Master P - Somethin for the Street lyrics

Damn Silkk keep shaking that motherfucker
It's bubbling up now
There it is there it is right there
Ok, I'm a shake it a little while longer
That's the jent their fool

In the crackhouse cutting up the diggety dope
Breaking down the keys cutting them
Up like Riddick Bowe
Gotta cook it up good for the dope fiends
Not too much baking soda gotta
Keep it crystal clean and just like 7 Up
Shake the shit well till
The motherfucker bubble up
And now it's time for the testing of the dope
Bring in the junkie and if he
Choke than it's good smoke
Now it's off to the hood
? til we open up shop
Partner but it's all good
And just in case you wanna find me
King George with the tech 9
Standing right behind me
Silkk and Ed in the Benz as the decoy
And in the 5 Lil Ric and D-Boy
C-Murder doing my time in the county jail
It been two weeks but it feel like 3 years
For some player hating snitching bitch
And after 12 o'clock partner we
Going to handle this
Put they heads on flat like Lawerence Taylor
Bullets flying everywhere they'll never
Find a cap peeler
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 sleep
And it's a message from
The motherfucking street

Something funky for the streets
And the niggas and the hoes

Top down as we ride thru the giggety streets
OG blood in my veins
But they don't know the P
Cause if they did they be ducking
Cause where I'm from it's
Bout jacking and busting
Catch you slipping that could cost
You your grave man
Triple gold ones the mark of a dead man
So why you slanging the keys
Drinking the g's watch your g's
Cause in my street you'll get
Jacked in the county streets

Something funky for the streets
And the niggas and the hoes

I'm in the black chev coming down the highway
With the bump in the trunk leaning sideway
Tacked out with my 40 on my side g
Bumping shit like The Ghetto's
Trying to Kill Me
See in 94 them bitches can't fade me
And to your dome it's a 9 a 380
Or make that mac 10 tap dance on that ass
You see the No Limit mob you better move fast
Being real 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 yelling as the
Bithces started falling down
All I heard was sirens by the police
Ran thru the crowd act liked it wasn't me
Niggas in the back of the
Chev getting chroniced out
Just handled our business and
We slowly smashed out now we on the freeway
Danked out, just bust caps and we got away
TRU g's in the dope game
But always coming thru with something
Funky for the streets man

Something funky for the streets
And the niggas and the hoes