Various Artists - Bad Boyz On a Mission lyrics

[Master P talking] Ta dow, ya heard me, ugh We motherf**in' West Coast bound motherf**er It's on and bangin' down here, this the real deal Get down, y'all better believe that We tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents Toast to the best coast n***a All bout that motherf**in' green [Hook x2: Master P] West Coast mobbin' ta dow From the Bay to L.A. bad boys on a mission ta dow [Master P] It's goin' down like Celly Cel, coppers on my coattails Got b**hes lined up from California to Oakdale My game be like spiffin' but n***as they be like quick wit But if you wasn't a hater n***a you'd pick up on this ghetto sh** Cause I be like gangsta about life n***as that stay on the Southside I got n***as that roll true on south hide Bout it in my motherf**in' mind Cause the game be wicked, spring n***as that want them chickens But I got a four for five Me and my lil' brother kickin' it on the corner with G's n***as Y'all mad, haters get had Put n***as in a body bag, y'all n***as didn't think fast k**er, murder from the Down South to that West Coast And believe it they got the best coast Think I'm goin' too fast, n***a adjust to me rappin' slow Oh it's cool, n***as know dues I paid my motherf**in' dues, I'm five hundred thousand strong fool I be sendin' to the Southside to the Westside to the Eastside To the motherf**in' best side Don't give a f** I'm all about k**er hoochie ride They, n***as that murder They slang ain't no bang Out the palm tree, me and my n***a on the corner slangin' them things I'm that scrilla cat, I'm on a paper chase, I'm bout that money makin' Y'all better recognize No Limit motherf**er We runnin' this sh** from the Westside to the Hill Motherf**er we about that motherf**in' scrilla, scratch, paper n***a on that chase, tryin' to get that money Motherf**er run up and ya get maced Independent, black-owner TRU across my stomach Made this sh** slangin' ice cream Motherf**ers that I made this off of drug money [Hook x2] [Silkk the Shocker] Give me two guns Willie, quick to slap ya silly While I'm smokin' my Philly, four k**ers behind the building Ready to peel ya Cap like a Coke ain't no joke when I'm never ridin' solo Four-four out the door, front back side-to-side in a six-four I bang like I slang, I slang like I bang Four k**ers ridin' Cut, ridin' up on ya thangs n***a, I'm not from Louisville but I be sluggin' n***a I ain't Pac but I be thuggin' I got something for all you busters who be muggin' I creeps when I crawl, I crawls when I creep It's gettin' kind of deep, Silkk keep the heat up on my seat Cause most n***as lay dead in a graveyard I steal more than baseball West Coast hustler, Richmond, California drug lord [Hook x2] [Big Ed] Bang to the boogie, boogie to the got damn bang TRU be my click, West Coast bad boys be a G thang Big Ed be puttin' it down, I be hangin' em' I got more rebels down with me than Jerry Tarkanian From Comp to Quinton picture this born to be ballin' a** n***a I mob deep but I'm straight up West Coast representin' I stay floss mode like dental Watch me roll through, top down in ya residential I swoop a honey, motel hotel Scratches on my back cause I got more dick than Vitale My No Limit affiliated be givin' me dap Cause we got these hoes on our nuts like jock straps Perhaps you've heard of this Richmond playa Ho layer, infrared sprayer, in this game major Hate to see that click and they be fearin' it But hoes see me and I bring joy like a week late period So n***a what's happenin' Step to this crew and we bust cause it ain't about rappin' It's Big Ed from the TRU and don't forget that West Coast bad boys, on a miz-ack [Hook x2] [Master P talking] Ta dow, ta dow, ta dow, ta dow Ha ha, motherf**in' West Coast bad boys, Westside TRU, puttin' it down on this side This dedicated to everybody from RBL Richmond, California to the motherf**in' Hills To L.A. to San Diego to Frisco Fresno, Watts to Oakland, Inglewood Oakdale, Sacramento, Palm Beach What's up Cube n***a, W.C. Mack 10 E-40, C Bo, motherf**in' Spice 1 4-Tay, Too Short, Dr. Dre Whole TRU click, JT the Bigga Figga Master P, Lil' Rick, 2Pac All my n***as Down South hustlin' And all the motherf**in' real n***as on the West Coast The best coast, toast to the best coast Cause it's on for the nine scrilla then some Believe that, that n***a Eazy-E rest in peace To all y'all other playas on the Westside Ta dow, ta dow, ta dow, ta dow Westside Ta dow, ta dow f** y'all haters Ta dow, ta dow on every side Ta dow, part two Ta dow, ta dow ugh Westide Belive that, ta dow