Saxophone

(앨범: Get Away Clean - 1991)

[Theme Song to "Sanford & Son"]
Ha, oh shit, you always going to get cha' dick sucked
Ah suck that thang, ha ha
Man that's a fucking rerun, turn the tv off man (Ah shit)
Turn the radio on man, turn the radio on

[Radio stations being changed]
It ain't'nt nothing on the radio man
Put that fucking Master P tape in [repeated to fade]

Yo, there go Master P

[Master P talking]
Ahh, yeah ya know what I'm saying
This is for them punk, punk pussy motherfuckers
That didn't think I could do this, know what I'm sayin
(Sucker ass niggas) Yeah, weak fuckers (AHHHH HAAAA!)
(Yo, yo P man what chu' mean) Yo man I mean this, know what I'm saying
(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 motherfuckers wanna get flicked like a Bic (Suckers!)
I'm just fiending to kick some ass
So why cross the line when you know you couldn't pass
Don't act ignorant cause ya know that I warned ya
Straight from New Orleans but I'm chilling 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 ass, 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 motherfucking saxophone

Get busy y'all, get busy y'all
Yeah I got my home boy Big O
From The Real Untouchables in the motherfucking house
And he gon' kick some shit on the motherfucking saxophone
(You motherfucking right)

[Big O]
It's my turn to drop some shit with my nigga Master P
And I know all you bitch-type niggas say "It couldn't be"
That crazy motherfucker from The Real Untouchables
Yeah it's me so sit the fuck back while I flow
And let cha' motherfuckers know ya can't fuck with P
Whoever fucks with him gots to fuck with me
And that will be ya worst nightmare
Ya punk ass me and P will share
Like a hot apple pie
Every time we lyricate niggas start to die
Cause they don't know how we do it
Ya wanna battle, forgot ya weak ass 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
Coming like one of them crazy niggas down Center Street
I left the game now I'm chilling 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 ass bitch-type ass niggas

[Master P]
P once again, busting some hype shit
To let cha' motherfuckers know I ain't bullshiting
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 DAMN! ya know what I'm saying
And wouldn't give a fuck about doing time
Cause to me a few days in county like a parade or second line
Chew a crew up, bitch ever trying 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 ass through sounds of a sax
And once that awkward strut starts strolling
Out on the streets I'm known as young buck and day toting
My man Grand Master Scratch adds the finishing 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 shit on the motherfucking saxophone
Yeah, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO

[Sonya C]
Sonya C in the place and ya know that it's on
To kick some shit with P on the motherfucking 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 motherfucking record then don't play it

[Music stops]
Yo, yo what cha' doing that was hot
I wanted to see what's up

[Starts]
So you was smarting and jacking to the groove
Play that sax and Sonya C makes the crowd move
The record pump, suckers jump, imitators get stumped
(Ya motherfuckers 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 fuck with me, I leave ya screaming
Ya want sex, ya must be wet dreaming
Sonya C can duck bitches like a symphony
Now ya understand why you can't fuck with me
Harmony spreads so ya better move on
And if ya duck ya get played like a got damn saxophone

[Master P]
I wanna take this time just to let you know
Two guys and a girl but we all from the ghetto
Trying 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 motherfucking saxophone
Shocking and rocking and breaking and taking 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' going like a saxophone
Yeah, ya know what I'm saying
It ain't where ya from, it's how ya come, know what I'm saying Suckers!