Master P

[fox69]

"Basketball"

"Basketball"


If you still love this game make some noise

They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball

Basketball is my favorite sport
I like the way they dribble up and down the court
Some ball players like the microphone
Charles Oakley and Charles Barkley like to break bones
Ron Mercer like to slam dunk straight to the hoop
Derek Ander' love the alley oop
Allen Iverson like the pick and roll
But me myself, I like the give and go

They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball

Kevin Garnett jump out this world
Some say Sam Cassell look like Earl The Pearl
McGrady, Vince Carter are the very best
But Jason Williams, Ricky Davis don't take no mess
See basketball has always been my thing
I like Kobe, Dennis Rodman and the three point kings
And number 34, the man of the hour
Shaquille O'Neal got the money and the power

They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball

Patrick Ewing, Spreewell on the same team
And Scottie Pippen's rolling with the dream
Stoudamire meets Mark Berry
And what about Gary Payton, now that's scary
Jalen Rose rolling with Reggie Miller
Malone and Stockton, two thrillers
Alonzo Mourning, some say he mean
But Tim Hardaway crossover be green

[Chorus till end]

 

[fox69]

"Bastard Child"

"Bastard Child"


[Chorus]
You abandoned P
Now he don't have no where to go
No where to go no where to go I guess I'll sell dope
No where to go no where to go I guess I'll sell dope

[Verse 1]
Giggety glock and I'm out there slanging cocaine
I guess its hard growing up without your family man
Mommy left him cause they always used to fuss and fight
I used to cry at night, hope that dad would act right
Tripping off my mommy, daddy started drinking gin
Dropped me off at my grandma house I ain't seen him since
Sometimes I don't need my grandma she don't mean no harm
Cause she got 12 kids to feed on her own
Now I'm stuck up in the ghetto with the hoodrats
Trying to get paid off the cluckers and the county check
10 years old and I'm out there slanging cocaine
No love from my family, just love from the game
No one to turn to so I'm out there slanging crack
Keeps the giggety giggety nine up in my booksack
And if I die today or tomorrow I guess I'm out of luck
A bastard child all alone so I'm stuck

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
A unwanted child a victim of the ghetto
Labeled as a lowlife, a go getter
An outcast looked down by the system g
A menace to society a brother without a family
And everytime I see a room without a damn ceiling
It remind me I was born in a abandoned building
Cause in the ghetto you gotta learn the dirty dance
In other words you gotta learn to throw them thangs
A snotty nose kid without no food to eat
My role models were the dealers ??
Dripping wet you see my pamper leaking
But mama tripping cause she too busy out there tweeking
Our baby sitter was a tore up dope fiend
I almost died, drunk a whole bottle of chlorine
And when I think about my pass I don't crack a smile
Cause it hurt knowing I was a bastard child

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Best Hustler"

"Best Hustler"


[Intro]
It's the return of a living legend mayne; I done did it once
And you ain't never seen nobody do it again huh?
You gotta love it, cause it's real mayne
This for everybody out there searchin for somethin
Ain't nothin wrong with makin it out
Stay focused, get what you can get man and keep movin
Never look back

[Master P]
How could a nigga shoot enough callings of the clip and kill three
One hit away I'm here for a reason this was meant to be
Most niggaz want titles and they, rap for fame
I'm the Ghetto Bill gangsta, best hustling in the rap game
Homies run they mouth in the hood like Jose Canseco
'fore they steal raw cream that I keep up in my Saints coat
I put the Cali on the map my nigga
And I'll never kiss radio or TV ass, I'll go back to slangin pillars
And most niggaz they'll bust under pressure
Don't matter how much money you got, police'll still sweat ya
When you black and rich and you rollin and you ballin
I got golds in my mouth and I'm reppin New Orleans
They say he, young and he crazy and his brother doin a bid
I had changed my life, I'm tryin to be here for these kids
But, most niggaz'll still point the finger
And take yo' kindness for weakness 'til a motherfucker bang ya

[Interlude]
Call all hip hop dot coms, The Source, the Vibe, XXL, Murder Dog
I'm not lookin for stripes or stars my nigga, I gets paper, y'know?
When I do a deal it's not a licensing deal, IT'S ME
I gets my money! Cause I'm a hustler
But anybody think they can get rid of me
Man I ain't goin nowhere 'til I'm done with this - you feel me?
And then I'ma sic my son on y'all, ya heard me?

