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Master P - 211 Lyrics
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211 lyrics
featuring Sonya C
Hey P man
remember that sh*t last year you was talking bout that
bloody murder shit
Won't you kick some more of that shit
Verse 1
Jumped out the Chev mean mugged at some sucker punks
King flashed the gauge, them hoes didn't want no pub
So they smashed off hella quick
Why them hoes was leaving me and Sonja C was plotting some gangster shit
So put this nine up in your bra strap
And when we get inside this liquor store keep your eyes up on them Japs
Sonya C:
So get your hands up in the air trick
And break me off some cash cause Sonya C's a trigger happy bit*h
So don't be talking that f**king Japanese
Understand its a jack give up the cash or you'll be swish cheese
Master P:
Touch the button and I'ma hurt you bit*h
Why you had to and make P get his hands dirty trick
And that'll be some f**king more shit
Sonya C grab the tape cause we ain't leaving no f**king evidence
The next day the paper reads no leads
Sonya C:
Just a bunch of dead motherf**king Japanese
Master P:
Jumped in the car and backed to the rich
Bonnie and Clyde or should I say gangsta shit
(Chorus)
A motherf**king 211
We needed cash we robbed the liquor store
Verse 2
I'm getting chronicked out or should I say f**ked up
?? one g and its three of us
I seen my face on the news and its time to chill
But I can't cause I got too many f**king bills
Grabbed my glock it only had three bullets trick
But if I run out I ain't tripping I'll choke a bit*h
Walked in the corner liquor store with my 44
Played it cool bought a snapple man f**k them hoes
He opened the register I tried to do his ass
I ain't tripping cause the P wasn't wearing a mask
Blew out some chronic, showed no remorse
Told them hoes get they as* on the figgety floor
Snatched the cash and my pistol still smoking
Left them hoes like the Raiders left Oakland
(Chorus)
Verse 3
Cali g had the chronic without no zig zag
Hold on partner I'm gone go get some f**king zags
Now I'm off to the liquor store
And just in case it be some funk, I'm gone bring my 44
Now you know the P don't take no shit
But this arab started following me
like I was gone steal some shit
He was strapped so I had to think quick
Put my 44 to the head of this bit*h
Drop your pistol or she's dead man
Slowly put your hands up in the air
lets play a little f**king game
Simon say open the register hoe
His bit*h looked it good so I told her to suck my 44
He got jealous tried to jump I hit him with the pump
Put more cash in my pockets than Donald Trump
And I'm off to the freeway real fast
Got damn, forgot Cali's zig zags
(Chorus)
-Alright you inmate double o 652
get your as* back in that cell boy
-damn, now ya'll know crime do pay
but you don't always get away
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