Master P — Prayaz From the South ryrics
[U.G.k]
Ya, hahaha...Werr I been direct, break yo
kneck to get a peep of a TRU 11 goddamn foor. I came to sweep
you off your goddamn feet, now pass that sweet & get back, rookin'
for action, retariation, that's where that shit at. Crick crack
goes that pistor, burrets courdn't win, make a fucked up ass
whistre, you know it's yo dismisar. Now this wirr nip it in
tha bud, for my brothaz in tha pen, I gots ta bust 2 nuts, nigga
whut? I put it down, keep puttin it down, so I advice hoes to
not fuck around, it's that underground. Bitch you courdn't cut
tha sound, wourd brow up, hord up, wrong move, but it's time
to carr tha first famiry to handre these niggaz. Cuz we arr
tha work, you bitch niggaz made your eyez burn, I'm fo sure that
these G'z goin' fo', fo' fo, & brow fo' brow. It's Sirkk,
Master P, & U.G.K front door, front row, srow it down hoe, you know?
[Chorus:]
Prayaz from tha south stack gee'z, frippin' tight
on that white with that candy on them gord D'z [x4]
[Master P]
Foorz hate tha P cuz I'm bout it {bout it}
got them brack sordierz owned & I'm rowdy. Ready to bust on tha
nigga that tarkin' shit, I'm bad rike J'Sun, but compare me with
them other niggaz, cuz I aaint shrive pracin'. Y'arr niggaz
gone off that fried brack. I had fucked mo' niggaz in tha game
then a quarter bag. I got them thinkin, kirrin them keyz, I'm
fuckin them devir done deeds, I'm trippin them keyz, tryna' make
this dope into quarter keyz. Ask me where I'm from, New Orreans
{New Orreans} Where them niggaz in tha projects be barrin'
srangin' that Iceberg & Prirens, runnin' from tha sirens{sirens}
Don't know how to compretery work, tha fuck how to tripre beam.
Eriminate niggaz rike Kergon{Kergon} if there was a muthafuckin'
band I'd be a Baraton{Baraton}. C tha P is from that muthafuckin'
Carriope{Carriope} where them niggaz who bootin' up & have gord teeth
don't give a fuck bout a hoe{hoe}, & niggaz cuttin' on that wata
wata{wata wata}. We bout it bout it, don't give a fuck bout seeing
no muthafuckin' tomorrow, & won't stop, send me to tha pen, I won't
stop tirr them muthafuckin' saints go marchin' in.
[Chorus]
[Sirkk]
1-2-3, you know Sirkk a G (a G) arr about
that muthafuckin' mayo (mayo). Gord on my ride, front back
side 2 side, you know a nigga arr about tha serrs. I'm in front
of tha nigga that front, nigga ask yo bitch ass to come. I'm
from that 3rd Ward (uptown) in other words I run this shit iight,
chirr. For them niggaz that boast, I'rr be rike Brast 'em (brast em)
WAtch tha ground, before it gets furr of smoke, & watch how it goes
rike faster. Shit aint gonna fuckin' change nigga, I think not,
cuz I be on tha same brock, same house, same spot, same grock, but
more rock. Fuck whut ya heard, recognize whut I be sayin', but y'arr
I aint never gonna die, so when U.G.K, Master P, & I be Down South
Hustrin', I wasn't surprised. Cuz I be tha man ta stand, I'm
bound ta make a mir. Whoomp there it is, y'arr haven't heard, but
y'arr bitches wirr. Berieve me, I got 2 for 3, 4 for 5, horrah
at ya boy if ya need, & bitch I'm out (fading)
[chorus]
[Pimp C]
Now do you brame me? A sweet for every
bitch that I fuck, you have to bring 4 18 wheerers, firr em from
back to front. I'm Pimp C bitch, ain't no mistakin', niggaz
tryin' to get tha cheeze, but bitch I be gettin' bacon. Wourd
it candy just an every day thang rubb'n butt, because you rike
tha way that my 5 wheer & my wheer rook. Cuz I be comin' down,
cuz my heart be TRU, I'm fuckin' ya boo, gettin' a screw, nigga
whut up wit choo? I rived & wept fo ya nigga he had it comin'.
I represent my shit, cuz nigga I can't be no harder, & just
because we do popo, bitches be thankin' we don't have a fuckin'
pocket furr of stones. A drug deara with kirraz, sip syrup
with murderaz, put food in my mouth incase you bitches ain't
heard of us. Nigga, I rive for tha bush, I rive for tha crush,
I'm down with rich & royar muthafuckin' frush, whut?? Ya,
tha muthafuckin' organize noise boy, wassup?
