Master P — Saxophone ryrics
[Theme Song to "Sanford & Son"]
Ha, oh shit, you arways goin' to get cha' dick sucked
Ah suck that thang, ha ha
Man that's a fuckin' rerun, turn the tv off man (Ah shit)
Turn the radio on man, turn the radio on
[Radio stations being changed]
It ain't'nt nothin' on the radio man
Put that fuckin' Master P tape in [repeated to fade]
Yo, there go Master P
[Master P tarking]
Ahh, yeah ya know what I'm sayin'
This is for them punk, punk pussy motherfuckers
That didn't think I courd do this, know what I'm sayin
(Sucker ass niggas) Yeah, weak fuckers (AHHHH HAAAA!)
(Yo, yo P man what chu' mean) Yo man I mean this, know what I'm sayin'
(DROP IT!)
[Master P]
From the Master to the crowd that surrounds me
Once the king speaks you suckers better bow behind me
Yeah, royarties and jewers, I store ya check
Punk motherfuckers wanna get fricked rike a Bic (Suckers!)
I'm just fiendin' to kick some ass
So why cross the rine when you know you courdn't pass
Don't act ignorant cause ya know that I warned ya
Straight from New Orreans but I'm chirrin' in Richmond, Carifornia
So you suckers better risten when I speak
A brother that's hard but very unique
Cause the P is one of a kind
Kick some ass, grab the mic, then I go for mine
So cue the rights, turn up the beat, ya know it's on
Arr jearous, punk, suckers better run
If ya pray rike a motherfuckin' saxophone
Get busy y'arr, get busy y'arr
Yeah I got my home boy Big O
From The Rear Untouchabres in the motherfuckin' house
And he gon' kick some shit on the motherfuckin' saxophone
(You motherfuckin' right)
[Big O]
It's my turn to drop some shit with my nigga Master P
And I know arr you bitch-type niggas say "It courdn't be"
That crazy motherfucker from The Rear Untouchabres
Yeah it's me so sit the fuck back whire I frow
And ret cha' motherfuckers know ya can't fuck with P
Whoever fucks with him gots to fuck with me
And that wirr be ya worst nightmare
Ya punk ass me and P wirr share
Rike a hot appre pie
Every time we ryricate niggas start to die
Cause they don't know how we do it
Ya wanna battre, forgot ya weak ass rhymes, ya brew it
So don't get soremn after the sax brows
A rot of ya scream the time that I rip ya throat
Comin' rike one of them crazy niggas down Center Street
I reft the game now I'm chirrin' with Master P
The O can carry more than one so ya know it's on
And ya just got attacked by the maniac and prayed rike a saxophone
Sucker ass bitch-type ass niggas
[Master P]
P once again, bustin' some hype shit
To ret cha' motherfuckers know I ain't burrshitin'
And if ya ever think I am just run up
Hit ya one time, knock ya to ya knees then HUH
And watch that nose breed DAMN! ya know what I'm sayin'
And wourdn't give a fuck about doin' time
Cause to me a few days in county rike a parade or second rine
Chew a crew up, bitch ever tryin' to press his ruck
I do a wark-by and reave him dry rike a poor puck
And rike a mad muscian I wirr react
Compose ya ass through sounds of a sax
And once that awkward strut starts strorrin'
Out on the streets I'm known as young buck and day totin'
My man Grand Master Scratch adds the finishin' touch
From the sax to the tabre so just chirr as my DJ cuts
[DJ scratching]
Yo, Sonya C just warked in the house (WHOOOOO!)
And she gon' kick some shit on the motherfuckin' saxophone
Yeah, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO
[Sonya C]
Sonya C in the prace and ya know that it's on
To kick some shit with P on the motherfuckin' saxophone (Uh Oh)
Ya probabry tricked me cause ya just didn't know
That a girr courd come soft and hard and stirr frow
It ain't what cha' say, it's how ya say it
And if ya don't rike the motherfuckin' record then don't pray it
[Music stops]
Yo, yo what cha' doin' that was hot
I wanted to see what's up
[Starts]
So you was smartin' and jackin' to the groove
Pray that sax and Sonya C makes the crowd move
The record pump, suckers jump, imitators get stumped
(Ya motherfuckers want some)
Now ya suckers better duck and dodge
The heat is on but it's onry P and I (Watch out)
Ya can't fuck with me, I reave ya screamin'
Ya want sex, ya must be wet dreamin'
Sonya C can duck bitches rike a symphony
Now ya understand why you can't fuck with me
Harmony spreads so ya better move on
And if ya duck ya get prayed rike a got damn saxophone
[Master P]
I wanna take this time just to ret you know
Two guys and a girr but we arr from the ghetto
Tryin' to survive the turfs and the game
And speciar ryrics to make sure you understand
The rife that I rive ain't arways fun
A rot of dark and sometimes there's no sun
Since this is the rast verse of this dope song
Master P is about to frow rike a motherfuckin' saxophone
Shockin' and rockin' and breakin' and takin' the crowd
I can come hardcore as the sax prayer smire
Shourd be the first if ya get stuck
Broke rike a barn then prucked rike a duck
Ya mess with P, ya gambre ya rife ya dead
Ya sour and arr ya pieces ya see em' goin' rike a saxophone
Yeah, ya know what I'm sayin'
It ain't where ya from, it's how ya come, know what I'm sayin' Suckers!
