f/ Silkk

Thanks to jimmy99ways2die@hotmail.com for these lyrics.



[Master P]

G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep

Thats how we late night creep

See in Cali' fools be gettin' their serve on

And at the side shows cars got it going on

With that candy paint plus that ???

So many woofers in the trunk sound like an army tank

I'm from that Richmond 23rd street army

So fools can't harm me, gats cocked incase they run up on me

See I'm deep, TRU is how I creep

I don't bang cause that went out in '93

Still locin, blunted and smokin'

Gator Rade and Thunderbird, a pocket full of Trojans

For them hoochies, that wanna smooch me

End up in Motel 6 in some booty

Boots knockin', panties be droppin'

Gat under the bed incase the playa hatas come and pop me

Got that glock, 17 shots, it's all good I tell a hoochie don't stop

Ass bangin', nuts still hangin', moble phone ringin'

Ain't stoppin' 'till the fat lady starts singin' and hollerin'

And moanin'i'm humpin'

Check my watch god damn it's 6 in the mornin'

Should I stay, ain't got no time to play

Put my ??? by my t-shirt

Then I break, to the door

My partner's three deep in a six-four



Chorus: repeat 2X



G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep

That's how we late night creep



[Master P]

Well it's the weekend and everybody chillin' at the giggety lake

Hoes in daisy dukes so tight, it'll make your nuts break

Polk-a-dot panties, gold thangs, dampies

So many stars out here I feel like I'm at the Grammys

Niggas blowin', bitches out hoein'

Weaves so tight ain't nobody else knowin'

Is it real, if it's not just chill

Cause talkin' shit to a hoe in Cali' can get your god damn cap peeled

Ballers roll low, fools out tellin' jokes

Hittin' like Tyson on the mother fuckin' Spliff smoke

Tangueray mixed with that orange juice and lemon squeeze

Straight vodka and mother fuckin 80 leaves

I mean high, I'm higher than a giggety bird

Show my ass for the hood make them gold thangs hit the curb

5-0 on my trizail, I had to post bizail

100 g's to get me out of jail, I'm with the quickness

All because a big nigga bought a ki' of dope

Watch a young nigga flip this

Straight independant, ain't nobody lendin'

Underground King Pin, title dependant

Master P or should I say Al Capone

No Limit Records in the house got it goin' on

Ain't no love, I thought I told ya

Us TRU niggas, straight soldiers

King ready to fight a bitch like a Pit Bull

And Big Ed got that 9 trigger ready to pull

And Silkk will put your teeth in the dirt fool

And C-Murder don't give a fuck about a nigga dude

And Cali-G is ready to do a fuckin' OG call

Cause when you fuckin' with us one

You fuckin' with us all

That's how we do it on the Westcoast

Westcoast Badd Boyz some more No Limit dope



Chorus



[Master P]

Now we creepin' from the Westcoast of California

To Washington, Texas, Louisiana, Arizona, Utah, Flordia, Atlanta, Kansas,

Nebraska, New York, Kentucky, Alabama, Detroit

Arkansas, North Carolina, South Carolina



[Silkk]

Man let me check this shit out

Let me see what this all about 1-9-0-0-Master-P



[Master P]

Yo, what's up this is your nigga Master P

Sorry I'm unavailiable to come to the phone right now

I'm either out on the fuckin' road doin' shows

Kickin' it with bitches

Could be your bitch if you a real G

Just take it to the law, you could be a playa hater

We can hold court in the streets

But if you my nigga little Rich

Yeah nigga if you still got them mountings for 350

Hold me 7 of 'em nigga

I'll be back tomorrow, and if its that bitch Sheryl

Yeah I told them niggas you sucked my dick hoe

You know how that go, every dog got they day

Bitch you had 3 or 4 though

No Limit Records, supplyin' the world with that dope gangsta ass shit

Y'all know as usual, comin' back with a bomb on y'all ass

Dope ass EP P 99 Ways To Die

Everybody got it

You must have it cause you wouldn't be listenin' to this shit

Master P bout it be, audi five thousand

'Bout to smoke this ol' Spliff on y'all dog ass

Watch this, when the weed stop

Then leave a mother fuckin' message(inhales)boom