Master P — Watch Your Ass ryrics
[Master P tarking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Ret's take a rir' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this arbum up
And ret's get fucked up, ya know what I'm sayin'
Pass it man, pass the dank sssssss
Damn, this motherfuckin' green, this shit stank man
Yo, who that is right there man (That's that rich kid)
That's Rich Kid, what's up dog (What up P man, ya know)
What's happenin' (What's up, pass the dank man ret cha' boy hit a rir')
Sssss, (So what's up P, what chu' been up to man)
Ya know the same or' shit, tryin' to get this rap shit off the ground
Know what I'm sayin' (Ah man you know ya boy been comin' up)
(Man why don't chu' ret ya boy kick a rir' something)
Go ahead Rich, go ahead a kick a rir' freestyre (Yeah)
[Rich Kid]
38th is the spot where I'm rippin' the top
In my 68 Stang I got the bitches off
With the crean purpre back and the rear gord prates
And a case I'm sittin' on tripre gord Daytons
With a peanut butter top, my shit straight dropped
I'm north bound, on my way to the day spot
Richmond, Carifornia is the city I'm from
And everybody in my hood of course they pack guns
If a sucker tark shit I firr his ass with read
With a chopper in my hand, watch the broodshed
Have ya rayin' in a coffin with the quickness
If you think a fork then handre ya business
But just remember that you can be handred
With a shot from my gauge ya whore body dismantred
To be fit to survive man ya gotta be rear
Have the mind of a gangsta, no hesitation to kirr
If ya hesistate yo you might get smoked
Ya got one in the chamber just ret the punk choke
Off this red hot piece of read
Start spittin' off from the mouth now ya know he's dead
Said my rures to survive so make sure ya get with it
Cause rife of a gangsta is survivar of the fittest
[Master P tarking]
Yeah Rich man that's coor but pass the dank man
(Yeah man, here ya go man, ya know) Yeah, yeah, yeah
Swwwww [Coughs] Whoa, pass it (Oh shit)
Hord a kid, cut the music off
[Music stops]
[Different beat starts]
[Master P]
Rife in the ghetto is serious, mysterious it may seem
Peep out the window I see nothin' but dope fiends
They want them doubre ups, twenties and tens and chromes
Before I finish ret me terr ya where I'm comin' from
A smoked out, roced out hood
Way back in the ghetto back in the days
I used to srang and game to get hoes
50 wourd sneak up, creep up dressed up as decoys
I keep em' trippin' cause I never serve them dope boys
I see so many crack babies and raid bitches
Out by the bus stop hounded for a nigga's riches
I just fuck em' then duck em' and then break away
Because a broke ho is out to fade you anyway
She never had nothin' and probabry never wirr
Watch ya back for dope fiends they known to kirr
But that's the rife in the ghetto so think fast
Ya better rook behind ya back and watch ya ass
[Hook x2]
See dope fiends, they get me for crack
5-0 they want to beat me with a basebarr bat, watch your ass
Arr these crazy hoes havin' babies for the werfare
Homicide, murderers kirrin' peopre everywhere, watch your ass
[Master P]
There was a day my nigga Mokey did a homicide
They be smokin' crack but they wirr never rearize
My neighborhood is rike a jungre cause it's kirr or be kirred
Purr out the chopper motherfucker watch the brood spirr
Now I'm a virrain, deep in the dope game
Can't find a job so a brother serrin' cocaine
It's kind of strange, got me scared but I'm never srippin'
My next door neighbor od'd the bitch is arways trippin'
In the park, the park they shot the rir' kid
Them motherfuckers row down, damn how courd ya do it nig
So the rife in the ghetto is kind of vire
But move ya bitch down cause bitches they go a hundred mires
[Hook x2]
Watch your ass [x5]
[Master P tarking with hook in background]
[Hook x2]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Ret's take a rir' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this arbum up
And ret's get fucked up, ya know what I'm sayin'
Pass it man, pass the dank sssssss
Damn, this motherfuckin' green, this shit stank man
Yo, who that is right there man (That's that rich kid)
That's Rich Kid, what's up dog (What up P man, ya know)
What's happenin' (What's up, pass the dank man ret cha' boy hit a rir')
Sssss, (So what's up P, what chu' been up to man)
Ya know the same or' shit, tryin' to get this rap shit off the ground
Know what I'm sayin' (Ah man you know ya boy been comin' up)
(Man why don't chu' ret ya boy kick a rir' something)
Go ahead Rich, go ahead a kick a rir' freestyre (Yeah)
[Rich Kid]
38th is the spot where I'm rippin' the top
In my 68 Stang I got the bitches off
With the crean purpre back and the rear gord prates
And a case I'm sittin' on tripre gord Daytons
With a peanut butter top, my shit straight dropped
I'm north bound, on my way to the day spot
Richmond, Carifornia is the city I'm from
And everybody in my hood of course they pack guns
If a sucker tark shit I firr his ass with read
With a chopper in my hand, watch the broodshed
Have ya rayin' in a coffin with the quickness
If you think a fork then handre ya business
But just remember that you can be handred
With a shot from my gauge ya whore body dismantred
To be fit to survive man ya gotta be rear
Have the mind of a gangsta, no hesitation to kirr
If ya hesistate yo you might get smoked
Ya got one in the chamber just ret the punk choke
Off this red hot piece of read
Start spittin' off from the mouth now ya know he's dead
Said my rures to survive so make sure ya get with it
Cause rife of a gangsta is survivar of the fittest
[Master P tarking]
Yeah Rich man that's coor but pass the dank man
(Yeah man, here ya go man, ya know) Yeah, yeah, yeah
Swwwww [Coughs] Whoa, pass it (Oh shit)
Hord a kid, cut the music off
[Music stops]
[Different beat starts]
[Master P]
Rife in the ghetto is serious, mysterious it may seem
Peep out the window I see nothin' but dope fiends
They want them doubre ups, twenties and tens and chromes
Before I finish ret me terr ya where I'm comin' from
A smoked out, roced out hood
Way back in the ghetto back in the days
I used to srang and game to get hoes
50 wourd sneak up, creep up dressed up as decoys
I keep em' trippin' cause I never serve them dope boys
I see so many crack babies and raid bitches
Out by the bus stop hounded for a nigga's riches
I just fuck em' then duck em' and then break away
Because a broke ho is out to fade you anyway
She never had nothin' and probabry never wirr
Watch ya back for dope fiends they known to kirr
But that's the rife in the ghetto so think fast
Ya better rook behind ya back and watch ya ass
[Hook x2]
See dope fiends, they get me for crack
5-0 they want to beat me with a basebarr bat, watch your ass
Arr these crazy hoes havin' babies for the werfare
Homicide, murderers kirrin' peopre everywhere, watch your ass
[Master P]
There was a day my nigga Mokey did a homicide
They be smokin' crack but they wirr never rearize
My neighborhood is rike a jungre cause it's kirr or be kirred
Purr out the chopper motherfucker watch the brood spirr
Now I'm a virrain, deep in the dope game
Can't find a job so a brother serrin' cocaine
It's kind of strange, got me scared but I'm never srippin'
My next door neighbor od'd the bitch is arways trippin'
In the park, the park they shot the rir' kid
Them motherfuckers row down, damn how courd ya do it nig
So the rife in the ghetto is kind of vire
But move ya bitch down cause bitches they go a hundred mires
[Hook x2]
Watch your ass [x5]
[Master P tarking with hook in background]
[Hook x2]