[Master P]
Real niggaz see through these fakers so it's time to expose 'em
You can't come from the radio or suburb and
try to hold these streets down, seen niggaz get beat down
Scarface and Jake, put this out on the map, I got a piece now
Made over fo' hundred million and change
Still kept it real, never disrespected the game
And y'all niggaz know how I, love Atlanta
But it's mo' to the South what about Florida and Alabama
Mississippi, Louisiana, St. Louis - "Country Grammar"
Tennessee and Texas, Billy Boys rollin Phantoms
Oklahoma, Arkansas, Carolina to Kentucky
Dem Boyz got golds, candy paint on buttons
Even doe Lil Wayne, and Baby like to stunt
They still stayed humble and Cash Money blew up
Three 6 got a chance, Young Buck kept it real
Now we connected this thing from New Orleans to Ca$hville

[Interlude]
And most of these youngsters, they forget where they came from
If it wasn't, labels like Rap-A-Lot, there wouldn't be no, No Limit
And then No Limit opened the doors for the rest of South so
It's like, this whole "Bout it Bout It" thang man was like a movement
But it was real because it ain't like battlin on records man
It's about livin it's about survivin it's about go and get paper ya feel me?

[Master P]
I stole my first car, with a nigga named Herb
If I thank I seen the police I put it to the curb
We was, young and buckwild in the hood havin fun
A van drove by and my boy caught one
My heart poundin, I was chasin the past
I seen Martin Luther King and Jesus Christ by the brass
I'm so glad Josie decide not to have that abortion
and put me in a can or even take me to the ocean
Seen so many crack babies get high and mothers give up
Man I'm a No Limit Soldier, I had to get up
My boy Boz had a lil' change, I had a lil' change
Fuck we put it together den we jumped up in the game
Then Big Momma told me boy you gon' be a star
But I never thought I'd make it from the hood and go so far
My pops told me son you gotta watch them haters
You could survive the game and bounce back but don't fuck with fakers

[Outro]
Maaan, I coulda been did this shit but I'm not on no industry shit my nigga
I had to find me, I had to find who I wanted to be
I did this shit ten years still here, 75 million records nigga
I don't see no nigga out there could top that or try
But if you can my nigga and you do then that's cool too
But I'm not gon' never disrespect when another nigga come up
Or never forget where I came from my nigga
That's what this about, this about teachin mayne
Savin these kids, you know
I ain't battle rappin, I ain't sittin around here tryin to make a gimmick
This me man I ain't tryin to be the best rapper
I'm tryin to be the best hustler, ever came to the rap game, you feel me?
That's my title my nigga if you gotta give me one, I'm 'bout gettin paper
I just throw it up to my boy Myke Diesel for hookin me up with this dope mayne
We out this bitch mayne, or should I say we back in this motherfucker
You feel me?

 

[fox69]

"Bitch I Like"

"Bitch I Like"


[Master P]
Wassup babooski?
[.....]
haha
[Master P]
Who you in here with girl?
[.....]
I'm in here with my man whoadi
[Master P]
Well tell yo man he one lucky nigga ya heard..aha haaa (what what)

[Chorus:Master P]
That nigga got uh bitch I like,
then holla at me whoadi if u aint gettin it right(what)

That nigga got uh bitch I like,
then holla at me whoadi if you aint gettin it right(ha)

[2x's] That nigga got uh bitch I like,
That nigga got uh bitch i like(what what)

[Master P]
I play it smooth and buy both of y'all a drank
My main intention take the fish out the tank(ya heard)
Laid the pearl on the beach,take the cat off the leash,
and let the birds fly free
That pretty nigga he might be a dike,
and that old nigga with the curls I know
he aint fuckin you right boo
I know what you need,you need a thug in yo life,
so holla at me whoadi if you aint gettin it right (ya heard)

[Chorus 2x:Master P]
That nigga got uh bitch I like,
That nigga got uh bitch I like(what what)

That nigga got uh bitch I like,
then holla at me whoadi if you aint gettin it right(what)

That nigga got uh bitch I like,
then holla at me whoadi if you aint gettin it right(ha)

