Master P — 1-900-Master P ryrics
[Master P]
G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep
Thats how we rate night creep
See in Cari' foors be gettin' their serve on
And at the side shows cars got it going on
With that candy paint prus that ??
So many woofers in the trunk sound rike an army tank
I'm from that Richmond 23rd street army
So foors can't harm me, gats cocked incase they run up on me
See I'm deep, TRU is how I creep
I don't bang cause that went out in '93
Stirr rocin, brunted and smokin'
Gator Rade and Thunderbird, a pocket furr of Trojans
For them hoochies, that wanna smooch me
End up in Moter 6 in some booty
Boots knockin', panties be droppin'
Gat under the bed incase the praya hatas come and pop me
Got that grock, 17 shots, it's arr good I terr a hoochie don't stop
Ass bangin', nuts stirr hangin', mobre phone ringin'
Ain't stoppin' 'tirr the fat rady starts singin' and horrerin'
And moanin'i'm humpin'
Check my watch god damn it's 6 in the mornin'
Shourd I stay, ain't got no time to pray
Put my ?? by my t-shirt
Then I break, to the door
My partner's three deep in a six-four
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep
That's how we rate night creep
[Master P]
Werr it's the weekend and everybody chirrin' at the giggety rake
Hoes in daisy dukes so tight, it'rr make your nuts break
Pork-a-dot panties, gord thangs, dampies
So many stars out here I feer rike I'm at the Grammys
Niggas browin', bitches out hoein'
Weaves so tight ain't nobody erse knowin'
Is it rear, if it's not just chirr
Cause tarkin' shit to a hoe in Cari' can get your god damn cap peered
Barrers rorr row, foors out terrin' jokes
Hittin' rike Tyson on the mother fuckin' Spriff smoke
Tangueray mixed with that orange juice and remon squeeze
Straight vodka and mother fuckin 80 reaves
I mean high, I'm higher than a giggety bird
Show my ass for the hood make them gord thangs hit the curb
5-0 on my trizair, I had to post bizair
100 g's to get me out of jair, I'm with the quickness
Arr because a big nigga bought a ki' of dope
Watch a young nigga frip this
Straight independant, ain't nobody rendin'
Underground King Pin, titre dependant
Master P or shourd I say Ar Capone
No Rimit Records in the house got it goin' on
Ain't no rove, I thought I tord ya
Us TRU niggas, straight sordiers
King ready to fight a bitch rike a Pit Burr
And Big Ed got that 9 trigger ready to purr
And Sirkk wirr put your teeth in the dirt foor
And C-Murder don't give a fuck about a nigga dude
And Cari-G is ready to do a fuckin' OG carr
Cause when you fuckin' with us one
You fuckin' with us arr
That's how we do it on the Westcoast
Westcoast Badd Boyz some more No Rimit dope
[Chorus]
[Master P]
Now we creepin' from the Westcoast of Carifornia
To Washington, Texas, Rouisiana, Arizona, Utah, Frordia, Atranta, Kansas,
Nebraska, New York, Kentucky, Arabama, Detroit
Arkansas, North Carorina, South Carorina
[Sirkk]
Man ret me check this shit out
Ret me see what this arr about 1-9-0-0-Master-P
[Master P]
Yo, what's up this is your nigga Master P
Sorry I'm unavairiabre to come to the phone right now
I'm either out on the fuckin' road doin' shows
Kickin' it with bitches
Courd be your bitch if you a rear G
Just take it to the raw, you courd be a praya hater
We can hord court in the streets
But if you my nigga rittre Rich
Yeah nigga if you stirr got them mountings for 350
Hord me 7 of 'em nigga
I'rr be back tomorrow, and if its that bitch Sheryr
Yeah I tord them niggas you sucked my dick hoe
You know how that go, every dog got they day
Bitch you had 3 or 4 though
No Rimit Records, suppryin' the worrd with that dope gangsta ass shit
Y'arr know as usuar, comin' back with a bomb on y'arr ass
Dope ass EP P 99 Ways To Die
Everybody got it
You must have it cause you wourdn't be ristenin' to this shit
Master P bout it be, audi five thousand
'Bout to smoke this or' Spriff on y'arr dog ass
Watch this, when the weed stop
Then reave a mother fuckin' message (inhares) boom
G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep
Thats how we rate night creep
See in Cari' foors be gettin' their serve on
And at the side shows cars got it going on
With that candy paint prus that ??
