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Lyrics: (master p talking) -haha mr mr rogers of the neighborhood -should I say that nigga that's uuuuggghhhh bout it bout it -I'm rowdy rowdy I'm rowdy nigga -the mothaf***ing ice cream man in this bi*** -master p in here with my girl mia x -we bout to lay down some sh** once again for y'all motherf***ers -we bout to lay down some rules -and we got these 2 little niggas that don't give a f*** about none of ya -ready to blast on ya bi***es -with this gangsta sh** -watch your back nigga, my little niggas kane & abel -some of y'all know them as double vision -but ya better realize once again it's on -tru niggas in this bi***, we ain't taking no sh** for the 9 scrilla -its all about smoking blunts, blowing on that swishy sweet -notice I said swishy sweet nigga -when I do these f***ing 187's, murder -down south in the mothaf***ing swamp, we down there hustling bi*** -rolling on triple gold -but niggas don't give a f*** about none of ya niggas -that ain't real, that ain't true to the motherf***ing gizzame -but ya niggas that's bout it bout it and all ya real niggas out there -y'all gone feel this sh** cause it don't get no realer than this -once again it's on nigga (kane & abel) Introducing the mafioso of new orleans kane & abel balling My gangsta sh** sell like air jordan Ain't that a bi***, straight out the parrish whipping ass like tyson Gun fighting slanging ice and f***ing hoes like peabo bryson Latinos counting cinos I murder al pacino What these bi***es boosting up shut them down like casinos Getting murderous like the menendez brothers Dumb mothaf***as banging these hoes without no rubbers And busters hate me like some bump weed Cause babies dropping out they old ladies looking like me Sporting tommy's and polos weed blows out my nose Never sweating in my good clothes behind these f***ing hoes Who run this master p, klc slanging birds So stop stunting dog bi*** calm your nerves Born a crack baby grew up to be a g Whip that ass like I had a badge from nopd Like a second line gangsta niggas with 9's follow me Mc approaches I bury those c***roaches Buck buck I got you f***ed up like angel dust In gacks we trust cause niggas bleed just like us (chorus) Its time to get the gack again Cause p**** ass niggas getting jealous again, again Its time to get strapped again Because them nappy head hoes getting jealous again, again (mia x) I got that f***ing regulator busting lyrical rhymes at all you playa haters Fade ya made ya bow down to this slayer Lady alligator still wetting up your earhole With harmonizing gun blows still stomping out the no Hoes talk that sh** but clear the way Because they know I'm getting richer and bagging chips so call me ms fri-o-lay Mia x gots to flex and leave them hanging diamond rocks ? ? be banging my name is reighning I'm slanging this with no limit So you can talk that sh** you raunchy bi*** but just remember Who finish, me running with these look alike niggas The bad girl behind the trigger getting wreck it's the 9 sister (kane) Rolling 4 deep strapped in the black montero Shorting bright like alfonso ribiero but bi*** I'm ghetto Give me no heroin baby roll blunt after blunt f*** around and roll a thousand swishes in one month You buster ass niggas I ain't scared of death Had a dream I got stressed and blew up your whole project Ask mia x got bookoo checks I'm like them got to get them papers like them crackers in them skyscrapers Hitting switches avoiding bi***es and them playa haters And it's time to get strapped again Kane & abel got the gack and we back again (chorus) (abel) Take away them chains and pain What remains ? ? the king keep a 9 in his grave I seen so many soldiers I swore it was beirut Them gang signs salute, clack clack they shoot The south coast you bleed if you wanna succeed And I can have your f***ing head in my lap for 10 g's And you can ask the governor's name it's nigga please And even out in cali sam sneed recognize me Take it to the streets cause that's where I'm from And niggas with gold teeth no I ain't the one Niggas give me what you got I ain't got a f***ing thing And back in 91 I jack bi***es for medallion earrings So crappy headed nappy headed hoes get back Cause it's a 10 to 1 chance that you might get smacked bi*** More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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