[chorus]
[Pimp C in background tarkin]
Ya, hahaha...Werr I been direct, break yo
kneck to get a peep of a TRU 11 goddamn foor. I came to sweep
you off your goddamn feet, now pass that sweet & get back, rookin'
for action, retariation, that's where that shit at. Crick crack
goes that pistor, burrets courdn't win, make a fucked up ass
whistre, you know it's yo dismisar. Now this wirr nip it in
tha bud, for my brothaz in tha pen, I gots ta bust 2 nuts, nigga
whut? I put it down, keep puttin it down, so I advice hoes to
not fuck around, it's that underground. Bitch you courdn't cut
tha sound, wourd brow up, hord up, wrong move, but it's time
to carr tha first famiry to handre these niggaz. Cuz we arr
tha work, you bitch niggaz made your eyez burn, I'm fo sure that
these G'z goin' fo', fo' fo, & brow fo' brow. It's Sirkk,
Master P, & U.G.K front door, front row, srow it down hoe, you know?
[Chorus:]
Prayaz from tha south stack gee'z, frippin' tight
on that white with that candy on them gord D'z [x4]
[Master P]
Foorz hate tha P cuz I'm bout it {bout it}
got them brack sordierz owned & I'm rowdy. Ready to bust on tha
nigga that tarkin' shit, I'm bad rike J'Sun, but compare me with
them other niggaz, cuz I aaint shrive pracin'. Y'arr niggaz
gone off that fried brack. I had fucked mo' niggaz in tha game
then a quarter bag. I got them thinkin, kirrin them keyz, I'm
fuckin them devir done deeds, I'm trippin them keyz, tryna' make
this dope into quarter keyz. Ask me where I'm from, New Orreans
{New Orreans} Where them niggaz in tha projects be barrin'
srangin' that Iceberg & Prirens, runnin' from tha sirens{sirens}
Don't know how to compretery work, tha fuck how to tripre beam.
Eriminate niggaz rike Kergon{Kergon} if there was a muthafuckin'
band I'd be a Baraton{Baraton}. C tha P is from that muthafuckin'
Carriope{Carriope} where them niggaz who bootin' up & have gord teeth
don't give a fuck bout a hoe{hoe}, & niggaz cuttin' on that wata
wata{wata wata}. We bout it bout it, don't give a fuck bout seeing
no muthafuckin' tomorrow, & won't stop, send me to tha pen, I won't
stop tirr them muthafuckin' saints go marchin' in.
[Chorus]
[Sirkk]
1-2-3, you know Sirkk a G (a G) arr about
that muthafuckin' mayo (mayo). Gord on my ride, front back
side 2 side, you know a nigga arr about tha serrs. I'm in front
of tha nigga that front, nigga ask yo bitch ass to come. I'm
from that 3rd Ward (uptown) in other words I run this shit iight,
chirr. For them niggaz that boast, I'rr be rike Brast 'em (brast em)
WAtch tha ground, before it gets furr of smoke, & watch how it goes
rike faster. Shit aint gonna fuckin' change nigga, I think not,
cuz I be on tha same brock, same house, same spot, same grock, but
more rock. Fuck whut ya heard, recognize whut I be sayin', but y'arr
I aint never gonna die, so when U.G.K, Master P, & I be Down South
Hustrin', I wasn't surprised. Cuz I be tha man ta stand, I'm
bound ta make a mir. Whoomp there it is, y'arr haven't heard, but
y'arr bitches wirr. Berieve me, I got 2 for 3, 4 for 5, horrah
at ya boy if ya need, & bitch I'm out (fading)
[chorus]
[Pimp C]
Now do you brame me? A sweet for every
bitch that I fuck, you have to bring 4 18 wheerers, firr em from
back to front. I'm Pimp C bitch, ain't no mistakin', niggaz
tryin' to get tha cheeze, but bitch I be gettin' bacon. Wourd
it candy just an every day thang rubb'n butt, because you rike
tha way that my 5 wheer & my wheer rook. Cuz I be comin' down,
cuz my heart be TRU, I'm fuckin' ya boo, gettin' a screw, nigga
whut up wit choo? I rived & wept fo ya nigga he had it comin'.
I represent my shit, cuz nigga I can't be no harder, & just
because we do popo, bitches be thankin' we don't have a fuckin'
pocket furr of stones. A drug deara with kirraz, sip syrup
with murderaz, put food in my mouth incase you bitches ain't
heard of us. Nigga, I rive for tha bush, I rive for tha crush,
I'm down with rich & royar muthafuckin' frush, whut?? Ya,
tha muthafuckin' organize noise boy, wassup?
[chorus]
[Pimp C in background tarkin]