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master p - saxophone lyrics

[- theme song to “sanford & son” -]
ha, oh sh-t, you always goin’ to get cha’ d-ck sucked
ah suck that thang, ha ha
man that’s a f-ckin’ rerun, turn the tv off man (ah sh-t)
turn the radio on man, turn the radio on

[- radio stations being changed -]
it ain’t’nt nothin’ on the radio man
put that f-ckin’ master p tape in (repeated to fade)

yo, there go master p

[master p talking]
ahh, yeah ya know what i’m sayin’
this is for them punk, punk p-ssy motherf-ckers
that didn’t think i could do this, know what i’m sayin
(sucker -ss n-gg-s) yeah, weak f-ckers (ahhhh haaaa!)
(yo, yo p man what chu’ mean) yo man i mean this, know what i’m sayin’
(drop it!)

[master p]
from the master to the crowd that surrounds me
once the king speaks you suckers better bow behind me
yeah, royalties and jewels, i stole ya check
punk motherf-ckers wanna get flicked like a bic (suckers!)
i’m just fiendin’ to kick some -ss
so why cross the line when you know you couldn’t p-ss
don’t act ignorant cause ya know that i warned ya
straight from new orleans but i’m chillin’ in richmond, california
so you suckers better listen when i speak
a brother that’s hard but very unique
cause the p is one of a kind
kick some -ss, grab the mic, then i go for mine
so cue the lights, turn up the beat, ya know it’s on
all jealous, punk, suckers better run
if ya play like a motherf-ckin’ saxophone

get busy y’all, get busy y’all
yeah i got my home boy big o
from the real untouchables in the motherf-ckin’ house
and he gon’ kick some sh-t on the motherf-ckin’ saxophone
(you motherf-ckin’ right)

[big o]
it’s my turn to drop some sh-t with my n-gg- master p
and i know all you b-tch-type n-gg-s say “it couldn’t be”
that crazy motherf-cker from the real untouchables
yeah it’s me so sit the f-ck back while i flow
and let cha’ motherf-ckers know ya can’t f-ck with p
whoever f-cks with him gots to f-ck with me
and that will be ya worst nightmare
ya punk -ss me and p will share
like a hot apple pie
every time we lyricate n-gg-s start to die
cause they don’t know how we do it
ya wanna battle, forgot ya weak -ss rhymes, ya blew it
so don’t get solemn after the sax blows
a lot of ya scream the time that i rip ya throat
comin’ like one of them crazy n-gg-s down center street
i left the game now i’m chillin’ with master p
the o can carry more than one so ya know it’s on
and ya just got attacked by the maniac and played like a saxophone
sucker -ss b-tch-type -ss n-gg-s

[master p]
p once again, bustin’ some hype sh-t
to let cha’ motherf-ckers know i ain’t bullsh-tin’
and if ya ever think i am just run up
hit ya one time, knock ya to ya knees then huh
and watch that nose bleed d-mn! ya know what i’m sayin’
and wouldn’t give a f-ck about doin’ time
cause to me a few days in county like a parade or second line
chew a crew up, b-tch ever tryin’ to press his luck
i do a walk-by and leave him dry like a pool puck
and like a mad muscian i will react
compose ya -ss through sounds of a sax
and once that awkward strut starts strollin’
out on the streets i’m known as young buck and day totin’
my man grand master scratch adds the finishin’ touch
from the sax to the table so just chill as my dj cuts

[- dj scratching -]

yo, sonya c just walked in the house (whooooo!)
and she gon’ kick some sh-t on the motherf-ckin’ saxophone
yeah, go, go, go, go, go

[sonya c]
sonya c in the place and ya know that it’s on
to kick some sh-t with p on the motherf-ckin’ saxophone (uh oh)
ya probably tricked me cause ya just didn’t know
that a girl could come soft and hard and still flow
it ain’t what cha’ say, it’s how ya say it
and if ya don’t like the motherf-ckin’ record then don’t play it

[- music stops -]

yo, yo what cha’ doin’ that was hot
i wanted to see what’s up

[- starts -]

so you was smartin’ and jackin’ to the groove
play that sax and sonya c makes the crowd move
the record pump, suckers jump, imitators get stumped
(ya motherf-ckers want some)
now ya suckers better duck and dodge
the heat is on but it’s only p and i (watch out)
ya can’t f-ck with me, i leave ya screamin’
ya want s-x, ya must be wet dreamin’
sonya c can duck b-tches like a symphony
now ya understand why you can’t f-ck with me
harmony spreads so ya better move on
and if ya duck ya get played like a got d-mn saxophone

[master p]
i wanna take this time just to let you know
two guys and a girl but we all from the ghetto
tryin’ to survive the turfs and the game
and special lyrics to make sure you understand
the life that i live ain’t always fun
a lot of dark and sometimes there’s no sun
since this is the last verse of this dope song
master p is about to flow like a motherf-ckin’ saxophone
shockin’ and rockin’ and breakin’ and takin’ the crowd
i can come hardcore as the sax player smile
should be the first if ya get stuck
broke like a barn then plucked like a duck
ya mess with p, ya gamble ya life ya dead
ya soul and all ya pieces ya see em’ goin’ like a saxophone
yeah, ya know what i’m sayin’
it ain’t where ya from, it’s how ya come, know what i’m sayin’ suckers!

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