Lyric Playerz From The South
featuring Master P, Silkk
(U.G.k)
Ya, hahaha...Well I been direct, break yo
kneck to get a peep of a TRU 11 goddamn fool. I came to sweep
you off your goddamn feet, now pass that sweet & get back, lookin
for action, retaliation, that s where that shit at. Click clack
goes that pistol, bullets couldn t win, make a fucked up ass
whistle, you know it s yo dismisal. Now this will nip it in
tha bud, for my brothaz in tha pen, I gots ta bust 2 nuts, nigga
whut? I put it down, keep puttin it down, so I advice hoes to
not fuck around, it s that underground. Bitch you couldn t cut
tha sound, would blow up, hold up, wrong move, but it s time
to call tha first family to handle these niggaz. Cuz we all
tha work, you bitch niggaz made your eyez burn, I m fo sure that
these G z goin fo , fo fo, & blow fo blow. It s Silkk,
Master P, & U.G.K front door, front row, slow it down hoe, you know?
Chorus:
Playaz from tha south stack gee z, flippin tight
on that white with that candy on them gold D z (x4)
(Master P)
Foolz hate tha P cuz I m bout it {bout it}
got them black soldierz owned & I m rowdy. Ready to bust on tha
nigga that talkin shit, I m bad like J Sun, but compare me with
them other niggaz, cuz I aaint shrive placin . Y all niggaz
gone off that fried black. I had fucked mo niggaz in tha game
then a quarter bag. I got them thinkin, killin them keyz, I m
fuckin them devil done deeds, I m trippin them keyz, tryna make
this dope into quarter keyz. Ask me where I m from, New Orleans
{New Orleans} Where them niggaz in tha projects be ballin
slangin that Iceberg & Plirens, runnin from tha sirens{sirens}
Don t know how to completely work, tha fuck how to triple beam.
Eliminate niggaz like Kelgon{Kelgon} if there was a muthafuckin
band I d be a Baraton{Baraton}. C tha P is from that muthafuckin
Calliope{Calliope} where them niggaz who bootin up & have gold teeth
don t give a fuck bout a hoe{hoe}, & niggaz cuttin on that wata
wata{wata wata}. We bout it bout it, don t give a fuck bout seeing
no muthafuckin tomorrow, & won t stop, send me to tha pen, I won t
stop till them muthafuckin saints go marchin in.
Chorus
(Silkk)
1-2-3, you know Silkk a G (a G) all about
that muthafuckin mayo (mayo). Gold on my ride, front back
side 2 side, you know a nigga all about tha sells. I m in front
of tha nigga that front, nigga ask yo bitch ass to come. I m
from that 3rd Ward (uptown) in other words I run this shit iight,
chill. For them niggaz that boast, I ll be like Blast em (blast em)
WAtch tha ground, before it gets full of smoke, & watch how it goes
like faster. Shit aint gonna fuckin change nigga, I think not,
cuz I be on tha same block, same house, same spot, same glock, but
more rock. Fuck whut ya heard, recognize whut I be sayin , but y all
I aint never gonna die, so when U.G.K, Master P, & I be Down South
Hustlin , I wasn t surprised. Cuz I be tha man ta stand, I m
bound ta make a mil. Whoomp there it is, y all haven t heard, but
y all bitches will. Believe me, I got 2 for 3, 4 for 5, hollah
at ya boy if ya need, & bitch I m out (fading)
*chorus*
(Pimp C)
Now do you blame me? A sweet for every
bitch that I fuck, you have to bring 4 18 wheelers, fill em from
back to front. I m Pimp C bitch, ain t no mistakin , niggaz
tryin to get tha cheeze, but bitch I be gettin bacon. Would
it candy just an every day thang rubb n butt, because you like
tha way that my 5 wheel & my wheel look. Cuz I be comin down,
cuz my heart be TRU, I m fuckin ya boo, gettin a screw, nigga
whut up wit choo? I lived & wept fo ya nigga he had it comin .
I represent my shit, cuz nigga I can t be no harder, & just
because we do popo, bitches be thankin we don t have a fuckin
pocket full of stones. A drug deala with killaz, sip syrup
with murderaz, put food in my mouth incase you bitches ain t
heard of us. Nigga, I live for tha bush, I live for tha crush,
I m down with rich & royal muthafuckin flush, whut?? Ya,
tha muthafuckin organize noise boy, wassup?