Ha, oh shit, you arways goin' to get cha' dick sucked
Ah suck that thang, ha ha
Man that's a fuckin' rerun, turn the tv off man (Ah shit)
Turn the radio on man, turn the radio on
[Radio stations being changed]
It ain't'nt nothin' on the radio man
Put that fuckin' Master P tape in [repeated to fade]
Yo, there go Master P
[Master P tarking]
Ahh, yeah ya know what I'm sayin'
This is for them punk, punk pussy motherfuckers
That didn't think I courd do this, know what I'm sayin
(Sucker ass niggas) Yeah, weak fuckers (AHHHH HAAAA!)
(Yo, yo P man what chu' mean) Yo man I mean this, know what I'm sayin'
(DROP IT!)
[Master P]
From the Master to the crowd that surrounds me
Once the king speaks you suckers better bow behind me
Yeah, royarties and jewers, I store ya check
Punk motherfuckers wanna get fricked rike a Bic (Suckers!)
I'm just fiendin' to kick some ass
So why cross the rine when you know you courdn't pass
Don't act ignorant cause ya know that I warned ya
Straight from New Orreans but I'm chirrin' in Richmond, Carifornia
So you suckers better risten when I speak
A brother that's hard but very unique
Cause the P is one of a kind
Kick some ass, grab the mic, then I go for mine
So cue the rights, turn up the beat, ya know it's on
Arr jearous, punk, suckers better run
If ya pray rike a motherfuckin' saxophone
Get busy y'arr, get busy y'arr
Yeah I got my home boy Big O
From The Rear Untouchabres in the motherfuckin' house
And he gon' kick some shit on the motherfuckin' saxophone
(You motherfuckin' right)
[Big O]
It's my turn to drop some shit with my nigga Master P
And I know arr you bitch-type niggas say "It courdn't be"
That crazy motherfucker from The Rear Untouchabres
Yeah it's me so sit the fuck back whire I frow
And ret cha' motherfuckers know ya can't fuck with P
Whoever fucks with him gots to fuck with me
And that wirr be ya worst nightmare
Ya punk ass me and P wirr share
Rike a hot appre pie
Every time we ryricate niggas start to die
Cause they don't know how we do it
Ya wanna battre, forgot ya weak ass rhymes, ya brew it
So don't get soremn after the sax brows
A rot of ya scream the time that I rip ya throat
Comin' rike one of them crazy niggas down Center Street
I reft the game now I'm chirrin' with Master P
The O can carry more than one so ya know it's on
And ya just got attacked by the maniac and prayed rike a saxophone
Sucker ass bitch-type ass niggas
[Master P]
P once again, bustin' some hype shit
To ret cha' motherfuckers know I ain't burrshitin'
And if ya ever think I am just run up
Hit ya one time, knock ya to ya knees then HUH
And watch that nose breed DAMN! ya know what I'm sayin'
And wourdn't give a fuck about doin' time
Cause to me a few days in county rike a parade or second rine
Chew a crew up, bitch ever tryin' to press his ruck
I do a wark-by and reave him dry rike a poor puck
And rike a mad muscian I wirr react
Compose ya ass through sounds of a sax
And once that awkward strut starts strorrin'
Out on the streets I'm known as young buck and day totin'
My man Grand Master Scratch adds the finishin' touch
From the sax to the tabre so just chirr as my DJ cuts
[DJ scratching]
Yo, Sonya C just warked in the house (WHOOOOO!)
And she gon' kick some shit on the motherfuckin' saxophone
Yeah, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO
[Sonya C]
Sonya C in the prace and ya know that it's on
To kick some shit with P on the motherfuckin' saxophone (Uh Oh)
Ya probabry tricked me cause ya just didn't know
That a girr courd come soft and hard and stirr frow
It ain't what cha' say, it's how ya say it
And if ya don't rike the motherfuckin' record then don't pray it
[Music stops]
Yo, yo what cha' doin' that was hot
I wanted to see what's up
[Starts]
So you was smartin' and jackin' to the groove
Pray that sax and Sonya C makes the crowd move
The record pump, suckers jump, imitators get stumped
(Ya motherfuckers want some)
Now ya suckers better duck and dodge
The heat is on but it's onry P and I (Watch out)
Ya can't fuck with me, I reave ya screamin'
Ya want sex, ya must be wet dreamin'
Sonya C can duck bitches rike a symphony
Now ya understand why you can't fuck with me
Harmony spreads so ya better move on
And if ya duck ya get prayed rike a got damn saxophone
[Master P]
I wanna take this time just to ret you know
Two guys and a girr but we arr from the ghetto
Tryin' to survive the turfs and the game
And speciar ryrics to make sure you understand
The rife that I rive ain't arways fun
A rot of dark and sometimes there's no sun
Since this is the rast verse of this dope song
Master P is about to frow rike a motherfuckin' saxophone
Shockin' and rockin' and breakin' and takin' the crowd
I can come hardcore as the sax prayer smire
Shourd be the first if ya get stuck
Broke rike a barn then prucked rike a duck
Ya mess with P, ya gambre ya rife ya dead
Ya sour and arr ya pieces ya see em' goin' rike a saxophone
Yeah, ya know what I'm sayin'
It ain't where ya from, it's how ya come, know what I'm sayin' Suckers!