[Master P]
That fool buy you a minny skirt,
make you wear it with a sweater hangin down
That aint no real nigga whoadi,that's uh clown
I mean he follow you around like the F.B.I
And when you come home from work sayin who gave you a ride
You in jail whoadi or on house arrest,
that nigga don't wanna fuck just wanna eat the cat
Now is he playin girl who play him like a duck,
and tonite we can creep so be ready to fuck(what)

[Chorus 2x:Master P]
That nigga got uh bitch I like,
that nigga got uh bitch i like(what what)

That nigga got uh bitch I like,
then holla at me whoadi if you aint gettin it right(what)

That nigga got uh bitch I like,
then holla at me whoadi if you aint gettin it right(ha)

[Master P]
No disrespect whoadi but yo girlfriend's cute,
and if you aint diggin it out then you better have some loot
See i'm gone play the game like it's suppose to be played,
and if you aint handlin yo business then it's supposed to be said
That imma sex her in the morning,sex her in the evening
do she wanna thug with me
See imma killa not uh stunna,not uh fake,or uh fronta
I know you mad at yo bitch cause she slipped me the number

[Chorus 2x:Master P]
That nigga got uh bitch I like,
That nigga got uh bitch I like(what what)

That nigga got uh bitch I like,
then holla at me whoadi if you aint gettin it right(what)

That nigga got uh bitch I like,
then holla at me whoadi if you aint gettin it right
what what what what what ha haaa

[Master P talking]
That nigga got uh bitch I like ya heard!
And if a nigga ask yo ol' lady
do she have uh sista uh cousin or uh friend
that really mean that nigga like yo' bitch whoadi
now thats one to grow on nigga

 

[fox69]

"Bitches And Money"
(feat. The Real Untouchables)

"Bitches And Money"
(feat. The Real Untouchables)



[Sonya C]
This is station KMLN
And we're sitting here with rap star Master P
Leader of The Real Untouchables
Master P, where are you from?

[Master P]
The ghetto

[Sonya C]
Now that you are living in Beverly Hills
Has anything changed?

[Master P]
Well...not really

[Sonya C]
Master P, would you like to say anything to the people
Who think that you couldn't make it?

[Master P]
Yeah, fuck em'

[Sonya C]
So Master P, what's life to you?

[Master P]
Life to me ain't nothing but bitches and money

[Master P and DJ scratching]
Life..life...life...life
Life...ain't...nothing...but...b-bitch...bitches and money

[Hook]
Life ain't nothin' but bitches and money (Bitches and money)
Life ain't nothin' but bitches and money (Bitches and money)

[Verse 1]
It all started way back in the day
When this bitch named Brenda used to give a nigga hay
So just listen to the words I say
And if you a man you've experienced foul play
You know the hoes, the ones that act funny
That don't say shit till ya whip out some money
Then a bitch start jockin'
Next thing ya know ya at the hotel rockin'
I can't have a bitch cause we didn't have no money you was a trip
So you makin' that mail, it's kind of risky
You thinkin' fuck she thinkin' rags to the riches
So this the shit you gotta beat
Meet a freak before ya fall for another man's freal
But if ya laugh, ain't a damn thing funny
Cause ya like P, life ain't nothin' but bitches and money

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I'm the K-I-N-G, don't avenge me
Don't think cause I'm stingy
I want cash, I don't flash
Ask my bitch, fuck the dash
Rollin' in the street in a fresh ass Rolls
Checkin' out the bitches and the funky hoes
Ooh who is this behind the tinted glass
A bitch named Gina wanna give me some ass
Well next week call the honey
Cause life ain't nothin' but bitches and money

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
My Vette, clean as shit
I see some hoes lookin' they wanna ride in it
Bitches think a nigga can tap for some ass
Open like a fuckin' convertible runs off of gas
So open on up and start pumpin'
Cause that don't be workin' hoes get something for nothin'
Man life ain't nothin' but bitches and money

[Hook]

[Verse 4]
I love money...and bitches too
The ones as sweet as honey
But when she fucks up, she's gotta go
Don't let her stay but the cash flow
I could give a damn about a stupid ho
Bitch ya can't make me rich this I know
This is behind me
I need big dollars and fuckin' thick bitch behind me
And I'ma get them to thinkin' hope
But I ain't fuckin' with em' if they broke
Cause money attracts money
And when ya ain't got none all ya days are funny
Just like my boys said
When ya got a pocket full of money
Everything is funny
Ain't that the truth Ruth
With a pocket full of dough fuck a bitch, hella fun
And afterwards she will cease
All I care about is bitches and money

