"1-900 Master P" by 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 

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 

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