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Viewing Lyrics for Saxophone:
| | | Artist: | Master P |
| | Album: | Getaway Clean | | Track: | Saxophone | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 44 | | | | Lyrics: | [* Theme Song to "Sanford & Son" *]
Ha, oh shit, you always goin' to get cha' dick
sucked
Ah suck that thang, ha ha
Man that's a fuckin' 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 nothin' on the radio man
Put that fuckin' Master P tape in (repeated to
fade)
Yo, there go Master P
[Master P talking]
Ahh, yeah ya know what I'm
sayin'
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 sayin'
(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 fiendin' 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 chillin' 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 motherfuckin'
saxophone
Get busy y'all, get busy y'all
Yeah I got my home boy Big O
From The
Real Untouchables in the motherfuckin' house
And he gon' kick some shit on the motherfuckin'
saxophone
(You motherfuckin' 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
Comin' like one of them crazy
niggas down Center Street
I left the game now I'm chillin' 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, bustin'
some hype shit
To let cha' motherfuckers know I ain't bullshitin'
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 sayin'
And wouldn't give a fuck about doin' time
Cause to me a few
days in county like a parade or second line
Chew a crew up, bitch ever tryin' 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
strollin'
Out on the streets I'm known as young buck and day totin'
My man Grand Master
Scratch adds the finishin' 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 motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' record then don't play it
[* Music
stops *]
Yo, yo what cha' doin' that was hot
I wanted to see what's up
[*
Starts *]
So you was smartin' and jackin' 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 screamin'
Ya want sex, ya must be
wet dreamin'
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
Tryin' 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 motherfuckin' saxophone
Shockin' and rockin' and breakin' and takin' 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' goin' like a saxophone
Yeah, ya know what I'm
sayin'
It ain't where ya from, it's how ya come, know what I'm sayin' Suckers | | | |
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