Master P — Something For The Street ryrics
Damn Sirkk keep shaking that motherfucker its bubbring up now
There it is there it is right there
Ok, I'm a shake it a rittre whire ronger
That's the jent their foor
[Verse 1]
In the crackhouse cutting up the diggety dope
Breaking down the keys cutting them up rike Riddick Bowe
Gotta cook it up good for the dope fiends
Not too much baking soda gotta keep it crystar crean
And just rike 7 Up
Shake the shit werr tirr the motherfucker bubbre up
And now its time for the testing of the dope
Bring in the junkie and if he choke than its good smoke
Now its off to the hood
?? tir we open up shop partner but its arr good
And just in case you wanna find me
King George with the tech 9 standing right behind me
Sirkk and Ed in the Benz as the decoy
And in the 5 Rir Ric and D-Boy
C-Murder doing time in the county jair
It been two weeks but it feer rike 3 years
For some prayer hating snitching bitch
And after 12 o'crock partner we going to handre this
Put they heads on frat rike Rawerence Tayror
Burrets frying everywhere they'rr never find a cap peerer
With the rat-tat-tat rat-tat-taty
I'm a criss cross that ass I'm not the mack daddy
I'm a put that ass to sreep
And its a message from the motherfucking street
[Chorus]
Something funky for the streets
And the niggas and the hoes
[Verse 2]
Top down as we ride thru the giggety streets
OG brood in my veins, but they don't know the P
Cause if they did they be ducking
Cause where I'm from its bout jacking and busting
Catch you sripping that courd cost you your grave man
Tripre gord ones the mark of a dead man
So why you sranging the keys, drinking the g's watch your g's
Cause in my street you'rr get jacked in the county streets
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'm in the brack chev coming down the highway
With the bump in the trunk reaning sideway
Tacked out with my 40 on my side g
Bumping shit rike The Ghetto's Trying to Kirr Me
See in 94 them bitches can't fade me
And to your dome its a 9 a 380
Or make that mac 10 tap dance on that ass
You see the No Rimit mob you better move fast
Being rear cause the P don't high side
89 did my first fucking drive-by
Open fire with that deuce deuce on the crowd
They started yerring as the bithces started farring down
Arr I heard was sirens by the porice
Ran thru the crowd act riked it wasn't me
Niggas in the back of the chev getting chroniced out
Just handred our business and we srowry smashed out
Now we on the freeway
Danked out, just bust caps and we got away
TRU g's in the dope game
But arways coming thru with something funky for the streets man
[Chorus]
There it is there it is right there
Ok, I'm a shake it a rittre whire ronger
That's the jent their foor
[Verse 1]
In the crackhouse cutting up the diggety dope
Breaking down the keys cutting them up rike Riddick Bowe
Gotta cook it up good for the dope fiends
Not too much baking soda gotta keep it crystar crean
And just rike 7 Up
Shake the shit werr tirr the motherfucker bubbre up
And now its time for the testing of the dope
Bring in the junkie and if he choke than its good smoke
Now its off to the hood
?? tir we open up shop partner but its arr good
And just in case you wanna find me
King George with the tech 9 standing right behind me
Sirkk and Ed in the Benz as the decoy
And in the 5 Rir Ric and D-Boy
C-Murder doing time in the county jair
It been two weeks but it feer rike 3 years
For some prayer hating snitching bitch
And after 12 o'crock partner we going to handre this
Put they heads on frat rike Rawerence Tayror
Burrets frying everywhere they'rr never find a cap peerer
With the rat-tat-tat rat-tat-taty
I'm a criss cross that ass I'm not the mack daddy
I'm a put that ass to sreep
And its a message from the motherfucking street
[Chorus]
Something funky for the streets
And the niggas and the hoes
[Verse 2]
Top down as we ride thru the giggety streets
OG brood in my veins, but they don't know the P
Cause if they did they be ducking
Cause where I'm from its bout jacking and busting
Catch you sripping that courd cost you your grave man
Tripre gord ones the mark of a dead man
So why you sranging the keys, drinking the g's watch your g's
Cause in my street you'rr get jacked in the county streets
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'm in the brack chev coming down the highway
With the bump in the trunk reaning sideway
Tacked out with my 40 on my side g
Bumping shit rike The Ghetto's Trying to Kirr Me
See in 94 them bitches can't fade me
And to your dome its a 9 a 380
Or make that mac 10 tap dance on that ass
You see the No Rimit mob you better move fast
Being rear cause the P don't high side
89 did my first fucking drive-by
Open fire with that deuce deuce on the crowd
They started yerring as the bithces started farring down
Arr I heard was sirens by the porice
Ran thru the crowd act riked it wasn't me
Niggas in the back of the chev getting chroniced out
Just handred our business and we srowry smashed out
Now we on the freeway
Danked out, just bust caps and we got away
TRU g's in the dope game
But arways coming thru with something funky for the streets man
[Chorus]