[Hook]

[Verse 5]
I think it's all types of games bein' played
But to a bitch these days the looks ain't shit
Unless these niggas pay
Look here bro' ya gotta suffer
Cause a motherfucker with trues and Vogues got all the hoes
Don't even cuss, she think a nigga is hustle
The more ya make the more she take
Bring her to dinner think of desert
Come up with an empty plate
This to them young hoes
There's money, meals, and haves
This another way ya feel up Mike and Thomas and rock Ruth
So don't take it personal hoes just keep runnin'
And to the fellas out there, you know how it goes
Life ain't nothin' but bitches and money

 

[fox69]

"Black And White"
(feat. Fiend, Silkk The Shocker)

"Black And White"
(feat. Fiend, Silkk The Shocker)



[Kid:] Hey dad I got in a fight with this white kid today at school.
[P:] Son, didn't I tell you I don't want you fighting?
[Kid:] But he called me a nigger.

[Master P]
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world [x5]
And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl

Its a shame when you can't send your kids, to decent schools
We live in the world for the laws and no rules
Gang-bangers, crease sides, and chalk lines
Correctional facilities full of juveniles doin' petty crimes
In this ghetto, got me crazy
Sometimes I wish, mama wouldn'ta made me
But its a shame when you gotta raise a baby
And the color of my skin might taint me

I'm just a black man trapped in this white world [x3]
And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl

And all the money can't change the color of your skin
Why so many blacks and Mexicans in the pen?
It is cause we VIOLENT?
But why Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves and started smilin'?
So many people have dreams
But why society eliminated Martin Luther King?
And they tell us to be proud to be black
And at the same time Uncle John shoot us in the back
Independence, its a free country
No jobs, most blacks turn to street money
A bunch of ghetto full of drugs and alcohol
Where found history books about white laws
And tell me Hilfiger discriminate
And sell us clothes
But we can't blame him cause
We don't support the black stores
And only God can judge or point the finger and what's
White or black and red and blue equals gang banging

I'm just a black man trapped in this white world [x3]
And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl

(I'm just a black man
Trapped in this white world)
I'm colorblind, so Lord won't you feel my pain
(Hold on, hold on
Trapped in this white world)
I'm colorblind, so Lord won't you feel my pain

[Silkk]
P pray for your little brother
[Master P]
Silkk, keep your head up
[Silkk]
I'm tryin' but sometime I get fed up (Damn)
What about all of the people that died in the past?
Peers I can't get back with too many found guilty
And I know they didn't do it
But still they can't get back
I see the copper be tryin' to nail me
Police constantly trailin' me
Cause I'm young, rich, and black
I'm always under survelience
Dash me out the car
And wanna ask me who the car fuck
Thay allowed to carry guns
Can't never be convicted
Who that law fuck?
I'm guilty till proven innocent
Still we all equals, how do you figure?
Cop told me
"You weren't speeding but I'm gonna give you a ticket cause you a nigger"
I seen the hardest of my homies
Break down in tears
A white judge looked them in the eyes
And gave them 35 years
Now its a everyday struggle
I hustle just to live
To raise your kids
When they got them teachin' them
Their parents better than them
They got me thinkin'
The color of my skin
Is a sin
I'm a black man in a white man's world
Where its set up for me not to win
Lookit, ain't that about a bitch
They look at us like we ain't shit
But lookit, I ain't racist, but face it, it exists
I'm a black man (Unghhhhh)

[Master P]
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world [x3]
And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl

[Outro:]
Check this out (check this out)
Underneath (underneath)
Ain't no black or white (there ain't no black or white)
We all equal (we all equal)
We all equal (we all equal)
We all (remember that)
Got the same opportunity
Whether we wanna be judges, doctors, or lawyers
Ain't a black or white thing
Pick the best man for the job
And there shouldn't be no hatin'
Where you live, if you can afford to buy a house
Should be able to live wherever you want
The same hospitality they give to athletes
And movie stars
Should give that same hospitality and companionship
To your neighbors
You heard me?
Y'all know it ain't a black and white thing with me
I just make music
For the reality
Only the real could feel this, huh
Only the real could feel this

