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Lyrics for Watch Your Ass by Master P:
| | | Artist: | Master P |
| | Album: | Mama's Bad Boy | | Track: | Watch Your Ass | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 208 | | | | Lyrics: | [Master P talking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya
know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up
And let's get fucked up, ya know what
I'm sayin'
Pass it man, pass the dank sssssss
Damn, this motherfuckin' green, this shit
stank man
Yo, who that is right there man (That's that rich kid)
That's Rich Kid, what's
up dog (What up P man, ya know)
What's happenin' (What's up, pass the dank man let cha' boy hit
a lil')
Sssss, (So what's up P, what chu' been up to man)
Ya know the same ol' shit,
tryin' to get this rap shit off the ground
Know what I'm sayin' (Ah man you know ya boy been
comin' up)
(Man why don't chu' let ya boy kick a lil' something)
Go ahead Rich, go ahead a
kick a lil' freestyle (Yeah)
[Rich Kid]
38th is the spot where I'm rippin' the
top
In my 68 Stang I got the bitches off
With the clean purple back and the real gold
plates
And a case I'm sittin' on triple gold Daytons
With a peanut butter top, my shit
straight dropped
I'm north bound, on my way to the day spot
Richmond, California is the
city I'm from
And everybody in my hood of course they pack guns
If a sucker talk shit I
fill his ass with lead
With a chopper in my hand, watch the bloodshed
Have ya layin' in a
coffin with the quickness
If you think a folk then handle ya business
But just remember
that you can be handled
With a shot from my gauge ya whole body dismantled
To be fit to
survive man ya gotta be real
Have the mind of a gangsta, no hesitation to kill
If ya
hesistate yo you might get smoked
Ya got one in the chamber just let the punk choke
Off
this red hot piece of lead
Start spittin' off from the mouth now ya know he's dead
Said my
rules to survive so make sure ya get with it
Cause life of a gangsta is survival of the
fittest
[Master P talking]
Yeah Rich man that's cool but pass the dank
man
(Yeah man, here ya go man, ya know) Yeah, yeah, yeah
Swwwww [* Coughs *] Whoa, pass it
(Oh shit)
Hold a kid, cut the music off
[* Music stops *]
[* Different beat
starts *]
[Master P]
Life in the ghetto is serious, mysterious it may seem
Peep
out the window I see nothin' but dope fiends
They want them double ups, twenties and tens and
chromes
Before I finish let me tell ya where I'm comin' from
A smoked out, loced out
hood
Way back in the ghetto back in the days
I used to slang and game to get hoes
50
would sneak up, creep up dressed up as decoys
I keep em' trippin' cause I never serve them dope
boys
I see so many crack babies and laid bitches
Out by the bus stop hounded for a nigga's
riches
I just fuck em' then duck em' and then break away
Because a broke ho is out to fade
you anyway
She never had nothin' and probably never will
Watch ya back for dope fiends
they known to kill
But that's the life in the ghetto so think fast
Ya better look behind
ya back and watch ya ass
[Hook x2]
See dope fiends, they get me for crack
5-0
they want to beat me with a baseball bat, watch your ass
All these crazy hoes havin' babies for
the welfare
Homicide, murderers killin' people everywhere, watch your ass
[Master
P]
There was a day my nigga Mokey did a homicide
They be smokin' crack but they will never
realize
My neighborhood is like a jungle cause it's kill or be killed
Pull out the chopper
motherfucker watch the blood spill
Now I'm a villain, deep in the dope game
Can't find a
job so a brother sellin' cocaine
It's kind of strange, got me scared but I'm never
slippin'
My next door neighbor od'd the bitch is always trippin'
In the park, the park
they shot the lil' kid
Them motherfuckers low down, damn how could ya do it nig
So the
life in the ghetto is kind of vile
But move ya bitch down cause bitches they go a hundred
miles
[Hook x2]
Watch your ass (x5)
[* Master P talking with hook
in background *]
[Hook x2 | | | |
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