Master P, Rich Kidz - Watch Your Ass lyrics

G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya
Know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up
And let'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 let cha' boy hit a lil')
Sssss (So what's up P, what chu' been up to man)
Ya know the same ol' 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' let ya
Boy kick a lil' something) go ahead Rich
Go ahead a kick a lil' freestyle (yeah)

38th is the spot where I'm rippin' the top
In my 68 Stang I got the bitches off
With the clean purple back and
The real gold plates
And a case I'm sittin' on triple gold Daytons
With a peanut butter top
My shit straight dropped
I'm north bound, on my way to the day spot
Richmond, California is the city I'm from
And everybody in my hood of
Course they pack guns
If a sucker talk shit I
Fill his ass with lead
With a chopper in my hand
Watch the bloodshed
Have ya layin' in a coffin with the quickness
If you think a folk then handle ya business
But just remember that you can be handled
With a shot from my gauge
Ya whole body dismantled
To be fit to survive man ya gotta be real
Have the mind of a gangsta
No hesitation to kill
If ya hesistate yo you might get smoked
Ya got one in the chamber
Just let the punk choke
Off this red hot piece of lead
Start spittin' off from the mouth
Now ya know he's dead
Said my rules to survive so make
Sure ya get with it
Cause life of a gangsta is
Survival of the fittest

Yeah Rich man that's cool but
Pass the dank man (yeah man, here ya go man
Ya know) yeah, yeah, yeah swwwww
Whoa, pass it (Oh shit)
Hold a kid, cut the music off

Life in the ghetto is serious
Mysterious it may seem
Peep out the window I see
Nothin' but dope fiends
They want them double ups
Twenties and tens and chromes
Before I finish let me tell
Ya where I'm comin' from
A smoked out, loced out hood
Way back in the ghetto back in the days
I used to slang and game to get hoes
50 would 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 laid 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 probably never will
Watch ya back for dope fiends
They known to kill
But that's the life in the
Ghetto so think fast
Ya better look behind ya back
And watch ya ass

See dope fiends, they get me for crack
5-0 they want to beat me with a baseball bat
Watch your ass all these crazy hoes havin'
Babies for the welfare
Homicide, murderers killin'
People everywhere, watch your ass

There was a day my nigga Mokey did a homicide
They be smokin' crack but
They will never realize
My neighborhood is like a jungle cause
It's kill or be killed
Pull out the chopper motherfucker
Watch the blood spill
Now I'm a villain, deep in the dope game
Can't find a job so a brother sellin' cocaine
It's kind of strange
Got me scared but I'm never slippin'
My next door neighbor od'd the
Bitch is always trippin'
In the park, the park they shot the lil' kid
Them motherfuckers low down
Damn how could ya do it nig
So the life in the ghetto is kind of vile
But move ya bitch down cause bitches
They go a hundred miles

See dope fiends, they get me for crack
5-0 they want to beat me with a baseball bat
Watch your ass all these crazy hoes havin'
Babies for the welfare
Homicide, murderers killin'
People everywhere, watch your ass

Watch your ass

See dope fiends, they get me for crack
5-0 they want to beat me with a baseball bat
Watch your ass all these crazy hoes havin'
Babies for the welfare
Homicide, murderers killin'
People everywhere, watch your ass