C-Murder, Master P, UGK and C-Murder - Akickdoe!
Yo, C-Murder (boy, what's happenin'?)Nigga, you woke?
Keep your eyes on the road, nigga
Pass the weed (okay)
We gon' head up Interstate 10
We go and pick up Pimp C and Bun B (that's my niggas there)
We gon' get rowdy rowdy and 'bout it 'bout it
We gon' handle our business ('bout that)
We gon' smoke
We gon' make it back to the N.O.
'Cause you know what?
Us South niggas don't playa hate
We got love from the South, the East
To the West, to the Nizorth
Ha, but it's your time now, baby
We gon' handle our business
And we gonna do this shit like Gs
We gonna represent to the dizz-end, you heard me? (Uggh)
This game fucked up, I ain't got no friends
And I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top Benz
Ugh, and I'm a trill nigga
Down to put the forty-five to his Hilfiger
Lay it down, motherfucker because I'm bustin' for mine
Take that iron every time and I ain't try to dine
Niggas dyin' in Port Arthur (huh, nigga, what?)
Still think that I'm playin? (Huh, nigga, what?)
Bust seventeen times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'
UGK and C-Murder, Cadillac and a tank (Master P)
Bout to fade the platinum, smoke some dank and some drank
Your bitch love me when I come to your city
Serve my dick out her pussy and bust my nuts on her titties, uh
It's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house
With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth
Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)
And make a pimp bitch
And never put no trust in no trick ass bitch
I'm 'bout to pull a kick do' (uggh)
Lay down on the flo' (flo')
Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)
I'm fit to pull a kick do'
Lay down on the flo' (flo')
Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)
I'm fit to pull a kick do'
Lay down on the flo' (flo')
Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)
I'm fit to pull a kick do'
Lay down on the flo' (flo')
Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (uggh)
They tried to run up in the manger (run up)
The home of Bun B
Until we leave P-Lo in danger (danger)
Just like the ATF, Feds, HPD, and Texas Rangers
Fuckin' with me and my middle fingers
But to this shit, nigga, we ain't strangers
Pull high calibers and magnums
Gotta gage these pistols
Hand grenades, and land mines
Choppers pipe bombs and missiles
Some of them bitches whistle
Some of them bitches silent
But all them bitches handle the business
All of them violent
'Bout it, 'bout it and dangerous
Soldiers done joined the gang with us
You can bang with us, hang with us
Spit that No Limit slang with us
I came to bust every ass in my way til it's over
So get the chip off your shoulder
Fix your lip, I done told ya
We'll hold you hostage in your own apartment complex
Nigga, I can see that you got plex
Sit down and take a time trip
This ain't nothin' to sneeze at
The fear in your eyes, I see
Yeah, bitch where's the keys & Gs at?
I'm 'bout to pull a kick do' (uggh)
Lay down on the flo' (flo')
Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)
I'm fit to pull a kick do'
Lay down on the flo' (flo')
Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)
Lay it down,, motherfucker, everybody gotta go
"Give me the loot" is what I tell 'em
When I kick in the do'
Nigga, I'm mad at the world for my lack of havin' paper
Fuck the law and the cops 'cause I'm down for a caper
Some say we dangerous, especially when we broke
I'm more daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope
I just live for confetti
You see I'm deadly like Freddy
I run through your house and leave it messy like Betsy
I got to much stress in my head, I wanna take my own life
My last chance is a 211, but it got me thinkin' twice
It's a drought right now, so these drugs ain't happenin'
And if it wasn't for No Limit, it wouldn't be no money in rapping
Let's see, my boy had a bumper full of keys and Gs
The word on the street, his homie told his baby mama to freeze
See, you can't trust nobody in this dope game
Keep your eyes on your enemies, stack some chips and get out, man
Give me a ski-mask, a 9, a down ass nigga
And watch me pull a flee-flicker and make my cheese get bigger
If I get caught, I'm facin' twenty-five, but that don't mean shit
'Cause if I go to jail, it's gotta be better than living like this
Nigga, two shots in the air, 'cause I ain't bout bein' broke
And if anybody make a move, nigga, everybody gotta go
When just some 'bout it niggas from New Orleans
And Texas hooked up
C-Murder, Master P, and UGK, now nigga what?
I'm 'bout to pull a kick do' (uggh)
Lay down on the flo' (flo')
Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)
I'm fit to pull a kick do'
Lay down on the flo' (flo')
Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)
I'm 'bout to pull a kick do' (uggh)
Lay down on the flo' (flo')
Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)
I'm fit to pull a kick do'
Lay down on the flo' (flo')
Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go
Written by:
C. Oawson, P. Miller, C. Miller, Raymond Poole, Craig Bazile, Chad Butler, Bernard Freeman
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