1-900 Master P Lyrics - Master P

[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 

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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 

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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