Lirik Lagu AKickDoe! - C-Murder F/ UGK, & Master P
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[Master P]
Yo C-MurderNigga you woke?Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.Pass the weed (ok)We gon' head up interstate 10We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout itWe gon' handle our businessWe gon' smokeWe gon' make it back to the N.O.Cuz u know whut?Us South niggaz don't playa hateWe got love from the South, East, West, to the NizorthBut it's your time babyWe gon' handle our businessAnd we gonna do this shit like g'zWe gonna represent the gizameYa heard me?
[Pimp C]
This game fucked upI ain't got no friendsI done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top bienzUgh, and I'm a real niggaDown to put a forty-five to his hilfigerLay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mineTake them out everytime and I ain't try to dineNiggaz 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-MurderCadillac and a Tank (Master P)Bout to fade the platinumSmoke some dank and some drankBut bitch luv me when I come to your cityServe my dick out her pussyand bust my nuts on her tittiesUgh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your houseWith my mask on my face and my thang in your mouthNow get your mind right nigga (mind right)and make a pimp bitchand 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 BI see me P and C in danger (danger)Just like the ATF, HPD, and Texas RangersFuckin' with me and my middle fanga.But to this shit nigga we ain't strangersBut I Gotta bust my magnumsGotta gage these pistolsHand grenades, and land mineschopper smoke bombs and missilesSome of them bitches whistleSome of them bitches silentBut all them bitches handle businessAll of them violentBout it bout it and dangeroussoldiers that wanna gang with usBang with us, hang with usget that No Limit slang with usI came to bust every ass in my way till it's overso get the chip off your shoulderfix your lipI done told yahwe own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflictsNigga I can see that you got plickedSit down and take a time tripthis ain't nothin' ta sneeze atthe fear in your eyes I seebitch where's the key's & g'z at?
[chorus x2]
[C-Murder]
Lay it down muthafuckaEverybody gotta goGive me the loot is what I tell 'emWhen I kick in the doe'Nigga I'm mad at the worldfor my lack of havin' papersFuck the law and the copsCuz I'm down for a caper
[Master P]
Some say we dangerousEspecially when we brokeI'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dopeI just live for confettiYou see I'm deadly like FreddyI run through your house and leave it messy like messy
[C-Murder]
I got to much stress in my headI wanna take my own lifeMy last chance is a 211But it got me thankin' twiceeIt's a drought right nowSo these drugs ain't happenin'And if it wasn't for No Limitthere would be no money or rapping.
[Master P]
You see my boy had a bumper full of keyz and g'zThe word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!You see you can't trust nobody in this dope gamekeep your eyez on your enemiesStack some chips and get out man.
[C-Murder]
Give me a ski-mask, a 9I'll be a down ass niggaAnd watch me pull a flee-flickerAnd make my cheese get biggerIf I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shitCuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like thisNigga 2 shots in the airCuz I ain't bout bein' brokeAnd if you bout i make a movenigga, everybody gotta goJust some bout it niggaz from New OrleansWith tapes hooked upC-Murder, Master P, and UGKNow Nigga what?
[chorus till fade]
Yo C-MurderNigga you woke?Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.Pass the weed (ok)We gon' head up interstate 10We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout itWe gon' handle our businessWe gon' smokeWe gon' make it back to the N.O.Cuz u know whut?Us South niggaz don't playa hateWe got love from the South, East, West, to the NizorthBut it's your time babyWe gon' handle our businessAnd we gonna do this shit like g'zWe gonna represent the gizameYa heard me?
[Pimp C]
This game fucked upI ain't got no friendsI done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top bienzUgh, and I'm a real niggaDown to put a forty-five to his hilfigerLay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mineTake them out everytime and I ain't try to dineNiggaz 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-MurderCadillac and a Tank (Master P)Bout to fade the platinumSmoke some dank and some drankBut bitch luv me when I come to your cityServe my dick out her pussyand bust my nuts on her tittiesUgh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your houseWith my mask on my face and my thang in your mouthNow get your mind right nigga (mind right)and make a pimp bitchand 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 BI see me P and C in danger (danger)Just like the ATF, HPD, and Texas RangersFuckin' with me and my middle fanga.But to this shit nigga we ain't strangersBut I Gotta bust my magnumsGotta gage these pistolsHand grenades, and land mineschopper smoke bombs and missilesSome of them bitches whistleSome of them bitches silentBut all them bitches handle businessAll of them violentBout it bout it and dangeroussoldiers that wanna gang with usBang with us, hang with usget that No Limit slang with usI came to bust every ass in my way till it's overso get the chip off your shoulderfix your lipI done told yahwe own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflictsNigga I can see that you got plickedSit down and take a time tripthis ain't nothin' ta sneeze atthe fear in your eyes I seebitch where's the key's & g'z at?
[chorus x2]
[C-Murder]
Lay it down muthafuckaEverybody gotta goGive me the loot is what I tell 'emWhen I kick in the doe'Nigga I'm mad at the worldfor my lack of havin' papersFuck the law and the copsCuz I'm down for a caper
[Master P]
Some say we dangerousEspecially when we brokeI'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dopeI just live for confettiYou see I'm deadly like FreddyI run through your house and leave it messy like messy
[C-Murder]
I got to much stress in my headI wanna take my own lifeMy last chance is a 211But it got me thankin' twiceeIt's a drought right nowSo these drugs ain't happenin'And if it wasn't for No Limitthere would be no money or rapping.
[Master P]
You see my boy had a bumper full of keyz and g'zThe word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!You see you can't trust nobody in this dope gamekeep your eyez on your enemiesStack some chips and get out man.
[C-Murder]
Give me a ski-mask, a 9I'll be a down ass niggaAnd watch me pull a flee-flickerAnd make my cheese get biggerIf I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shitCuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like thisNigga 2 shots in the airCuz I ain't bout bein' brokeAnd if you bout i make a movenigga, everybody gotta goJust some bout it niggaz from New OrleansWith tapes hooked upC-Murder, Master P, and UGKNow Nigga what?
[chorus till fade]
