Master P - Playaz From The South ( Dirty ) [ HQ ] Ft. Silkk The Shocker & UGK + Lyrics ! video free download

Exclusive Uncensored Explicit ( Best Quality ) Video Version..From The 1995 Album : Down South Hustlers: Bouncin' And Swingin'

"Playaz From the South"

[U.G.k]

Ya, hahaha...Well Iive & direct, break yo

kneck to get a peep of a TRU & livin' goddamn fool. I came to sweep

you off your goddamn feet, now pass that sweet & get back, lookin'

for action, retaliation, that's where that shit at. Click clack

goes that pistol, bullets couldn't win, make a fucked up ass

whistle, you know it's yo dismisal. Now this will nip it in

tha bud, for my brothaz in tha pen, everyday I gots ta bust 2 nuts, nigga

whut? I put it down, keep puttin it down, so I advice hoes to

not fuck around, it's that underground. Bitch you couldn't cut

tha sound, would blow up, hold up, wrong move, but it's time

to call tha first family to handle these niggaz. Cuz we are

tha worst, you bitch niggaz laid your eyez on, I'm so fosho that

these G'z goin' fo', fo' fo, & blow fo' blow. It's Silkk,

Master P, & U.G.K front door, front row, slow it down hoe, you know?

[Chorus:]

Playaz from tha south stack gee'z, flippin' tight

on that white with that candy on them gold D'z [x4]

[Master P]

Foolz hate tha P cuz I'm bout it {bout it}

I got them black soldierz owned & I'm rowdy. Ready to bust on tha

nigga that talkin' shit, I'm bad like Jason, don't compare me with them other niggaz, cuz i aint free basin'.ya'll niggaz

gone off that fried black. I had fucked mo' niggaz in tha game

then a quarter bag. I got them g'z i'm killin them keyz, I'm

fuckin them devil done deeds, I'm trippin them keyz, tryna' make

this dope into quarter keyz. Ask me where I'm from, New Orleans

{New Orleans} Where them niggaz in tha projects be ballin'

slangin' that Iceberg & Plirens, runnin' from tha sirens{sirens}

Don't know how to completely work tha fuck outta triple beam.

Eliminate niggaz like Kelgon{Kelgon} if there was a muthafuckin'

band I'd be a Baraton{Baraton}. C tha P is from that muthafuckin'

Callio{Callio} where them niggaz who bootin' up & have gold teeth

don't give a fuck bout a hoe{hoe}, & niggaz stuntin' on that wata

wata{wata wata}. We bout it bout it, don't give a fuck bout seeing

no muthafuckin' tomorrow, & won't stop, send me to tha pen, I won't

stop till them muthafuckin' saints go marchin' in.

[Chorus]

[Silkk]

1-2-3, you know Silkk a G (a G) all about

that muthafuckin' mayo (mayo). Gold on my ride, front back

side 2 side, you know a nigga all about tha sells. I'm in front

of tha nigga that front, nigga ask yo bitch ass to come. I'm

from that 3rd Ward (uptown) in other words I run this shit iight,

chill. For them niggaz that boast, I'll be like Blast 'em (blast em)

WAtch tha ground, before it gets full of smoke, & watch how it goes

like faster. Shit aint gonna fuckin' change nigga, I think not,

cuz I be on tha same block, same house, same spot, same glock, but

more rock. Fuck whut ya heard, recognize whut I be sayin', but y'all

I aint never gonna die, so when U.G.K, Master P, & I be Down South

Hustlin', I wasn't surprised. Cuz I be tha man ta stand, I'm

bound ta make a mil. Whoomp there it is, y'all haven't heard, but

y'all bitches will. Believe me, I got 2 for 3, 4 for 5, hollah

at ya boy if ya need, & bitch I'm out (fading)

[chorus]

[Pimp C]

Now if you gave me a sweet for every

bitch that I fuck, you have to bring 4 18 wheelers, fill em from

back to front. I'm Pimp C bitch, ain't no mistakin', niggaz

tryin' to get tha cheeze, but bitch I be gettin' bacon. Would

it candy just an every day thang rubb'n butt, because you like

tha way that my 5 wheel & that grill look. Cuz I be comin' down,

nigga my heart be TRU, I'm fuckin' ya boo, I'm bumpin' that screw, nigga

whut up wit chu? I lived & wept fo ya nigga he had it comin'.

I represent my shit, cuz nigga I can't be no hoe, & just

because we do proform, bitches be thankin' we don't have a fuckin'

pocket full of stones. I da drug deala with killaz, sip syrup

with murderaz, keep the food in my mouth incase you bitches ain't

heard of us. Nigga, I live for tha bush, I live for tha crush,

I'm down with rich & royal & the muthafuckin' flush, whut?? Ya,

tha muthafuckin' organize noise boy, wassup?

[chorus]

[Pimp C in background talkin]