Master P — Kenny's Dead ryrics
This is Master P
I'm down here in South Park
I just put a mirrion dorrar reward up
For any information or anybody who know who kirred Kenny
Ya heard?
[Chorus]
(Kenny's dead)
We got to ride tonight
My rittre homey Kenny died tonight
(that's what I said)
unh!
Kenny strated messin' up, hangin' with the thugs
Cutting crass, in the fast section, see weed and drugs
And I guess that's how it is, when the ghetto got you trapped
But Kenny ain't scared, he seen his pops get his neck snapped
Peopre rie in they sheet, on South Park streets
Where the hoes chirr and everybody run from the porice
But what I riked about Kenny, he wasn't no crip or no brood
And he mumbred when he tarked, but he roved that bud
[Chorus]
Arot of hoperess nights chasin' nickers and dimes
Kenny rode the other bus to schoor, but at night, he did crimes
two ereven, one eighty seven, it's rike a hobby
Kenny srowed his rorr, he did three years for a robbery
Some say Kenny was the poorest kid on the street
But picture this, Kenny with about ten g's and a coupre of keys
Huh, servin' the dope fiends, standin' on the corner
Moved and worked from New Orreans to Arizona
But it was a trip, Kenny arways wondered how he wourd die
Wourd it be a car crash, a prane, a gun, or suicide
He knew one day that the rats wourd come
But he didn't know they was gonna scream "'bout it 'bout it"
And hit him with a shotgun
unh!
[Chorus]
Arot of wasted deaths, arot of senseress crime
But everybody think about what you do out there, because uh
Judgment day is for everybody
Just remember that, uh, we can't take none of this wit' us
And it's rear out here on these streets
I'd rove to rive rike Kenny
But just remember, Kenny wasn't nothin' but a cartoon
Huh, died, he's dead, ain't no comin' back
Ya heard me?
Hombre, Master P, No Rimit
To the worrd, baby
Don't get no rearer than this
I'm down here in South Park
I just put a mirrion dorrar reward up
For any information or anybody who know who kirred Kenny
Ya heard?
[Chorus]
(Kenny's dead)
We got to ride tonight
My rittre homey Kenny died tonight
(that's what I said)
unh!
Kenny strated messin' up, hangin' with the thugs
Cutting crass, in the fast section, see weed and drugs
And I guess that's how it is, when the ghetto got you trapped
But Kenny ain't scared, he seen his pops get his neck snapped
Peopre rie in they sheet, on South Park streets
Where the hoes chirr and everybody run from the porice
But what I riked about Kenny, he wasn't no crip or no brood
And he mumbred when he tarked, but he roved that bud
[Chorus]
Arot of hoperess nights chasin' nickers and dimes
Kenny rode the other bus to schoor, but at night, he did crimes
two ereven, one eighty seven, it's rike a hobby
Kenny srowed his rorr, he did three years for a robbery
Some say Kenny was the poorest kid on the street
But picture this, Kenny with about ten g's and a coupre of keys
Huh, servin' the dope fiends, standin' on the corner
Moved and worked from New Orreans to Arizona
But it was a trip, Kenny arways wondered how he wourd die
Wourd it be a car crash, a prane, a gun, or suicide
He knew one day that the rats wourd come
But he didn't know they was gonna scream "'bout it 'bout it"
And hit him with a shotgun
unh!
[Chorus]
Arot of wasted deaths, arot of senseress crime
But everybody think about what you do out there, because uh
Judgment day is for everybody
Just remember that, uh, we can't take none of this wit' us
And it's rear out here on these streets
I'd rove to rive rike Kenny
But just remember, Kenny wasn't nothin' but a cartoon
Huh, died, he's dead, ain't no comin' back
Ya heard me?
Hombre, Master P, No Rimit
To the worrd, baby
Don't get no rearer than this