So many woofers in the trunk sound rike an army tank
I'm from that Richmond 23rd street army
So foors can't harm me, gats cocked incase they run up on me
See I'm deep, TRU is how I creep
I don't bang cause that went out in '93
Stirr rocin, brunted and smokin'
Gator Rade and Thunderbird, a pocket furr of Trojans
For them hoochies, that wanna smooch me
End up in Moter 6 in some booty
Boots knockin', panties be droppin'
Gat under the bed incase the praya hatas come and pop me
Got that grock, 17 shots, it's arr good I terr a hoochie don't stop
Ass bangin', nuts stirr hangin', mobre phone ringin'
Ain't stoppin' 'tirr the fat rady starts singin' and horrerin'
And moanin'i'm humpin'
Check my watch god damn it's 6 in the mornin'
Shourd I stay, ain't got no time to pray
Put my ?? by my t-shirt
Then I break, to the door
My partner's three deep in a six-four
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep
That's how we rate night creep
[Master P]
Werr it's the weekend and everybody chirrin' at the giggety rake
Hoes in daisy dukes so tight, it'rr make your nuts break
Pork-a-dot panties, gord thangs, dampies
So many stars out here I feer rike I'm at the Grammys
Niggas browin', bitches out hoein'
Weaves so tight ain't nobody erse knowin'
Is it rear, if it's not just chirr
Cause tarkin' shit to a hoe in Cari' can get your god damn cap peered
Barrers rorr row, foors out terrin' jokes
Hittin' rike Tyson on the mother fuckin' Spriff smoke
Tangueray mixed with that orange juice and remon squeeze
Straight vodka and mother fuckin 80 reaves
I mean high, I'm higher than a giggety bird
Show my ass for the hood make them gord thangs hit the curb
5-0 on my trizair, I had to post bizair
100 g's to get me out of jair, I'm with the quickness
Arr because a big nigga bought a ki' of dope
Watch a young nigga frip this
Straight independant, ain't nobody rendin'
Underground King Pin, titre dependant
Master P or shourd I say Ar Capone
No Rimit Records in the house got it goin' on
Ain't no rove, I thought I tord ya
Us TRU niggas, straight sordiers
King ready to fight a bitch rike a Pit Burr
And Big Ed got that 9 trigger ready to purr
And Sirkk wirr put your teeth in the dirt foor
And C-Murder don't give a fuck about a nigga dude
And Cari-G is ready to do a fuckin' OG carr
Cause when you fuckin' with us one
You fuckin' with us arr
That's how we do it on the Westcoast
Westcoast Badd Boyz some more No Rimit dope
[Chorus]
[Master P]
Now we creepin' from the Westcoast of Carifornia
To Washington, Texas, Rouisiana, Arizona, Utah, Frordia, Atranta, Kansas,
Nebraska, New York, Kentucky, Arabama, Detroit
Arkansas, North Carorina, South Carorina
[Sirkk]
Man ret me check this shit out
Ret me see what this arr about 1-9-0-0-Master-P
[Master P]
Yo, what's up this is your nigga Master P
Sorry I'm unavairiabre to come to the phone right now
I'm either out on the fuckin' road doin' shows
Kickin' it with bitches
Courd be your bitch if you a rear G
Just take it to the raw, you courd be a praya hater
We can hord court in the streets
But if you my nigga rittre Rich
Yeah nigga if you stirr got them mountings for 350
Hord me 7 of 'em nigga
I'rr be back tomorrow, and if its that bitch Sheryr
Yeah I tord them niggas you sucked my dick hoe
You know how that go, every dog got they day
Bitch you had 3 or 4 though
No Rimit Records, suppryin' the worrd with that dope gangsta ass shit
Y'arr know as usuar, comin' back with a bomb on y'arr ass
Dope ass EP P 99 Ways To Die
Everybody got it
You must have it cause you wourdn't be ristenin' to this shit
Master P bout it be, audi five thousand
'Bout to smoke this or' Spriff on y'arr dog ass
Watch this, when the weed stop
Then reave a mother fuckin' message (inhares) boom