*chorus*
*Pimp C in background talkin*
(U.G.k)
Ya, hahaha...Well I been direct, break yo
kneck to get a peep of a TRU 11 goddamn fool. I came to sweep
you off your goddamn feet, now pass that sweet & get back, lookin
for action, retaliation, that s where that shit at. Click clack
goes that pistol, bullets couldn t win, make a fucked up ass
whistle, you know it s yo dismisal. Now this will nip it in
tha bud, for my brothaz in tha pen, I gots ta bust 2 nuts, nigga
whut? I put it down, keep puttin it down, so I advice hoes to
not fuck around, it s that underground. Bitch you couldn t cut
tha sound, would blow up, hold up, wrong move, but it s time
to call tha first family to handle these niggaz. Cuz we all
tha work, you bitch niggaz made your eyez burn, I m fo sure that
these G z goin fo , fo fo, & blow fo blow. It s Silkk,
Master P, & U.G.K front door, front row, slow it down hoe, you know?
Chorus:
Playaz from tha south stack gee z, flippin tight
on that white with that candy on them gold D z (x4)
(Master P)
Foolz hate tha P cuz I m bout it {bout it}
got them black soldierz owned & I m rowdy. Ready to bust on tha
nigga that talkin shit, I m bad like J Sun, but compare me with
them other niggaz, cuz I aaint shrive placin . Y all niggaz
gone off that fried black. I had fucked mo niggaz in tha game
then a quarter bag. I got them thinkin, killin them keyz, I m
fuckin them devil done deeds, I m trippin them keyz, tryna make
this dope into quarter keyz. Ask me where I m from, New Orleans
{New Orleans} Where them niggaz in tha projects be ballin
slangin that Iceberg & Plirens, runnin from tha sirens{sirens}
Don t know how to completely work, tha fuck how to triple beam.
Eliminate niggaz like Kelgon{Kelgon} if there was a muthafuckin
band I d be a Baraton{Baraton}. C tha P is from that muthafuckin
Calliope{Calliope} where them niggaz who bootin up & have gold teeth
don t give a fuck bout a hoe{hoe}, & niggaz cuttin on that wata
wata{wata wata}. We bout it bout it, don t give a fuck bout seeing
no muthafuckin tomorrow, & won t stop, send me to tha pen, I won t
stop till them muthafuckin saints go marchin in.
Chorus
(Silkk)
1-2-3, you know Silkk a G (a G) all about
that muthafuckin mayo (mayo). Gold on my ride, front back
side 2 side, you know a nigga all about tha sells. I m in front
of tha nigga that front, nigga ask yo bitch ass to come. I m
from that 3rd Ward (uptown) in other words I run this shit iight,
chill. For them niggaz that boast, I ll be like Blast em (blast em)
WAtch tha ground, before it gets full of smoke, & watch how it goes
like faster. Shit aint gonna fuckin change nigga, I think not,
cuz I be on tha same block, same house, same spot, same glock, but
more rock. Fuck whut ya heard, recognize whut I be sayin , but y all
I aint never gonna die, so when U.G.K, Master P, & I be Down South
Hustlin , I wasn t surprised. Cuz I be tha man ta stand, I m
bound ta make a mil. Whoomp there it is, y all haven t heard, but
y all bitches will. Believe me, I got 2 for 3, 4 for 5, hollah
at ya boy if ya need, & bitch I m out (fading)
*chorus*
(Pimp C)
Now do you blame me? A sweet for every
bitch that I fuck, you have to bring 4 18 wheelers, fill em from
back to front. I m Pimp C bitch, ain t no mistakin , niggaz
tryin to get tha cheeze, but bitch I be gettin bacon. Would
it candy just an every day thang rubb n butt, because you like
tha way that my 5 wheel & my wheel look. Cuz I be comin down,
cuz my heart be TRU, I m fuckin ya boo, gettin a screw, nigga
whut up wit choo? I lived & wept fo ya nigga he had it comin .
I represent my shit, cuz nigga I can t be no harder, & just
because we do popo, bitches be thankin we don t have a fuckin
pocket full of stones. A drug deala with killaz, sip syrup
with murderaz, put food in my mouth incase you bitches ain t
heard of us. Nigga, I live for tha bush, I live for tha crush,
I m down with rich & royal muthafuckin flush, whut?? Ya,
tha muthafuckin organize noise boy, wassup?
*chorus*
*Pimp C in background talkin*
