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Viewing Lyrics for 1-900 Master P:

Artist:Master P
Taken from the album 99 Ways To Die by Master P
Album:99 Ways To Die
Track:1-900 Master P
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Views:6
 
Lyrics:f/ Silkk
Thanks to jimmy99ways2die@hotmail.com for these lyrics.

[Master P]
G
ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep
Thats how we late night creep
See in Cali' fools be
gettin' their serve on
And at the side shows cars got it going on
With that candy paint
plus that ???
So many woofers in the trunk sound like an army tank
I'm from that Richmond
23rd street army
So fools can't harm me, gats cocked incase they run up on me
See I'm
deep, TRU is how I creep
I don't bang cause that went out in '93
Still locin, blunted and
smokin'
Gator Rade and Thunderbird, a pocket full of Trojans
For them hoochies, that wanna
smooch me
End up in Motel 6 in some booty
Boots knockin', panties be droppin'
Gat
under the bed incase the playa hatas come and pop me
Got that glock, 17 shots, it's all good I
tell a hoochie don't stop
Ass bangin', nuts still hangin', moble phone ringin'
Ain't
stoppin' 'till the fat lady starts singin' and hollerin'
And moanin'i'm humpin'
Check my
watch god damn it's 6 in the mornin'
Should I stay, ain't got no time to play
Put my ???
by my t-shirt
Then I break, to the door
My partner's three deep in a six-four


Chorus: repeat 2X

G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep
That's how we late night
creep

[Master P]
Well it's the weekend and everybody chillin' at the giggety
lake
Hoes in daisy dukes so tight, it'll make your nuts break
Polk-a-dot panties, gold
thangs, dampies
So many stars out here I feel like I'm at the Grammys
Niggas blowin',
bitches out hoein'
Weaves so tight ain't nobody else knowin'
Is it real, if it's not just
chill
Cause talkin' shit to a hoe in Cali' can get your god damn cap peeled
Ballers roll
low, fools out tellin' jokes
Hittin' like Tyson on the mother fuckin' Spliff smoke

Tangueray mixed with that orange juice and lemon squeeze
Straight vodka and mother fuckin 80
leaves
I mean high, I'm higher than a giggety bird
Show my ass for the hood make them gold
thangs hit the curb
5-0 on my trizail, I had to post bizail
100 g's to get me out of jail,
I'm with the quickness
All because a big nigga bought a ki' of dope
Watch a young nigga
flip this
Straight independant, ain't nobody lendin'
Underground King Pin, title
dependant
Master P or should I say Al Capone
No Limit Records in the house got it goin'
on
Ain't no love, I thought I told ya
Us TRU niggas, straight soldiers
King ready to
fight a bitch like a Pit Bull
And Big Ed got that 9 trigger ready to pull
And Silkk will
put your teeth in the dirt fool
And C-Murder don't give a fuck about a nigga dude
And
Cali-G is ready to do a fuckin' OG call
Cause when you fuckin' with us one
You fuckin'
with us all
That's how we do it on the Westcoast
Westcoast Badd Boyz some more No Limit
dope

Chorus

[Master P]
Now we creepin' from the Westcoast of
California
To Washington, Texas, Louisiana, Arizona, Utah, Flordia, Atlanta, Kansas,

Nebraska, New York, Kentucky, Alabama, Detroit
Arkansas, North Carolina, South Carolina


[Silkk]
Man let me check this shit out
Let me see what this all about
1-9-0-0-Master-P

[Master P]
Yo, what's up this is your nigga Master P
Sorry I'm
unavailiable to come to the phone right now
I'm either out on the fuckin' road doin' shows

Kickin' it with bitches
Could be your bitch if you a real G
Just take it to the law, you
could be a playa hater
We can hold court in the streets
But if you my nigga little
Rich
Yeah nigga if you still got them mountings for 350
Hold me 7 of 'em nigga
I'll
be back tomorrow, and if its that bitch Sheryl
Yeah I told them niggas you sucked my dick
hoe
You know how that go, every dog got they day
Bitch you had 3 or 4 though
No Limit
Records, supplyin' the world with that dope gangsta ass shit
Y'all know as usual, comin' back
with a bomb on y'all ass
Dope ass EP P 99 Ways To Die
Everybody got it
You must have
it cause you wouldn't be listenin' to this shit
Master P bout it be, audi five thousand

'Bout to smoke this ol' Spliff on y'all dog ass
Watch this, when the weed stop
Then leave
a mother fuckin' message(inhales)boom
 
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