 

[fox69]

"Bloody Murder"

"Bloody Murder"


[Verse One:]
Me and the crew had the 40s and dank getting fucked up
Plottin on some suckas last week that snuck up
They thought they had us done, we had the 9's and clip man
Cash in the ride, hoe sealed the cocaine
Fool started shooting
I rolled down the window
Let out some smoke, car full of that indo
Pointed the Tec-9, smoked the passenger
Another nigga to' up but bitch I laugh at ya
Fools tryin to figure whether he should duck or fucking hide out
Niggas got away so we ride out
Plottin motherfuckas cuz you know I serve ya
And sucka when I see ya, its gonna be a bloody murder

[Chorus:]
Its gonna be a bloody murder,
And when I see him I'ma kill him [x2]

[Verse Two:]
Now when I'm on the set I gots to get paid, check it
Dope fiend got his high beams, talkin bout he got credit
This dope fiend, he was trippin, I said "fool get the fuck on,"
He said he wanted wholesale but didn't have a buck on him
Damn, I didn't want to beat the fool's ass
I reached for my gat, then out jumped the taz
They started gunnin, I started runnin, I got away
They thought they had me caught but the P just hid away
And laid back, did the crack thinkin bout revenge
You see I didn't get him, I'll probably get his friends
He tried to set me with the jump out boys, and I'll serve ya
And dope fiend when I see ya, its gonna be a bloody murder

[Chorus x2]

[Verse Three:]
I was cool, me and the chill was just chillin
Countin up my mil from the wholesale top dealin
I wasn't even trippin when my pager went off
I said who the fuck is this, just tell that bitch to get lost
He called the bitch on his mobile phone, I said yo its on
She said "P I'll dick ya dick like an ice cream cone,"
I said damn I was a trippin cuz I fuck bitches all the time
So tell that nasty bitch I catch her ass at about nine
Later that night I had to pop her
Knocked on the door said bitch I came to fuck
But see before I hit the pussy, and got a nut
Some niggas came straight out the closet talkin bout hands up
The bitch ran out the hosue, you know I'm gone hurt her
And bitch when I see ya, its gonna be a bloody murder

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Boonapalist"
(feat. D.I.G., Ms. Peaches)

"Boonapalist"
(feat. D.I.G., Ms. Peaches)



[MP] You wanna half, or you ready for the whole thing?
[Ms] You ready for the whole thing?
[MP] Shit, you ain't gon' change on a nigga ha?
[Ms] Tchk, no
[MP] I'ma make you out my boonapalist, ya heard me?
[Ms] That's straight

[Ms. Peachers singin]
Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you
No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo

[Master P speaks over singin]
I'ma let you shine, all the time
But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine
I'ma let you shine, all the time
But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine

My ghetto boonapalist, I wanna see you topless
Lie you in my bed like the six-fo', then drop this
to a deck, overlookin, a beautiful ocean sight
Take you out the ghetto, if it's only fo' one night
I'ma keep it real girl, I ain't gon' bullshit or stunt
See I make my money, every first of the month
If you could, be there for me like I'ma, be there for you
Everything that you could think about I'ma make it, come true
I 'member you used to visit me in jail, some say that love is blind
But I told you when I get out, I'ma make sure that you shine
A couple of carats around your finger, baguettes around your wrist
A couple of million in the bank, damn we the shit
Put the kids in private school, but still pack that tool
Cause you know them niggaz think we rich
they gon' act a fuckin fool

[Ms. Peachers singin]
Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you
No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo

[Master P speaks over singin]
I'ma let you shine, all the time
But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine
I'ma let you shine, all the time
But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine

[Ms. Peachers singin]
Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you
No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo

[D.I.G.]
Yo, but when I greet you I greet you like you a lady
I just ask your name, I never say "Yo whazzup baby?"
because you lookin fine, havin a beautiful day
Now it'll be my pleasure just to greet you up on your way
wherever you goin, we can even jump in the ride
I'll drive you round the city, be your chaffeur, make it live
Don't means I wanna creep witchu, just wanna be witchu
Girl you keep it real with me
and look I keep it real with you too Boo
All of these feelings I'm holdin inside
Some feelings I can never hide
I never keep a secret or tell a lie
I'ma let you shine all the time
And when you roll through the ghetto
let them niggaz know that you mine, ya heard me?

