[* Theme Song to Sanford & Son *]
Ha, oh shit, you always goin` to get cha` dick sucked
Ah suck that thang, ha ha
Man that`s a fuckin` rerun, turn the tv off man (Ah shit)
Turn the radio on man, turn the radio on
[* Radio stations being changed *]
It ain`t`nt nothin` on the radio man
Put that fuckin` Master P tape in (repeated to fade)
Yo, there go Master P
[Master P talking]
Ahh, yeah ya know what I`m sayin`
This is for them punk, punk pussy motherfuckers
That didn`t think I could do this, know what I`m sayin
(Sucker ass niggas) Yeah, weak fuckers (AHHHH HAAAA!)
(Yo, yo P man what chu` mean) Yo man I mean this, know what I`m sayin`
(DROP IT!)
[Master P]
From the Master to the crowd that surrounds me
Once the king speaks you suckers better bow behind me
Yeah, royalties and jewels, I stole ya check
Punk motherfuckers wanna get flicked like a Bic (Suckers!)
I`m just fiendin` to kick some ass
So why cross the line when you know you couldn`t pass
Don`t act ignorant cause ya know that I warned ya
Straight from New Orleans but I`m chillin` in Richmond, California
So you suckers better listen when I speak
A brother that`s hard but very unique
Cause the P is one of a kind
Kick some ass, grab the mic, then I go for mine
So cue the lights, turn up the beat, ya know it`s on
All jealous, punk, suckers better run
If ya play like a motherfuckin` saxophone
Get busy y`all, get busy y`all
Yeah I got my home boy Big O
From The Real Untouchables in the motherfuckin` house
And he gon` kick some shit on the motherfuckin` saxophone
(You motherfuckin` right)
[Big O]
It`s my turn to drop some shit with my nigga Master P
And I know all you bitch-type niggas say It couldn`t be
That crazy motherfucker from The Real Untouchables
Yeah it`s me so sit the fuck back while I flow
And let cha` motherfuckers know ya can`t fuck with P
Whoever fucks with him gots to fuck with me
And that will be ya worst nightmare
Ya punk ass me and P will share
Like a hot apple pie
Every time we lyricate niggas start to die
Cause they don`t know how we do it
Ya wanna battle, forgot ya weak ass rhymes, ya blew it
So don`t get solemn after the sax blows
A lot of ya scream the time that I rip ya throat
Comin` like one of them crazy niggas down Center Street
I left the game now I`m chillin` with Master P
The O can carry more than one so ya know it`s on
And ya just got attacked by the maniac and played like a saxophone
Sucker ass bitch-type ass niggas
[Master P]
P once again, bustin` some hype shit
To let cha` motherfuckers know I ain`t bullshitin`
And if ya ever think I am just run up
Hit ya one time, knock ya to ya knees then HUH
And watch that nose bleed DAMN! ya know what I`m sayin`
And wouldn`t give a fuck about doin` time
Cause to me a few days in county like a parade or second line
Chew a crew up, bitch ever tryin` to press his luck
I do a walk-by and leave him dry like a pool puck
And like a mad muscian I will react
Compose ya ass through sounds of a sax
And once that awkward strut starts strollin`
Out on the streets I`m known as young buck and day totin`
My man Grand Master Scratch adds the finishin` touch
From the sax to the table so just chill as my DJ cuts
[* DJ scratching *]
Yo, Sonya C just walked in the house (WHOOOOO!)
And she gon` kick some shit on the motherfuckin` saxophone
Yeah, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO
[Sonya C]
Sonya C in the place and ya know that it`s on
To kick some shit with P on the motherfuckin` saxophone (Uh Oh)
Ya probably tricked me cause ya just didn`t know
That a girl could come soft and hard and still flow
It ain`t what cha` say, it`s how ya say it
And if ya don`t like the motherfuckin` record then don`t play it
[* Music stops *]
