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Master P - 211 lyrics
featuring Sonya C Hey P man remember that shit 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 bitch So don't be talking that fucking 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 bitch Why you had to and make P get his hands dirty trick And that'll be some fucking more shit Sonya C grab the tape cause we ain't leaving no fucking evidence The next day the paper reads no leads Sonya C: Just a bunch of dead motherfucking Japanese Master P: Jumped in the car and backed to the rich Bonnie and Clyde or should I say gangsta shit (Chorus) A motherfucking 211 We needed cash we robbed the liquor store Verse 2 I'm getting chronicked out or should I say fucked 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 fucking bills Grabbed my glock it only had three bullets trick But if I run out I ain't tripping I'll choke a bitch Walked in the corner liquor store with my 44 Played it cool bought a snapple man fuck 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 ass 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 fucking 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 bitch Drop your pistol or she's dead man Slowly put your hands up in the air lets play a little fucking game Simon say open the register hoe His bitch 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 ass back in that cell boy -damn, now ya'll know crime do pay but you don't always get away |
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