Jt Money - ***** Ass Kid And Hoe Ass Play Lyrics
* credited to luke, as it appeared on his album of the aforementioned titleIntro: lukeYo, it's a *****ed-up thing! i gotta bring kid n' play on this mother*****in'Album here, two ***** punk-ass niggas - yo, check this out, what i'ma doIs i'ma go get last year's rookie of the year, jt money of poison clan,This year's rookie of the year, bustdown - yo, bustdown, kick some ofThat west bank shit on these ***** niggas!!Verse 1: bustdownWell, i'm first up as a rhyme conveyorLuke records in the house for the payback, playerKid n' play can suck a dick! get me a mic and a 40And let a real nigga wreck shitTo me you're walking on a tightrope. instead of tryin'To be real, you're steady sweatin' them white folksKeep runnin' your big mouth, but if you come to my hood,You'll get your ***** whipped out!Then i'ma play you to the back seat'cause i'm runnin' more game than a track meet athleteAs if you didn't know, huh, you're dealingWith a west bank dicksman, hoeBut anyway, i got a rhyme to deliverGet your draws out your ass, quit frontin', my nigga'cause if you don't, well you'll keep gettin dissed onAnd if i see you at a show and you're slippin', you're gettin' pissed on!Chorus (4x):[what about kid n' play?][wick-wick-wack!]Verse 2: jt moneyNow for starters, with kids i don't play'cause y'all some *****-ass, punk-ass, coochie niggas anywayJt i the house, niggas, check itTryin' to diss my nigga luke to sell your wack record?Let me talk about the kid. i rememberSome ol' coochie-nigga shit you didWhen we was up in new yorkYou was followin' luke, talkin' 'bout, "we gotta talk!"On that man's dick, got your ass wideOpen and you're talkin' that bullshitBoth movies, i boo 'em, 'cause you had hoes,But you wasn't stickin' pipe to 'emThought they was fantastic. but through theWhole *****in' movie, kid was gettin' his ass kickedAnd 'bout that other nigga play - he needs toGet dissed 'cause he's a punk nigga anywayBe 'round here kissin' hoes, while i'm dissin' hoesAnd stabbin 'em with fishin' polesYou need to try to lay pipe in 'emOh, i forgot - punks don't like womenNow you're tryin' to diss somebodyAt jack the rapper, you was hangin' 'round luke's partiesNow you're outta gas, with two mother*****in'Punk-haters on yo' ass, jt and bustdownNow let's see you hoe niggas get tough nowGet the rubbers out your ass, dick-suckers!...and ***** them ***** mother*****ers.ChorusVerse 3: bustdownNow let me put my boy kid in his placeWith them wick-wack rhymes soundin' like rob base!'cause if i have to come tag that ass,I'ma max, wax, tax and drag that ass!I get sharp like a ice pickI'm on a hype tip, holdin' mic tight as a vice gripYou couldn't deal with the conceptI'm collected and calm, but on the mike i'm a bomb threatSo mother*****ers get realI got a heart like gold and a dick like steelYou wanna diss, punk? please!You got a flat top thicker than commodity cheese!Luke left it up to me and jtTo take it from the bottom to the t-o-pI seen your second house party; it figures:Two house parties for two house-ass niggas!Outro: lukeTwo house mother*****in' niggas. do y'all niggas know what a houseNigga is? a house nigga is a nigga who work in the house. who cleansThe master's ass, who cleans behind the master, who wash the master'sAss. y'all house niggas. i'ma feel niggas, we feel niggas here in miami.That's why y'all niggas can't understand us, y'all *****-niggas talkin' tooMuch shit, y'all niggas better watch what you sayin' 'cause y'all *****-Niggas, y'all don't know, y'all get *****ed up here. yo, check this out -Miami is closed to y'all niggas. y'all barred. y'all can't come here noMore, *****-niggas. y'all can't sell no more records here. and if all realNiggas in the world is real like us, y'all don't buy them *****-niggas' shitNo more. 'cause they ain't shit. ***** punk-ass niggas.
