1-900-Master P

(album: 99 Ways To Die - 1995)

[Master P]
G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep
Thats how we late night creep
See in Cali' fools be getting 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 smoking
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 knocking, panties be dropping
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 banging, nuts still hanging, moble phone ringing
Ain't stopping 'till the fat lady starts singing and hollering
And moanin'i'm humping
Check my watch god damn it's 6 in the morning
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 chilling 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 blowing, bitches out hoeing
Weaves so tight ain't nobody else knowing
Is it real, if it's not just chill
Cause talking shit to a hoe in Cali' can get your god damn cap peeled
Ballers roll low, fools out telling jokes
Hitting like Tyson on the mother fucking 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 lending
Underground King Pin, title dependant
Master P or should I say Al Capone
No Limit Records in the house got it going 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 fucking OG call
Cause when you fucking with us one
You fucking 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 creeping 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 fucking road doing shows
Kicking 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, supplying the world with that dope gangsta ass shit
Y'all know as usual, coming 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 listening 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 fucking message (inhales) boom