Master P - k**a 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 ho 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 ho 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 ho 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 ho 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)