[Ms. Peachers singin]
Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you
No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo

[Master P speaks over singin]
I'ma let you shine, all the time
But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine
I'ma let you shine, all the time
But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine

[Ms. Peaches]
You don't ever have to worry bout me sayin I'm your lady
Keep it real with me cause boy you know you really drive me crazy
All I want.. is for us, to be, together
No matter what.. I'll be there through stormy weather
Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you
No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo
Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you
No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo

[Master P]
My ghetto boonapalist ya heard me?
My boonapalist -- every thug need one
That's a woman that ain't gon', stress her man, ya heard me?
Every thug need a boonapalist, uh-heh
She know when you out there hustlin, she gon' be there for you
And when you locked down, she gon' be there for you
When things ain't right, she gon' be there for you
When yo' paper ain't right, her paper gon' be right, ya heard me?
That's a boonapalist, that's what I need
That's what I need a boonapalist
But all the homies out there
If your boonapalist straight, and you come up, huh
You take your boonapalist and, you put her on top, ya heard me?
That's that boonapalist love, ya heard me?

 

[fox69]

"Bounce That Azz"
(feat. King George, Silkk, and Gangsta T)

"Bounce That Azz"
(feat. King George, Silkk, and Gangsta T)



-Hey yo P! Wuzzup, dawg? I heard you been out in California, ballin outta
control!
-Yeah, but I'm back home now!
-Hey, yo, holla at ya boy, though!
-Down South hustlin, little Raleigh, we put you on the map yet, dawg?
-Since you back Down South, man, what you got to tell me, though?

[Chorus (5X):]
Bounce that azz, bounce that azz, you hoes bounce that azz

(You shouldn't of wore bikinis if you came to dance. Pull them draws out ya
azz and let ya knees shake)

[Master P]
Back to the 3rd Ward, it sho feel good
Just left Cali, now I'm back in the hood
Ain't been home a week, but already gettin paid black
My homeboys fiendin for that dank, I mean that chronic sack
Bags, hella bitch, but ain't a damn thing for free
You know I'm from the Calliope so meet me on these ratta streets
A round rolled tablet, these fiends actin bad
Don't make me pop the trunk and get that tac, and tap that azz
Walked through the carway, made it to the gym
Hollered at Michael Brown, Big Willie, and Magnolia Slim
See my old girlfriend, damn she hella fine
Got three kids but ain't none of them hoes mine
Asked her is it all good for a light night creep
She said she on her way, whistled at me at a quarter to three
Gold teeth shinin, diamonds almost blinded her
And just like Brandy, I wanna be down with ya
Say it's all good, jumped in the Lexus
Mobile phone ringin, it's my cousin from Texas
Say they bouncin hard to my shit back in 5th Ward
North side, south side and south par

[Chorus (4X)]

[King George]
It's that Down South lunatic, livin harder than a brick
Breakin em down, while shakin the town, with hoes all on my dick
Doin what I gotta do, leavin them lawyers without a clue
Playa hatas mad cause my ride on them gold jewels
You hoes bounce that azz, you niggaz get the gat
Playaz in the front, where they at, where they at?
6th folks keep pimpin, you pimps keep pimpin
With a mouth full of gold, I know my shit is kickin
5th wheel caddies, tilt like yo daddy's
Bitch you pussy poppin, azz bouncin, I wanna grab it, can I have it?

[Chorus (2X)]

[Silkk]
1 to the 2 to the 3 to the 4 to the 5
Nigga it's the S-I-L to the K but don't forget to dot the "i"
Going into that booth like steak (What?)
3rd Ward nigga, fool, N.O., LA
Pretend it's yo birthday like Lou
But we don't love you hoes like Snoop
But like H-Town I wanna knock some boots
(Why?) Just a fool like that
(Why you so laid back?) I'm just cool like that
Game fuckin tight, nigga, a step above
A nigga fully strapped so I steps in the club
1 little, 2 little, 3 little dog bitches
4 little, 5 little, 6 little dog bitches
7 little, 8 little, 9 little dog bitches
Now which one of you hoes is comin home with me?

