Master P

Master P - 211 lyrics

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Hey P man
 remember that shit last year you was talking bout that
 bloody murder shit
 Won't you kick some more of that shit

 Verse 1

 Jumped out the Chev mean mugged at some sucker punks
 King flashed the gauge  them hoes didn't want no pub
 So they smashed off hella quick
 Why them hoes was leaving me and Sonja C was plotting some gangster shit
 So put this nine up in your bra strap
 And when we get inside this liquor store keep your eyes up on them Japs

 Sonya C:
 So get your hands up in the air trick
 And break me off some cash cause Sonya C's a trigger happy bitch
 So don't be talking that fucking Japanese
 Understand its a jack give up the cash or you'll be swish cheese

 Master P:
 Touch the button and I'ma hurt you bitch
 Why you had to and make P get his hands dirty trick
 And that'll be some fucking more shit
 Sonya C grab the tape cause we ain't leaving no fucking evidence
 The next day the paper reads no leads

 Sonya C:
 Just a bunch of dead motherfucking Japanese
 Master P:
 Jumped in the car and backed to the rich
 Bonnie and Clyde or should I say gangsta shit

 (Chorus)
 A motherfucking 211
 We needed cash we robbed the liquor store

 Verse 2

 I'm getting chronicked out or should I say fucked up
 ?? one g and its three of us
 I seen my face on the news and its time to chill
 But I can't cause I got too many fucking bills
 Grabbed my glock it only had three bullets trick
 But if I run out I ain't tripping I'll choke a bitch
 Walked in the corner liquor store with my 44
 Played it cool bought a snapple man fuck them hoes
 He opened the register I tried to do his ass
 I ain't tripping cause the P wasn't wearing a mask
 Blew out some chronic, showed no remorse
 Told them hoes get they ass on the figgety floor
 Snatched the cash and my pistol still smoking
 Left them hoes like the Raiders left Oakland

 (Chorus)

 Verse 3

 Cali g had the chronic without no zig zag
 Hold on partner I'm gone go get some fucking zags
 Now I'm off to the liquor store
 And just in case it be some funk, I'm gone bring my 44
 Now you know the P don't take no shit
 But this arab started following me
 like I was gone steal some shit
 He was strapped so I had to think quick
 Put my 44 to the head of this bitch
 Drop your pistol or she's dead man
 Slowly put your hands up in the air
 lets play a little fucking game
 Simon say open the register hoe
 His bitch looked it good so I told her to suck my 44
 He got jealous tried to jump I hit him with the pump
 Put more cash in my pockets than Donald Trump
 And I'm off to the freeway real fast
 Got damn, forgot Cali's zig zags

 (Chorus)

 -Alright you inmate double o 652
 get your ass back in that cell boy
 -damn, now ya'll know crime do pay
 but you don't always get away
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Language: English

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