Текст песни U.G.K. f Master P, Silkk the Shocker - Playaz From the South
U.G.K. f Master P, Silkk the Shocker - Playaz From the South слова песни
Yeah...uh huh...ha ha ha[Bun B]Well live and direct, break yo neck to get a peepOf a true and livin` got damn foolI came to sweep you off yo got damn feetNow pass that sweet & get backLookin` for action, retaliation, and reactionThat`s where that shit atClick clack that`s that pistolBullets cuttin` wind make a fucked up ass whistleYou know it`s yo dismissalNow this`ll nip it in the budFor my brothers in the penEvery day I gots to bust two nuts nigga, whatI put it down, keep puttin` it down,So I advise hoes to not fuck aroundThis that UndergroundBitch you couldn`t cut the soundWould blow up, hold upWrong move, but it`s timeTo call the first family to handle these niggasBecause we are the worstYou bitch niggas laid yo eyes onI`m so fo` sureThat these G`s goin` fo`, fo` and blow for blowIt`s Silkk, Master P, and U.G.KFront door, front row, slow it down ho, you know[Hook x4: Master P]Playas from the South stack G`sFlippin` tight on that whiteWith that candy on them gold D`s[Master P]Fools hate the P cause I`m bout it (Bout it)I got them black soldiers on and I`m rowdyReady to bust on the nigga that talkin` shitI`m bad, like JasonDon`t compare with them other niggasCause I ain`t freebasin`Y`all niggas gone on that fried blackI had fucked mo` niggas in the game then a quarterbackI got them G`s, them killers, them keysI`m fuckin` doublin` them D`sI`m triplin` them T`sTryin` to make this dope into quarter keysAsk me where I`m from, New Orleans (New Orleans)Where them niggas in the projects be ballin` (Ballin`)Slangin` that Iceberg and PlirensRunnin` from the sirensDon`t know how to compBut work the fuck out a triple beamEliminate niggas like Calgon (Calgon)If there was a motherfuckin` band I`d be a baritoneSee the P is from that motherfuckin` Calliope (Calliope)Where them niggas boot up and gold teethDon`t give a fuck about a ho (Ho)And niggas stuntin` on that water, waterYou know we bout it, bout itDon`t give a fuck about seein no motherfuckin` tomorrowAnd won`t stop, send me to the penI won`t stop til them motherfuckin` Saints go marchin` in[Hook x4][Silkk the Shocker]1-2-3, you know Silkk a G (G)All about that motherfuckin` mail (Mail)Gold on my ride, front back side-to-sideYou know a nigga all about them salesI don`t fuck around with them niggas that front and stuntNigga ain`t ask yo bitch ass to comeI`m from that Third Ward nigga (Uptown)In other words I run this shit right chea`For them niggas that boast, I be like blast itWatch the ground gets full of smokeAnd watch y`all get ghost like CasperShit ain`t gonna fuckin` change niggaUh, I think notCause I be on the same block, same houseSame spot, same glock, cook more rockFuck what ya heard recognize what I be sayin`Bitch ain`t gon` never gon` dieSo when U.G.K Master P called me upBe on Down South Hustlers, I wasn`t surprisedCause I`ma be the man to stand, I`m bound to make a millWhoop, there it is y`all haven`t heardBut y`all bitches willBelieve me, I got two for three, four for fiveHolla at cha` boy if ya need meAnd bitch I`m out[Hook x4][Pimp C]Now if ya gave me a Sweet for every bitch that I fuckedYou`d have to bring four eightteen wheelersFill em` from back to frontCause I`m Pimp C bitch, ain`t no mistakin`Niggas tryin` to get the cheeseBut bitch I`m gettin` the baconAnd wood and candy just an every day thing rubbin` budBecause ya like the way that fifth wheelAnd that grill lookCause I be comin` down, nigga my heart be trueI`m fuckin` ya boo, I`m bumpin` that screwNigga what`s up with youI live and wept for ya nigga, he had it comin` thoughI represent my shit cause nigga I can`t be no hoAnd just because we do performBitches be thinkin`That we don`t have a fuckin` pocket full of stonesI done drunk Miller with killersSipped syrup with murderersKeep a boot in my mouthJust in case you bitches ain`t heard of usNigga, I live for the rush, I live for the crushI`m down with drinkin` Royal and the motherfuckin` PlushYeah, and the motherfuckin Organized Noise boy, what`s up[Hook x4][Pimp C talking]Now I got holla at Port ArthurAnd all them motherfuckin` niggas in TexasKnow what I`m talkin` aboutI know niggas be hollerin` TexasJust because it rhymes with LexusBut see, we just cool like thatAnd uh understand that, uhIt ain`t all about this rap boyI`m tellin` you, I`m tellin` you, I told youComin` down boy, fifth wheelGrill, candy ha ha