Master P - Somethin For The Street Lyrics
Damn silkk keep shaking that mother*****er its bubbling up nowThere it is there it is right thereOk, Im a shake it a little while longerThats the jent their foolVerse 1In the crackhouse cutting up the diggety dopeBreaking down the keys cutting them up like riddick boweGotta cook it up good for the dope fiendsNot too much baking soda gotta keep it crystal cleanAnd just like 7 upShake the shit well till the mother*****er bubble upAnd now its time for the testing of the dopeBring in the junkie and if he choke than its good smokeNow its off to the hood? ? til we open up shop partner but its all goodAnd just in case you wanna find meKing george with the tech 9 standing right behind meSilkk and ed in the benz as the decoyAnd in the 5 lil ric and d-boyC-murder doing time in the county jailIt been two weeks but it feel like 3 yearsFor some player hating snitching *****And after 12 oclock partner we going to handle thisPut they heads on flat like lawerence taylorBullets flying everywhere theyll never find a cap peelerWith the rat-tat-tat rat-tat-tatyIm a criss cross that ass Im not the mack daddyIm a put that ass to sleepAnd its a message from the mother*****ing street(chorus)Something funky for the streetsAnd the niggas and the hoesVerse 2Top down as we ride thru the giggety streetsOg blood in my veins, but they dont know the pCause if they did they be duckingCause where Im from its bout jacking and bustingCatch you slipping that could cost you your grave manTriple gold ones the mark of a dead manSo why you slanging the keys, drinking the gs watch your gsCause in my street youll get jacked in the county streets(chorus)Verse 3Im in the black chev coming down the highwayWith the bump in the trunk leaning sidewayTacked out with my 40 on my side gBumping shit like the ghettos trying to kill meSee in 94 them *****es cant fade meAnd to your dome its a 9 a 380Or make that mac 10 tap dance on that assYou see the no limit mob you better move fastBeing real cause the p dont high side89 did my first *****ing drive-byOpen fire with that deuce deuce on the crowdThey started yelling as the bithces started falling downAll I heard was sirens by the policeRan thru the crowd act liked it wasnt meNiggas in the back of the chev getting chroniced outJust handled our business and we slowly smashed outNow we on the freewayDanked out, just bust caps and we got awayTru gs in the dope gameBut always coming thru with something funky for the streets man(chorus)