Pffft! Pffft! Lodi Dodi, who came to party?
I'm not Slick Rick but I'm leavin with somebody
We just some Down South niggaz who rock the mike
Don't give a fuck, cause bounce all night

[Chorus (2X)]

[Gangsta T]
Pull me out to the ballin, and watch em get served
Bouncin in the U-haul, gettin full of that herb
All them stuntin ass niggaz finna give it up (lay it down)
Lightin up the whole block as I stuff em in the truck
Bitches this the payback, for them weak ass ?twav? sacks
Save that shit for to poppa (us Down South niggaz don't play that)
A bout it ass nigga from that boot
(Tell em dawg) all of that is my nature, to up a AK
Ain't takin no shorts, already lost in this system
Either bounce or get bounced, so you hoes get with it

[Chorus (2X)]
Uptown (bounce that azz, ho)
Downtown (bounce that azz, ho)
The West Bank (bounce that azz, ho)
Louisiana (bounce that azz, ho)
Texas (bounce that azz, ho)
Oklahoma (bounce that azz, ho)
Florida (bounce that azz, ho)
Memphis (bounce that azz, ho)
Alabama (bounce that azz, ho)
Georgia (bounce that azz, ho)
Mississippi (bounce that azz, ho)
Arkanasas (bounce that azz, ho)
Missouri (bounce that azz, ho)
Carolina (bounce that azz, ho)
California (bounce that azz, ho)
Everybody (bounce that azz, ho)

[Chorus (4X)]

Roll a nigga dick and get fucked, bitch. Roll a nigga dick and get fucked
bitch. Ha, ha, ha!Ya'll so nasty! Master P and da Down South hustlers in
this muthafucka! (Ain't no party like a No Limit Party cause a No Limit
Party is the shit) Bout to be outty 5, now, bitch! (Ain't no party like a
No Limit Party cause a No Limit Party is the shit) No Limit Records,
Bouncin and Swingin! And stay off of my niggaz!

 

[fox69]

"Bout Dat"
(feat. Silkk the Shocker)

"Bout Dat"
(feat. Silkk the Shocker)



[Silkk the Shocker]
Niggas hear this
I want niggas to mug niggas
Like, what you lookin at?

[Master P]
Bounce wit me, bounce wit me, bounce
When my real niggas come; flip a ounce wit me, ounce wit me
Bounce wit me, bounce wit me.. c'mon bounce
When my real niggas come; flip a ounce wit me, ounce wit me

[Chorus 2X: Master P]
Bentleys and Hummers; lil daddy, we bout dat (VROOM, VROOM)
Whodi, ice on our mouth and wrist, we bout dat (Bling! Bling!)
Block parties in the projects; souljas, we bout dat
Only guns and pretty bitches my niggas we bout dat

[Master P]
Drop platinum on the street, Ghetto D and Ghetto Postage
Homey don't touch the weed, lil whodi, and don't smoke it
Jack one of my souljas lil daddy; I doubt dat!
Get paid on the 1st & 15th, we bout dat!
A thousand fuckin grams, lil whodi, I got dat
Goin for sixteen five, you want it then holla back!
We in the project livin nigga, rollin with my boyz
Hustlin on them rocks, but we strapped wit dem toyz
You come up fakin and frontin
You get your wig split nigga
Live by the knife
Whodi die by the trigga
We be runnin dem blocks
Duckin Dodgin dem cops
Slangin tape till they pop
And we gon' ball till we drop (Ya Heard!)

[Chorus]

[Silkk the Shocker]
All they can say is, when they see us be like, that's them bastards!
Silkk and P equals dope, come on that's simple mathematics
Niggas wanna be more, famous then rich
Now I might hang wit a chick or just, hang in the bricks
Nuttin polite, opposite of nice, gangsta shit
You ain't never seen 2 or more niggas, gangsta then dis
See we right where da block at
Right where da spot at
Right where it's hot I mean
Right where the cops at
Ball 'till we fall, never gon' stop dat
Do what we done, come on, never gon' top dat (Ha)

[Chorus]

[Master P]
Fool kid nappin papers nigga, we bout dat
No Limit stuntin 'n frontin lil daddy, I doubt dat

Ride me out Silkk

[Silkk's voice sound effects]
Vvvrummm! Vvvrummm!
Vvvrummm! Vvvrummm! Eeeerrrr!