Akickdoe Lyrics

Akickdoe lyrics

[Featuring Master P UGK]
[Master P]
Yo C Murder
Nigga you woke?
Keep
your eyes on the road nigga
Pass the weed (ok)
We gon' head up interstate
10
We gon' 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
We gon'
smoke
We gon' make it back to the N.O.
Cuz u know whut?
Us South
niggaz don't playa hate
We got love from the South East, West, to the
Nizorth
But it's your time baby
We gon' handle our business
And we
gonna do this shit like g'z
We gonna represent the gizame
Ya heard
me?
[Pimp C]
This game fucked up
I ain't got no friends
I done
spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top bienz
Ugh, and I'm a trill
nigga
Down to put my .45 to his Hillfiger
Lay it down muthafucka because
I'm bustin' for mine
Take that nine everytime and I ain't tryin'
dyin'
Niggaz dyin' Port Arthur (huh nigga what?)
You Think that I'm
playin? (huh nigga what?)
Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm
sayin'
UGK and C-Murder
Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)
Bout to fade to
platinum
Smoke some dank and some drank
But bitch luv me when I come to
your city
Serve my dick out her pussy
and bust my nuts on her
titties
Ugh, 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 trust in a trick ass
bitch (trick ass bitch)
[chorus x4]
I'm bout ta pull akickdoe!
(ugggggggghhhhhh!)
Lay down on the flo' (flo')
Want the cheese and the
money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)
[Bun B]
They try to run up in the
manger (run up)
Now hold oon Bun B
I see me P and C in danger
(danger)
Just like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers
Fuckin' with me and my
middle finga.
But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers
But I Gotta bust
my magnums
Gotta gage these pistols
Hand grenades, and land
mines
chopper smoke bombs and missiles
Some of them bitches
whistle
Some of them bitches silent
But all them bitches handle
business
All of them violent
Bout it bout it and dangerous
soldiers
that wanna gang with us
Bang with us, hang with us
get that No Limit
slang with us
I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over
so get
the chip off your shoulder
feature this
I done told yah
Hold you
hostage in your own apartment complex
Nigga I can see that you got
plicked
Sit down and take a time trip
this ain't nothin' ta sneeze
at
the fear in your eyes I see
bitch where's the key's & g'z
at?
[chorus x2]
[C-Murder]
Lay it down muthafucka
Everybody gotta
go
Give me the loot is what I tell 'em
When I kick in the doe'
Nigga
I'm mad at the world
for my lack of havin' papers
Fuck the law and the
cops
Cuz I'm down for a caper
[Master P]
Some say we
dangerous
Especially when we broke
I'm mo daily than a dope fiend
fiendin' for dope
I just live for confetti
You see I'm daily like
Freddy
You see I run through your house and leave it messy like
messy
[C-Murder]
I got too much choice in my head
I wanna take my own
life
My last chance is a 211 (what)
But it got me thankin' twice (fuck
that)
It's a drought right now
So these drugs ain't happenin'
And if
it wasn't for No Limit
there would be no money or rapping.
[Master
P]
You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z
The word on the
street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!
You see you can't trust
nobody in this dope game
keep your eyez on your enemies
Stack some chips
and get out man.
[C-Murder]
Give me a ski-mask, a 9
I'll be a down ass
nigga
And watch me pull a flee-flicker
And make my cheese get bigger
If
I get caught I'm facing 25, but that don't mean shit
Cuz if I go to jail it's
gotta be better than living like this
Nigga 2 shots in the air
Cuz I ain't
bout bein' broke
And if you bout i make a move
nigga, everybody gotta
go
Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans
And Texas hooked
up
C-Murder, Master P, and UGK
Now Nigga what?
[chorus till fade]