Akickdoe Lyrics

Akickdoe lyrics

[Master P] 

 

 Yo C-Murder 

 Nigga you woke? 

 Keep your eyes on the rollers 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 real nigga 

 Down to put a forty-five to his hilfiger 

 Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine 

 Take them out everytime and I ain't try to dine 

 Niggaz dyin' port authur (huh nigga what?) 

 Thank 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 the 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 

 [chorus x4] 

 

 I'm fingida 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, HPD, and Texas Rangers 

 Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga. 

 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 

 fix your lip 

 I done told yah 

 we own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts 

 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 deadly like Freddy 

 I run through your house and leave it messy like messy 

 

 [C-Murder] 

 

 I got to much stress in my head 

 I wanna take my own life 

 My last chance is a 211 

 But it got me thankin' twicee 

 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 a bumper 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 it's 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 

 With tapes hooked up 

 C-Murder, Master P, and UGK 

 Now Nigga what? 

 

 [chorus till fade]