Текст песни: Master P - Hook It Up
[Master P and Layzie Bone talking]
Yo Layzie?
Whats up man?
Check this out, me and my boy ridin` dirty from New Orleans, right?
Right.
When we touch down in Cleveland,
Yeah.
I`ma have my phone turned on so if you need me hit me. Use the
code. Black or
blue?
I`ma use black.
Me and my boy gonna have some. . .
Okay.
Tell Krayzie, Wish, and Flesh have them thangs on `em cause them hater`s is
out there.
For sure.
We gonna be in a green duece and ah quarter, tryin` to out smart
the po po`s.
Okay, yeah, heh-heh.
Keep it on the D.L.
Yeah.
But check this out.
Yeah?
When I get there, you ain`t gotta worry bout nothing. Yah heard me?
I feel ya.
Cause I got the hook-up.
Bet on baby, bet on.
[Chorus - Master P]
Igot the hook-up, hook it up. [x8]
[Krayzie Bone]
Just call it up
What you need, indeed, a nigga got the hook-ups on the tweed
But I got more then trees
Wanna see what I got? Nigga follow me right through the alley
Don`t panic, relax, what`s happening?
Now is it a beeper or a cellular phone that your lacking?
We got them still in the package
You know they at a great deal
No money, we activate them
No refunds
But you can trade them for we press no limitations
Buck buck
We patient, have all your money in hand
Don`t worry about credit, forget it, cause we don`t let it stand in our way
Nigga we get paid, you get the drop for free
Look me up
When you reach someone, thinkin of someone
I can hook you up
[Chorus (x4)]
[Layzie Bone]
Nigga just got this sack of D
And Master P, my nigga, just got the hook-up
Look me up if you need the cook up
Got shit to hook the crooks up
Hit me up on my header
And I`ma call you back
Cause ain`t no taps on my celly
Nig, come get all we got
A little hustling mother fucker
With a pocket full of stones
Rolling with Mo and the No Limit soldiers
Got the hook-up and its on
[Wish Bone]
We got them rides
Whatever you need
Just step next door
We fully equip with automatics
Police detect us
Lets roll, roll, roll
And when you ride with Bone
Don`t you worry about a thing
Cause we got shit for real
Trust in me
These niggas don`t wanna buck buck bang
We on a mission
Time to position
Call the soldiers
Lets ride
Set them up in the moonlight
These niggas done fucked up with my money (die) alright
[Silkk the Shocker talking]
You want the hook-up? Check this out little. . .
[Silkk the Shocker]
I live like stock market nigga
Buy low, sell high
Supply and demand
Nigga if supply low demand is high
I sell it for high as I can
I take the jingle
But I`m for the counting mother fucking four
All sales are final
Ain`t no refund in this mother fucker
This mother fucking shit sold
I hit them like non-stop
Cock the glock
Cause the mother fucking spot be hot
Nigga wonder where I be
Cause I`m always cold fresh out of the penn
Talking about holler at me
I got everything from hand-held to flips
Silkk and Bone got the chips
Don`t even try to hit me on a hit like elevator
Nigga ain`t got it shit don`t exist
Nigga talking about
Holler at your boy
Holler at your niggas
See I got what you need
If I ain`t got it
I`m going get it
See i ain`t hard to find
You need me?
Look me up
They call me Silkk the Shocker
But you can call me Mr. Hook It Up
[Master P and Silkk]
I got the hook-up, hook it up, hook it up
Soldiers
I got the hook-up, hook it up, hook it up
Silkk, P, and Bone Thugs soldiers
I got the hook-up, hook it up, hook it up
I got the hook-up, hook it up, hook it up
[Chorus to fade]
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[Master P and Layzie Bone talking]
Yo Layzie?
Whats up man?
Check this out, me and my boy ridin` dirty from New Orleans, right?
Right.
When we touch down in Cleveland,
Yeah.
I`ma have my phone turned on so if you need me hit me. Use the
code. Black or
blue?
I`ma use black.
Me and my boy gonna have some. . .
Okay.
Tell Krayzie, Wish, and Flesh have them thangs on `em cause them hater`s is
out there.
For sure.
We gonna be in a green duece and ah quarter, tryin` to out smart
the po po`s.
Okay, yeah, heh-heh.
Keep it on the D.L.
Yeah.
But check this out.
Yeah?
When I get there, you ain`t gotta worry bout nothing. Yah heard me?
I feel ya.
Cause I got the hook-up.
Bet on baby, bet on.
[Chorus - Master P]
Igot the hook-up, hook it up. [x8]
[Krayzie Bone]
Just call it up
What you need, indeed, a nigga got the hook-ups on the tweed
But I got more then trees
Wanna see what I got? Nigga follow me right through the alley
Don`t panic, relax, what`s happening?
Now is it a beeper or a cellular phone that your lacking?
We got them still in the package
You know they at a great deal
No money, we activate them
No refunds
But you can trade them for we press no limitations
Buck buck
We patient, have all your money in hand
Don`t worry about credit, forget it, cause we don`t let it stand in our way
Nigga we get paid, you get the drop for free
Look me up
When you reach someone, thinkin of someone
I can hook you up
[Chorus (x4)]
[Layzie Bone]
Nigga just got this sack of D
And Master P, my nigga, just got the hook-up
Look me up if you need the cook up
Got shit to hook the crooks up
Hit me up on my header
And I`ma call you back
Cause ain`t no taps on my celly
Nig, come get all we got
A little hustling mother fucker
With a pocket full of stones
Rolling with Mo and the No Limit soldiers
Got the hook-up and its on
[Wish Bone]
We got them rides
Whatever you need
Just step next door
We fully equip with automatics
Police detect us
Lets roll, roll, roll
And when you ride with Bone
Don`t you worry about a thing
Cause we got shit for real
Trust in me
These niggas don`t wanna buck buck bang
We on a mission
Time to position
Call the soldiers
Lets ride
Set them up in the moonlight
These niggas done fucked up with my money (die) alright
[Silkk the Shocker talking]
You want the hook-up? Check this out little. . .
[Silkk the Shocker]
I live like stock market nigga
Buy low, sell high
Supply and demand
Nigga if supply low demand is high
I sell it for high as I can
I take the jingle
But I`m for the counting mother fucking four
All sales are final
Ain`t no refund in this mother fucker
This mother fucking shit sold
I hit them like non-stop
Cock the glock
Cause the mother fucking spot be hot
Nigga wonder where I be
Cause I`m always cold fresh out of the penn
Talking about holler at me
I got everything from hand-held to flips
Silkk and Bone got the chips
Don`t even try to hit me on a hit like elevator
Nigga ain`t got it shit don`t exist
Nigga talking about
Holler at your boy
Holler at your niggas
See I got what you need
If I ain`t got it
I`m going get it
See i ain`t hard to find
You need me?
Look me up
They call me Silkk the Shocker
But you can call me Mr. Hook It Up
[Master P and Silkk]
I got the hook-up, hook it up, hook it up
Soldiers
I got the hook-up, hook it up, hook it up
Silkk, P, and Bone Thugs soldiers
I got the hook-up, hook it up, hook it up
I got the hook-up, hook it up, hook it up
[Chorus to fade]
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