Hey P man
Remember that sh** last year you was talking bout that
Bloody murder sh**
Won't you kick some more of that sh**
Verse 1
Jumped out the Chev mean mugged at some s**er punks
King flashed the gauge, them hoes didn't want no funk
So they smashed off hella quick
Why them hoes was leaving me and Sonja C was plotting some gangster sh**
So put this nine up in your bra strap
And when we get inside this liquor store keep your eyes up on them Japs
Sonya C:
So get your hands up in the air trick
And break me off some cash cause Sonya C's a trigger happy b**h
So don't be talking that f**ing Japanese
Understand its a jack give up the cash or you'll be swiss cheese
Master P:
Touch the bu*ton and I'ma hurt you b**h
Why you had to and make P get his hands dirty trick
And that'll be some f**ing more sh**
Sonya C grab the tape cause we ain't leaving no f**ing evidence
The next day the paper reads no leads
Sonya C:
Just a bunch of dead motherf**ing Japanese
Master P:
Jumped in the car and back to the Rich
Bonnie and Clyde or should I say gangsta sh**
(Chorus)
A motherf**ing 211
We needed cash we robbed the liquor store
Verse 2
I'm getting chronic-eyed or should I say f**ed up
Count my cash it's one G and it's three of us
I seen my face on the news and its time to chill
But I can't cause I got too many f**ing bills
Grabbed my Glock it only had three bullets trick
But if I run out I ain't tripping I'll choke a b**h
Walked in the corner liquor store with my .44
Played it cool bought a Snapple man f** them hoes
He opened the register I tried to do his a**
I ain't tripping cause the P wasn't wearing a mask
Blew out some chronic, showed no remorse
Told them hoes get they a** on the figgety floor
Snatched the cash and my pistol still smoking
Left them hoes like the Raiders left Oakland
(Chorus)
Verse 3
Cali G had the chronic without no zig zags
Hold on partner I'ma go get some f**ing zags
Now I'm off to the liquor store
And just in case it be some funk, I'm gone bring my .44
Now you know the P don't take no sh**
But this A-rab started following me
Like I was gone steal some sh**
He was strapped so I had to think quick
Put my .44 to the head of this b**h
Drop your pistol or she's dead man
Slowly put your hands up in the air
Lets play a little f**ing game
Simon say open the register ho
His b**h lookin' good so I told her to s** my .44
He got jealous tried to jump I hit him with the pump
Put more cash in my pockets than Donald Trump
And I'm off to the freeway real fast
Got damn, forgot Cali's zig zags
(Chorus)
-Alright you inmate double o 652
Get your a** back in that cell boy
-damn, now ya'll know crime do pay
But you don't always get away