Master P - 1-900-Master P lyrics

[Master P] G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep Thats how we late night creep See in Cali' fools be gettin' their serve on And at the side shows cars got it going on With that candy paint plus that ?? So many woofers in the trunk sound like an army tank I'm from that Richmond 23rd street army So fools can't harm me, gats co*ked incase they run up on me See I'm deep, TRU is how I creep I don't bang cause that went out in '93 Still locin, blunted and smokin' Gator Rade and Thunderbird, a pocket full of Trojans For them hoochies, that wanna smooch me End up in Motel 6 in some booty Boots knockin', panties be droppin' Gat under the bed incase the playa hatas come and pop me Got that glock, 17 shots, it's all good I tell a hoochie don't stop Ass bangin', nuts still hangin', moble phone ringin' Ain't stoppin' 'till the fat lady starts singin' and hollerin' And moanin'i'm humpin' Check my watch god damn it's 6 in the mornin' Should I stay, ain't got no time to play Put my ?? by my t-shirt Then I break, to the door My partner's three deep in a six-four [Chorus: repeat 2X] G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep That's how we late night creep [Master P] Well it's the weekend and everybody chillin' at the giggety lake Hoes in daisy dukes so tight, it'll make your nuts break Polk-a-dot panties, gold thangs, dampies So many stars out here I feel like I'm at the Grammys n***as blowin', b**hes out hoein' Weaves so tight ain't nobody else knowin' Is it real, if it's not just chill Cause talkin' sh** to a hoe in Cali' can get your god damn cap peeled Ballers roll low, fools out tellin' jokes Hittin' like Tyson on the mother f**in' Spliff smoke Tangueray mixed with that orange juice and lemon squeeze Straight vodka and mother f**in 80 leaves I mean high, I'm higher than a giggety bird Show my a** for the hood make them gold thangs hit the curb 5-0 on my trizail, I had to post bizail 100 g's to get me out of jail, I'm with the quickness All because a big n***a bought a ki' of dope Watch a young n***a flip this Straight independant, ain't nobody lendin' Underground King Pin, title dependant Master P or should I say Al Capone No Limit Records in the house got it goin' on Ain't no love, I thought I told ya Us TRU n***as, straight soldiers King ready to fight a b**h like a Pit Bull And Big Ed got that 9 trigger ready to pull And Silkk will put your teeth in the dirt fool And C-Murder don't give a f** about a n***a dude And Cali-G is ready to do a f**in' OG call Cause when you f**in' with us one You f**in' with us all That's how we do it on the Westcoast Westcoast Badd Boyz some more No Limit dope [Chorus] [Master P] Now we creepin' from the Westcoast of California To Washington, Texas, Louisiana, Arizona, Utah, Flordia, Atlanta, Kansas, Nebraska, New York, Kentucky, Alabama, Detroit Arkansas, North Carolina, South Carolina [Silkk] Man let me check this sh** out Let me see what this all about 1-9-0-0-Master-P [Master P] Yo, what's up this is your n***a Master P Sorry I'm unavailiable to come to the phone right now I'm either out on the f**in' road doin' shows Kickin' it with b**hes Could be your b**h if you a real G Just take it to the law, you could be a playa hater We can hold court in the streets But if you my n***a little Rich Yeah n***a if you still got them mountings for 350 Hold me 7 of 'em n***a I'll be back tomorrow, and if its that b**h Sheryl Yeah I told them n***as you s**ed my dick hoe You know how that go, every dog got they day b**h you had 3 or 4 though No Limit Records, supplyin' the world with that dope gangsta a** sh** Y'all know as usual, comin' back with a bomb on y'all a** Dope a** EP P 99 Ways To Die Everybody got it You must have it cause you wouldn't be listenin' to this sh** Master P bout it be, audi five thousand 'Bout to smoke this ol' Spliff on y'all dog a** Watch this, when the weed stop Then leave a mother f**in' message (inhales) boom