Watch Your Ass
(专辑: Mama's Bad Boy - 1992)
[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 saying Before we finish this album up And let's get fucked up, ya know what I'm saying Pass it man, pass the
dank sssssss Damn, this motherfucking 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 happening (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, trying to get this rap shit off the
ground Know what I'm saying (Ah man you know ya boy been coming 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 ripping 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 sitting 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 laying 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 spitting 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 nothing but dope fiends They want them double ups, twenties and tens and chromes Before I
finish let me tell ya where I'm coming 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' tripping 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 nothing 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 having babies for the
welfare Homicide, murderers killing people everywhere, watch your ass [Master P] There was a
day my nigga Mokey did a
homicide They be smoking 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 selling cocaine It's kind of strange, got me scared but I'm never slipping My next door neighbor od'd the
bitch is always tripping 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]