1-900-Master P
Master P Song Lyrics

(Master P)G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deepThats how we late night creepSee in Cali' fools be gettin' their serve onAnd at the side shows cars got it going onWith that candy paint plus that ???So many woofers in the trunk sound like an army tankI'm from that Richmond 23rd street armySo fools can't harm me, gats cocked incase they run up on meSee I'm deep, TRU is how I creepI don't bang cause that went out in '93Still locin, blunted and smokin'Gator Rade and Thunderbird, a pocket full of TrojansFor them hoochies, that wanna smooch meEnd up in Motel 6 in some bootyBoots knockin', panties be droppin'Gat under the bed incase the playa hatas come and pop meGot that glock, 17 shots, it's all good I tell a hoochie don't stopAss 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 playPut my ???  by my t-shirtThen I break, to the doorMy partner's three deep in a six-fourChorus: repeat 2XG ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deepThat's how we late night creep(Master P)Well it's the weekend and everybody chillin' at the giggety lakeHoes in daisy dukes so tight, it'll make your nuts breakPolk-a-dot panties, gold thangs, dampiesSo many stars out here I feel like I'm at the GrammysNiggas blowin', bitches out hoein'Weaves so tight ain't nobody else knowin'Is it real, if it's not just chillCause talkin' shit to a hoe in Cali' can get your god damn cap peeledBallers roll low, fools out tellin' jokesHittin' like Tyson on the mother fuckin' Spliff smokeTangueray mixed with that orange juice and lemon squeezeStraight vodka and mother fuckin 80 leavesI mean high, I'm higher than a giggety birdShow my ass for the hood make them gold thangs hit the curb5-0 on my trizail, I had to post bizail100 g's to get me out of jail, I'm with the quicknessAll because a big nigga bought a ki' of dopeWatch a young nigga flip thisStraight independant, ain't nobody lendin'Underground King Pin, title dependantMaster P or should I say Al CaponeNo Limit Records in the house got it goin' onAin't no love, I thought I told yaUs TRU niggas, straight soldiersKing ready to fight a bitch like a Pit BullAnd Big Ed got that 9 trigger ready to pullAnd Silkk will put your teeth in the dirt foolAnd C-Murder don't give a fuck about a nigga dudeAnd Cali-G is ready to do a fuckin' OG callCause when you fuckin' with us oneYou fuckin' with us allThat's how we do it on the WestcoastWestcoast Badd Boyz some more No Limit dopeChorus(Master P)Now we creepin' from the Westcoast of CaliforniaTo Washington, Texas, Louisiana, Arizona, Utah, Flordia, Atlanta, Kansas, Nebraska, New York, Kentucky, Alabama, DetroitArkansas, North Carolina, South Carolina(Silkk)Man let me check this shit outLet me see what this all about 1-9-0-0-Master-P(Master P)Yo, what's up this is your nigga Master PSorry I'm unavailiable to come to the phone right nowI'm either out on the fuckin' road doin' showsKickin' it with bitchesCould be your bitch if you a real GJust take it to the law, you could be a playa haterWe can hold court in the streetsBut if you my nigga little RichYeah nigga if you still got them mountings for 350Hold me 7 of 'em niggaI'll be back tomorrow, and if its that bitch SherylYeah I told them niggas you sucked my dick hoeYou know how that go, every dog got they dayBitch you had 3 or 4 thoughNo Limit Records, supplyin' the world with that dope gangsta ass shitY'all know as usual, comin' back with a bomb on y'all assDope ass EP P 99 Ways To DieEverybody got itYou must have it cause you wouldn't be listenin' to this shitMaster P bout it be, audi five thousand'Bout to smoke this ol' Spliff on y'all dog assWatch this, when the weed stopThen leave a mother fuckin' message(inhales)boom