Текст песни: Master P - Playaz From the South



[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]

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[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]

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