Lirik Lagu Psycho Rhymes - Master P
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Yo it's 1992 and Master P is back up in this motherfucker
(Yo man lets do this shit right, man.If everybody plays right, then put yoright hand over yo heart, and let yo left hand grab yo nut.Now everybodysing along, bitch.)
(STOP THE MUSIC!)
We are the worldWe are the dealersWe are the ones that sell crack cocaineSo let's start sellin'
There's a fiend in every hoodDumb fiends that bring they pipesIt's truly nigga betta thenThat's why we dealin'
(C'mon everybody)
We are the worldWe are the dealersWe are the ones that sell crack cocaineSo let's start sellin'
(Talking muffled by loud beats)
Check this out foolI'm at this partyThese two bitches lookin' hella prettyI walk up and kiss 'em each on they fuckin' TI say "Your hole there - it's about to explode"I took a gat to her ass & she took off her clothesIn other words I be movin' fast like a pick...pocket
See- I'm a mother-fuckin' maniac I gotta top itI talk to the bitch ... before I kill 'emI'm like a psycho like Charles Manson - the blood drilla'I take yo life and take yo arms and cut the bitches offAnd play a bloody mother-fuckin' game of golfAnd break your arms, your legs I shoulda did it sooner
Reach in yo stomach - pull out a piece o' tunaI guess you're dead, you're ghost, you gotta goYou untested, cause DAMN they like arrested codes
For a dead bitch - ya give some good headYa must be on yo period - 'cause my dick is bloody redI left it in youI see you face - ya about ta cryBut before ya do make me pull out them eyes...Make me slap yo mother-fuckin' face but don't speakThat big round ass could make some good luncheon meat
In other words you're dead, you got your cap peeledSee I'm a crazy motherfucker and that shit's real
Yo man, whacha think about that(Man, what you say about that is bullshit - that shit ain't real)
Oh, aight, check this out
It's 1993 and Master P is back in this motherfuckerYa know what I'm sayin'I had to get a lil' stupid 'cause last year some niggaz was talkin' shitBut see, I'm backYa know what I'm sayin'I'm about to get paidAnd all them motherfuckers that try to stop meThere's gonna be a bloody murda
Yo Kent, turn up some of that gangsta-ass music
(Yo man lets do this shit right, man.If everybody plays right, then put yoright hand over yo heart, and let yo left hand grab yo nut.Now everybodysing along, bitch.)
(STOP THE MUSIC!)
We are the worldWe are the dealersWe are the ones that sell crack cocaineSo let's start sellin'
There's a fiend in every hoodDumb fiends that bring they pipesIt's truly nigga betta thenThat's why we dealin'
(C'mon everybody)
We are the worldWe are the dealersWe are the ones that sell crack cocaineSo let's start sellin'
(Talking muffled by loud beats)
Check this out foolI'm at this partyThese two bitches lookin' hella prettyI walk up and kiss 'em each on they fuckin' TI say "Your hole there - it's about to explode"I took a gat to her ass & she took off her clothesIn other words I be movin' fast like a pick...pocket
See- I'm a mother-fuckin' maniac I gotta top itI talk to the bitch ... before I kill 'emI'm like a psycho like Charles Manson - the blood drilla'I take yo life and take yo arms and cut the bitches offAnd play a bloody mother-fuckin' game of golfAnd break your arms, your legs I shoulda did it sooner
Reach in yo stomach - pull out a piece o' tunaI guess you're dead, you're ghost, you gotta goYou untested, cause DAMN they like arrested codes
For a dead bitch - ya give some good headYa must be on yo period - 'cause my dick is bloody redI left it in youI see you face - ya about ta cryBut before ya do make me pull out them eyes...Make me slap yo mother-fuckin' face but don't speakThat big round ass could make some good luncheon meat
In other words you're dead, you got your cap peeledSee I'm a crazy motherfucker and that shit's real
Yo man, whacha think about that(Man, what you say about that is bullshit - that shit ain't real)
Oh, aight, check this out
It's 1993 and Master P is back in this motherfuckerYa know what I'm sayin'I had to get a lil' stupid 'cause last year some niggaz was talkin' shitBut see, I'm backYa know what I'm sayin'I'm about to get paidAnd all them motherfuckers that try to stop meThere's gonna be a bloody murda
Yo Kent, turn up some of that gangsta-ass music
