master p - playaz from the south lyrics
[u.g.k]
ya, hahaha…well i been direct, break yo
kneck to get a peep of a tru 11 godd-mn fool. i came to sweep
you off your godd-mn feet, now p-ss that sweet & get back, lookin’
for action, retaliation, that’s where that sh-t at. click clack
goes that pistol, bullets couldn’t win, make a f-cked up -ss
whistle, you know it’s yo dismisal. now this will nip it in
tha bud, for my brothaz in tha pen, i gots ta bust 2 nuts, n-gg-
whut? i put it down, keep puttin it down, so i advice hoes to
not f-ck around, it’s that underground. b-tch you couldn’t cut
tha sound, would blow up, hold up, wrong move, but it’s time
to call tha first family to handle these n-gg-z. cuz we all
tha work, you b-tch n-gg-z made your eyez burn, i’m fo sure that
these g’z goin’ fo’, fo’ fo, & blow fo’ blow. it’s silkk,
master p, & u.g.k front door, front row, slow it down hoe, you know?
[chorus:]
playaz from tha south stack gee’z, flippin’ tight
on that white with that candy on them gold d’z [x4]
[master p]
foolz hate tha p cuz i’m bout it {bout it}
got them black soldierz owned & i’m rowdy. ready to bust on tha
n-gg- that talkin’ sh-t, i’m bad like j’sun, but compare me with
them other n-gg-z, cuz i aaint shrive placin’. y’all n-gg-z
gone off that fried black. i had f-cked mo’ n-gg-z in tha game
then a quarter bag. i got them thinkin, killin them keyz, i’m
f-ckin them devil done deeds, i’m trippin them keyz, tryna’ make
this dope into quarter keyz. ask me where i’m from, new orleans
{new orleans} where them n-gg-z in tha projects be ballin’
slangin’ that iceberg & plirens, runnin’ from tha sirens{sirens}
don’t know how to completely work, tha f-ck how to triple beam.
eliminate n-gg-z like kelgon{kelgon} if there was a m-th-f-ckin’
band i’d be a baraton{baraton}. c tha p is from that m-th-f-ckin’
calliope{calliope} where them n-gg-z who bootin’ up & have gold teeth
don’t give a f-ck bout a hoe{hoe}, & n-gg-z cuttin’ on that wata
wata{wata wata}. we bout it bout it, don’t give a f-ck bout seeing
no m-th-f-ckin’ tomorrow, & won’t stop, send me to tha pen, i won’t
stop till them m-th-f-ckin’ saints go marchin’ in.
[chorus]
[silkk]
1-2-3, you know silkk a g (a g) all about
that m-th-f-ckin’ mayo (mayo). gold on my ride, front back
side 2 side, you know a n-gg- all about tha sells. i’m in front
of tha n-gg- that front, n-gg- ask yo b-tch -ss to come. i’m
from that 3rd ward (uptown) in other words i run this sh-t iight,
chill. for them n-gg-z that boast, i’ll be like blast ’em (blast em)
watch tha ground, before it gets full of smoke, & watch how it goes
like faster. sh-t aint gonna f-ckin’ change n-gg-, i think not,
cuz i be on tha same block, same house, same spot, same glock, but
more rock. f-ck whut ya heard, recognize whut i be sayin’, but y’all
i aint never gonna die, so when u.g.k, master p, & i be down south
hustlin’, i wasn’t surprised. cuz i be tha man ta stand, i’m
bound ta make a mil. whoomp there it is, y’all haven’t heard, but
y’all b-tches will. believe me, i got 2 for 3, 4 for 5, hollah
at ya boy if ya need, & b-tch i’m out (fading)
[chorus]
[pimp c]
now do you blame me? a sweet for every
b-tch that i f-ck, you have to bring 4 18 wheelers, fill em from
back to front. i’m pimp c b-tch, ain’t no mistakin’, n-gg-z
tryin’ to get tha cheeze, but b-tch i be gettin’ bacon. would
it candy just an every day thang rubb’n b-tt, because you like
tha way that my 5 wheel & my wheel look. cuz i be comin’ down,
cuz my heart be tru, i’m f-ckin’ ya boo, gettin’ a screw, n-gg-
whut up wit choo? i lived & wept fo ya n-gg- he had it comin’.
i represent my sh-t, cuz n-gg- i can’t be no harder, & just
because we do popo, b-tches be thankin’ we don’t have a f-ckin’
pocket full of stones. a drug deala with killaz, sip syrup
with murderaz, put food in my mouth incase you b-tches ain’t
heard of us. n-gg-, i live for tha bush, i live for tha crush,
i’m down with rich & royal m-th-f-ckin’ flush, whut?? ya,
tha m-th-f-ckin’ organize noise boy, w-ssup?
[chorus]
[pimp c in background talkin]
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