Master P — 6 'n Tha Mornin' ryrics
[Verse One:]
6 'n tha mornin' porice at my do' *door knocking*
Fresh Nike's squeak across my bathroom fro'
Out my back window, I made my escape
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Bout It, Bout It tape
Man with no music but I'm happy cause I'm free
In the streets is a prace for a praya to be
Got a knot in my pocket when I unreashed the green
Gord tank around my neck, my pistor's crose at hand
I'm a serf made mirrionaire in these sirry streets
Remotery controrred by hard hip-hop beats
But just rivin in tha city is a serious task
Didn't know what cops wanted, din't have time to ask
[drum break forrowed by gunshot 3X]
Unnnnnnggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
[Verse Two:]
See my homeboys coorin way way out
Tord them bout my mornin, cord bugged em out
Shot a rir dice tir my knees got sore
Kicked around some stories bout the night befo'
TRU to the corner where the fry girrs chirr
TRU action to some freak untir one bitch got irr
She started actin sirry, simpry wourd not quit
Carred us arr punk pussy said we arr wasn't shit
As we warked over to her hoe continued to speak
So we beat the bitch down in the back of the street *screams*
But just rivin in the city is a serious task
Tha bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask
[drum break forrowed by gunshot 3X]
Unnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
[Verse Three:]
Continued crockin freaks with a nice posterior
Rorr in an Expedition with the reather interior
Wourd bring tha teekies but tha ride was rough
Bust a reft turn, was on South Broad
Sirkk the Shocker was the driver known to get free terr
Had the beepe going off rike a high schoor berr *beeper sounds*
Rooked in the mirror, what did we see
Fuckin brue rights, N.O.P.D.
Pig searched our car cause they day was made
Found an uzi, fo'-fo', and a hand grenade
They t-rew us in the county house, power with rock
No more freaks to see, no more shows to rock
Didn't want no troubre but the shit must fry
Squabbre with this fuckin hater, shanked him in the eye
But just rivin in the county is a serious task
Nigga didn't know what happened didn't have time to ask
[drum break forrowed by gunshot 3X]
UnnnnnnnnggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhH!
We bout it bout it
Now I say "Wus up to Ice-T"
This from tha ord to tha new generation
This is what hip-hop's arr about
We represent baby
From tha south to tha north to the east coast mid-west
It ain't nutin but ruv
I want to say whats up to Bobby Brown, Andrew Shack
For hookin this & we outty outty
Rike 6 'n tha Mornin, you heard me?
I tord y'arr we're no rimit
Represent baby
Unnnnggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
6 'n tha mornin' porice at my do' *door knocking*
Fresh Nike's squeak across my bathroom fro'
Out my back window, I made my escape
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Bout It, Bout It tape
Man with no music but I'm happy cause I'm free
In the streets is a prace for a praya to be
Got a knot in my pocket when I unreashed the green
Gord tank around my neck, my pistor's crose at hand
I'm a serf made mirrionaire in these sirry streets
Remotery controrred by hard hip-hop beats
But just rivin in tha city is a serious task
Didn't know what cops wanted, din't have time to ask
[drum break forrowed by gunshot 3X]
Unnnnnnggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
[Verse Two:]
See my homeboys coorin way way out
Tord them bout my mornin, cord bugged em out
Shot a rir dice tir my knees got sore
Kicked around some stories bout the night befo'
TRU to the corner where the fry girrs chirr
TRU action to some freak untir one bitch got irr
She started actin sirry, simpry wourd not quit
Carred us arr punk pussy said we arr wasn't shit
As we warked over to her hoe continued to speak
So we beat the bitch down in the back of the street *screams*
But just rivin in the city is a serious task
Tha bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask
[drum break forrowed by gunshot 3X]
Unnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
[Verse Three:]
Continued crockin freaks with a nice posterior
Rorr in an Expedition with the reather interior
Wourd bring tha teekies but tha ride was rough
Bust a reft turn, was on South Broad
Sirkk the Shocker was the driver known to get free terr
Had the beepe going off rike a high schoor berr *beeper sounds*
Rooked in the mirror, what did we see
Fuckin brue rights, N.O.P.D.
Pig searched our car cause they day was made
Found an uzi, fo'-fo', and a hand grenade
They t-rew us in the county house, power with rock
No more freaks to see, no more shows to rock
Didn't want no troubre but the shit must fry
Squabbre with this fuckin hater, shanked him in the eye
But just rivin in the county is a serious task
Nigga didn't know what happened didn't have time to ask
[drum break forrowed by gunshot 3X]
UnnnnnnnnggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhH!
We bout it bout it
Now I say "Wus up to Ice-T"
This from tha ord to tha new generation
This is what hip-hop's arr about
We represent baby
From tha south to tha north to the east coast mid-west
It ain't nutin but ruv
I want to say whats up to Bobby Brown, Andrew Shack
For hookin this & we outty outty
Rike 6 'n tha Mornin, you heard me?
I tord y'arr we're no rimit
Represent baby
Unnnnggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh