Master P - 211 lyrics

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 pub 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 swish 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 backed 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 chronicked out or should i say f**ed up ?? one g and its 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 zag Hold on partner i'm gone 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 arab 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 hoe His b**h looked it 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