AKickDoe!

Lyrics

[Intro: Master P] Yo C-Murder (Boy what's happenin', nigga) Nigga you woke? Keep your eyes on the road, nigga Pass the weed (Okay) 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 ('Bout that) We gon' smoke We gon' make it back to the N.O.​ 'Cause you know whut? Us South niggas don't playa hate We got love from the South, the East, to the West, to the Nizorth But it's your time now baby We gon' handle our business (Handle it) And we gonna do this shit like G's (Like G's) We gonna represent the gizame Ya heard me? [Verse 1: Pimp C] This game fucked up, I ain't got no friends I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top Benz Ugh, and I'm a trill nigga (Trill nigga) Down to put the .45 to his Hilfiger Lay it down motherfucker (Boom) 'cause I'm bustin' for mine Pack that iron every time and I ain't tryin' dyin' Niggas down in Port Arthur (Huh, nigga, what?) Still think that I'm playin'? (Huh, nigga, what?) Bust seventeen 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 love me when I come to your city Serve my dick out her pussy (Ugh) and bust my nuts on her titties Ugh, it's just a matter of time (Time) before I'm up in your house (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 rich (What?) And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (Trick ass bitch) [Chorus] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo') Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go) I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo') Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go) I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo') Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go) I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo') Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go) [Verse 2: Bun B] They try to run up in the manger (Run up) The home of Bun B I see me P and C in danger (Danger) Just like the ATF, Feds, HPD, and Texas Rangers (Rangers) Fuckin' with me and my Mddl Fngz (Finger) But dig this shit nigga we ain't strangers (Strangers) Pull high-calibers and magnums (Mags) 12 gauges, pistols (Pistols) Hand grenades and land mines (Land mines) Choppers, rifles and missiles (Missiles) Some of them bitches whistle Some of them bitches silent But all them bitches handle they business All of them violent 'Bout it 'bout it and dangerous ('Bout it, ugh) Soldiers that wanna gang with us Do you thang with us, hang with us Spit that No Limit slang with us (Nah, bruh) I came to bust every ass in my way 'til it's over So get the chip off your shoulder Fix your lip I done told yah We hold you hostage in your own apartment complex (My nigga, what) Nigga I can see that you got plex Sit down and take a contact (My nigga, what) This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at The fear in your eyes I see that Bitch where's the key's and g'z at? (Ugh) [Chorus] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo') Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go) I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo') Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go) [Verse 3: C-Murder & Master P] Lay it down motherfucker (Ugh) Everybody gotta go (What?) Give me the loot is what I tell 'em When I kick in the doe' Nigga I'm mad at the world (World) For my lack of havin' papers (Paper) Fuck the law and the cops 'Cause I'm down for a caper (Caper) Some say we dangerous Especially when we broke (Ugh) I'm mo deadly than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope I just live for confetti ('Fetti) You see I'm deadly like Freddy (Like Freddy) You see I run through your house and leave it messy like Betsy I got too much stress in my head I wanna take my own life My last chance is a 211 But it got me thinkin' twice (Fuck that) It's a drought right now So these drugs ain't happenin' And if it wasn't for No Limit There'd be no money in rappin' You see my boy had an apartment full of keys and G's 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 eyes on your enemies Stack some chips and get out man Give me a ski-mask, a nine I'll be a down ass nigga (What) And watch me pull a flea-flicker And make my G's get bigger If I get caught I'm facin' twenty-five, but that don't mean shit (Shit) 'Cause if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this Nigga two shots in the air (Haha) 'Cause I ain't bout bein' broke (Fuck that) And if you 'bout I make a move Nigga, everybody gotta go (Everybody gotta go) Just some 'bout it niggas from New Orleans (Ugh) And Texas hooked up (What, my nigga what) C-Murder, Master P, and UGK Now Nigga what? [Chorus] I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo') Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go) I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo') Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go) I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo') Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go) I'm 'bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo') Want the G's and