Master P, Silkk the Shocker - 1-900-Master P lyrics

G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep
Thats how we late night creep
See in Cali' fools be gettin' their serve on
And at the side shows cars got it going on
With that candy paint plus that?
So many woofers in the trunk
Sound like an army tank
I'm from that Richmond 23rd street army
So fools can't harm me
Gats cocked incase they run up on me
See I'm deep, TRU is how I creep
I don't bang cause that went out in '93
Still locin, blunted and smokin'
Gator Rade and Thunderbird
A pocket full of Trojans
For them hoochies, that wanna smooch me
End up in Motel 6 in some booty
Boots knockin', panties be droppin'
Gat under the bed incase the playa
Hatas come and pop me
Got that Glock, 17 shots


It's all good I tell a hoochie don't stop
Ass bangin', nuts still hangin'
Moble phone ringin'
Ain't stoppin' 'till the fat lady
Starts singin' and hollerin'
And moanin'i'm humpin'
Check my watch god damn it's 6 in the mornin'
Should I stay, ain't got no time to play
Put my? by my t-shirt
Then I break, to the door
My partner's three deep in a six-four

G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep
That's how we late night creep

Well it's the weekend and everybody
Chillin' at the giggety lake
Hoes in daisy dukes so tight
It'll make your nuts break
Polk-a dot panties, gold thangs, dampies
So many stars out here I feel
Like I'm at the Grammys
Niggas blowin', bitches out hoein'
Weaves so tight ain't nobody else knowin'
Is it real, if it's not just chill
Cause talkin' shit to a hoe in Cali'
Can get your god damn cap peeled
Ballers roll low, fools out tellin' jokes
Hittin' like Tyson on the
Mother fuckin' Spliff smoke
Tangueray mixed with that orange
Juice and lemon squeeze
Straight vodka and mother fuckin 80 leaves
I mean high, I'm higher than a giggety bird
Show my ass for the hood make
Them gold thangs hit the curb
5-0 on my trizail, I had to post bizail
100 g's to get me out of jail
I'm with the quickness
All because a big nigga bought a ki' of dope
Watch a young nigga flip this
Straight independant, ain't nobody lendin'
Underground King Pin, title dependant
Master P or should I say Al Capone
No Limit Records in the house got it goin' on
Ain't no love, I thought I told ya
Us TRU niggas, straight soldiers
King ready to fight a bitch like a Pit Bull
And Big Ed got that 9 trigger ready to pull
And Silkk will put your teeth
In the dirt fool
And C-Murder don't give a fuck
About a nigga dude
And Cali-G is ready to do a fuckin' OG call
Cause when you fuckin' with us one
You fuckin' with us all
That's how we do it on the Westcoast
Westcoast Badd Boyz some more No Limit dope

G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep
That's how we late night creep

Now we creepin' from the
Westcoast of California
To Washington, Texas, Louisiana, Arizona
Utah, Flordia, Atlanta, kansas
Nebraska, New York, Kentucky, Alabama
Detroit
Arkansas, North Carolina, South Carolina

Man let me check this shit out
Let me see what this
All about 1-9-0-0-Master-P

Yo, what's up this is your nigga Master P
Sorry I'm unavailiable to come to
The phone right now i'm either out on the
Fuckin' road doin' shows
Kickin' it with bitches
Could be your bitch if you a real G
Just take it to the law
You could be a playa hater
We can hold court in the streets
But if you my nigga little Rich
Yeah nigga if you still got
Them mountings for 350
Hold me 7 of 'em nigga
I'll be back tomorrow
And if it's that bitch Sheryl
Yeah I told them niggas you
Sucked my dick hoe
You know how that go, every dog got they day
Bitch you had 3 or 4 though
No Limit Records
Supplyin' the world with that
Dope gangsta ass shit y'all know as usual
Comin' back with a bomb on y'all ass
Dope ass EP P 99 Ways To Die
Everybody got it
You must have it cause you wouldn't
Be listenin' to this shit
Master P bout it be, audi five thousand
'Bout to smoke this ol' Spliff
On y'all dog ass
Watch this, when the weed stop
Then leave a mother fuckin' message
(inhales) boom