Master P - 6 ‘N Tha Mornin' lyrics
[Master P - 6 ‘N Tha Mornin' lyrics]
6 'n tha mornin' police at my do'
Fresh Nikes squeak across my bathroom flo'
Out my back window, I made my escape
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Bout It
Bout It tape man with no music but I'm
Happy cause I'm free
In the streets is a place for a playa to be
Got a knot in my pocket
When I unleashed the green
Gold tank around my neck
My pistol's close at hand
I'm a self made millionaire
In these silly streets
Remotely controlled by hard Hip-Hop beats
But just livin in tha city is a serious task
Didn't know what cops wanted
Din't have time to ask
Unnnnnnggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
See my homeboys coolin way way out
Told them bout my mornin, cold bugged em out
Shot a lil dice til my knees got sore
Kicked around some stories bout
The night befo'
TRU to the corner where the fly girls chill
TRU action to some freak until
One bitch got ill she started actin silly
Simply would not quit
Called us all punk pussy said
We all wasn't shit as we walked over to her
Ho continued to speak
So we beat the bitch down in
The back of the street screams
But just livin in the city is a serious task
Tha bitch didn't know what hit her
Didn't have time to ask
Unnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Continued clockin freaks with
A nice posterior roll in an Expedition with
The leather interior
Would bring tha teekies but
Tha ride was rough
Bust a left turn, was on South Broad
Silkk the Shocker was the driver
Known to get free tell
Had the beepe going off like a
High school bell beeper sounds
Looked in the mirror, what did we see
Fuckin blue lights, NOPD
Pig searched our car cause they day was made
Found an uzi, fo'-fo', and a hand grenade
They t-rew us in the county house
Power with lock
No more freaks to see, no more shows to rock
Didn't want no trouble but the shit must fly
Squabble with this fuckin hater
Shanked him in the eye
But just livin in the county
Is a serious task
Nigga didn't know what happened didn't
Have time to ask
UnnnnnnnnggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhH!
We bout it bout it
Now I say "Wus up to Ice T"
This from tha old to tha new generation
This is what Hip-Hop's all about
We represent baby
From tha south to tha north
To the east coast mid-west
It ain't nutin but luv
I want to say whats up to Bobby Brown
Andrew Shack
For hookin this & we outty outty
Like 6 'n tha Mornin, you heard me?
I told y'all we're no limit represent baby
Unnnnggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Fresh Nikes squeak across my bathroom flo'
Out my back window, I made my escape
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Bout It
Bout It tape man with no music but I'm
Happy cause I'm free
In the streets is a place for a playa to be
Got a knot in my pocket
When I unleashed the green
Gold tank around my neck
My pistol's close at hand
I'm a self made millionaire
In these silly streets
Remotely controlled by hard Hip-Hop beats
But just livin in tha city is a serious task
Didn't know what cops wanted
Din't have time to ask
Unnnnnnggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
See my homeboys coolin way way out
Told them bout my mornin, cold bugged em out
Shot a lil dice til my knees got sore
Kicked around some stories bout
The night befo'
TRU to the corner where the fly girls chill
TRU action to some freak until
One bitch got ill she started actin silly
Simply would not quit
Called us all punk pussy said
We all wasn't shit as we walked over to her
Ho continued to speak
So we beat the bitch down in
The back of the street screams
But just livin in the city is a serious task
Tha bitch didn't know what hit her
Didn't have time to ask
Unnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Continued clockin freaks with
A nice posterior roll in an Expedition with
The leather interior
Would bring tha teekies but
Tha ride was rough
Bust a left turn, was on South Broad
Silkk the Shocker was the driver
Known to get free tell
Had the beepe going off like a
High school bell beeper sounds
Looked in the mirror, what did we see
Fuckin blue lights, NOPD
Pig searched our car cause they day was made
Found an uzi, fo'-fo', and a hand grenade
They t-rew us in the county house
Power with lock
No more freaks to see, no more shows to rock
Didn't want no trouble but the shit must fly
Squabble with this fuckin hater
Shanked him in the eye
But just livin in the county
Is a serious task
Nigga didn't know what happened didn't
Have time to ask
UnnnnnnnnggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhH!
We bout it bout it
Now I say "Wus up to Ice T"
This from tha old to tha new generation
This is what Hip-Hop's all about
We represent baby
From tha south to tha north
To the east coast mid-west
It ain't nutin but luv
I want to say whats up to Bobby Brown
Andrew Shack
For hookin this & we outty outty
Like 6 'n tha Mornin, you heard me?
I told y'all we're no limit represent baby
Unnnnggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh