Master P - k**er p**y lyrics

[Master P:] Yo Ann, wuz up? [Ann:] Wuz up? [Master P:] sh** girl I know you got it going on and everything But its like this here, (what?) how come, every n***a you fool Wit, and sh**, n***a get shot and k**ed, wuz up with that? [Ann:] Man n***a that sh** ain't true [Master P:] sh**, well, what about Mike, what happened to him? [Ann:] Oh, that n***a? ummm, they found that motherf**er In a ditch somewhere [Master P:] sh**, what about, that; that other n***a Joe you used To fool with, what happened to him? [Ann:] Man, Joe was trippin, man, you know he owed some n***a some money, and you know, if you don't pay up you just get got [Master P:] Ahhh, well what about yo babydaddy, what he did? [Ann:] That motherf**er was trying to sell dope, and smoke it At the same f**ing time, ignorant a** motherf**er, I'm glad he gone [Master P:] So you don't think that yo, p**y be like, yankin n***as know what I'm saying? You got that k**a p**y, k**a p**y, k**a p**y- [2x] She got that k**a p**y, k**a p**y, k**a p**y- [3x] I'm not dog pound but yo p**y be the bomb, but why every n***a that you f** up liked up dying? Like my boy Roy but y'all n***as don't feel it, y'all don't think b**hes f**ing p**y, can k** trick Better watch these hoes, talking bout these n***as but y'all don't know that these pussies got triggers, getting n***as k**ed in my hood like b**hes! f**ing with these ghetto 1 800 hoe b**hes! Ha, ha, ha, see y'all n***as don't understand, y'all too busy watching Ricki Lake, and Montel Williams, tripping on like, b**hes k**ing n***as behind AIDS, but see that big monkey between they legs? get n***as trapped like motherf**ing rats, trying to get cheese, ya heard me? You out the front door, that n***a out the back, that's how my partner got k**ed behind some cat, I ain't got no love for y'all hoes cause y'all tramps, and b**hes act bad when they go to f**ing snap, but b**hes y'all can s** a n***a dick and get real, or better twirk something or buckle up and guard yo grill, cause I'm laying you hoes on the floor like n***as, b**hes want that dick hoe y'all can feel that trigga, 17 rounds from that motherf**ing pistol, and watch a n***a make a b**h f**ing head whistle, hoes bout that a**, n***as y'all feel me, but p**y to good to be f**ing real G, I'm from that 3rd ward, n***as started banging, b**hes running up, in cars cause we hanging, ask a n***a to break em off to get her hair done, but I ain't giving a b**h nothing but some cum and hit and run, in the projects ballin wit my motherf**ing homies, and all y'all b**hes with that k**a p**y, don't run up on me [Chorus] Fool I ain't Spud, but these hoes be creepin Late at night when a young ballas sleepin b**hes try to run into the safe and get my money, but I'll lay a b**h on the floor it ain't funny, like that b**h Bren-da, got my boy k**ed, like that hoe Shell, yea she tried to do O'Neal, and what about Ep-Do, she can't phase me, talking that sh** about she might have my ba-by, b**h it ain't mine, I only f**ed her once, I had 2 rubbers so b**h you done, and what About Wen-dy, and that hoe Su-sy, Say her p**y be k**ing n***as think she pack a OO-ZIE, but I ain't even trippin, all y'all hoes I watchin my back, I ain't k**ed behind no motherf**ing cat, this goes to you hoes from the south to the West coast Even got p**y k**in n***as on the East coast, and all y'all b**hes that are bout it won't y'all shout it, but b**h k**in me behind some p**y, n***a I doubt it [Chorus]