Testo Get Away Clean - Master P
Testo della canzone Get Away Clean (Master P), tratta dall'album Get Away Clean
Awwww yeah
You know what I'm sayin'
This is for those punk punk pussy motherfuckers that
Didn't think I could do this, you know what I'm sayin'
Sucka-ass niggas
Yeah, weak fuckers
Yo P, yo P, man, what you mean?
Yo man, I mean this, you know what I'm sayin'
Drop it!
From the master to the crowd that surrounds me
Once the king speak, you suckers better bow to me (Your highness)
Royalties and jewels, I stole your chick
Punk motherfuckers wanna get flicked like a BIC (Sucka)
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 you know that I warned ya
Straight out 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, you know it's on
All jealous punk suckers better run or
Get played like a motherfuckin' saxophone
Yeah, I got my homeboy Big O from the Real
Untouchables in the motherfuckin' house, and he
Gon' kick some shit on the motherfuckin' saxophone
You're motherfuckin' right
It's my turn to drop some shit with my nigga Master P
And I know all you bitch-type-ass niggas sayin' 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 you motherfuckers know you can't fuck with P
Whoever fucks with him gots to fuck with me
And that will be your worst nightmare
Your punk ass, me and P will share
Like a hat off a pie
Every time we lyricate, niggas start to die
'Cause they don't know how we do it
You wanna battle, forgot them weak-ass rhymes? You blew it
So don't get silent as the sax blows
The louder your screams, the tighter I grip your throat
'Cause I'm one of them crazy-ass niggas on 7th Street
I left the gang, now I'm chillin' with Master P
The O will kick ass, no remorse, so you know it's on
And you just got attacked by the maniac and played like a saxophone
Sucka-ass bitch-type-ass niggas
P once again, bustin' some hype shit
To let you motherfuckers know I ain't bullshittin'
And if you ever think I am, just run up
Hit you one time, knock you to your knees, huh
And watch that nose bleed
(Damn) You know what I'm sayin'?
And wouldn't give a fuck about doin' time
'Cause to me a few days in the county
Is like a parade or a second line
To a crew or bitch ever tryna press his luck
I do a walk-by, leave you on the ground like a pooh cup
And like a mad musician, I will react
Compose your ass through sounds of a sax
And once that orchestra starts strollin'
Out on the streets, I'm known as young fuckin' Beethoven
My man Grandmaster Scratch adds the finishing touch
From the sax to the table, so just chill as my DJ cuts
Yo, Sonja C just walked in the house and she gon'
Kick some shit on the motherfuckin' saxophone
Sonja C in the place, and you know that it's on
To kick some shit with P on the motherfuckin' saxophone
You probably trippin' 'cause you just didn't know
That a girl could come soft or hard and still flow
It ain't what you say, it's how you say it
And if you don't like the record, motherfucker, don't play it
Yo, yo, what you, what you doin'? That
Was dope, what happened? Why you stop?
I wanted to see what was up
Sonja was smart and jumped into the groove
Could I say that Sonja C makes the crowd move?
The record pump, suckers jump
Imitators get stumped (You motherfuckers want some?)
Now you suckers better duck and dodge
The heat is on, but it's only P and I (Watch out)
You can't fuck with me, I'll leave you screamin'
You want sex? You must be wet dreamin'
Sonja C could duck bitches like a symphony
Now you understand why you suckers can't fuck with me
Harmony spreads, so you better move on
And if you duck, you get played like a goddamn saxophone
I wanna take this time just to let you know
Two guys and a girl, but we all from the ghetto
Tryna survive the turfs in the game
Explicit lyrics only to make sure you understand
The life that I live ain't always fun
A lot of darkness, sometimes there's no damn sun
Since this is the last verse of this dope song
Master P is about to flow like a motherfuckin' saxophone
Shockin' and rockin' and breakin' and takin' a crowd
I can come hardcore as the sax plays mild
Shift you to first or fifth, you're stuck
Broke like a bum, then plucked like a duck
You mess with P, you gamble your life
You're dead, your soul went on
Peace to Sonja C and Big O and the motherfuckin' saxophone
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'
It ain't where you're from, it's how
You come, you know what I'm sayin'
Sucka
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Writer(s): Rev. Robert Wilkins
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