211 Lyrics

Hey p man
Remember that shit last year you was talking bout that
Bloody murder shit
Won't you kick some more of that shit

Verse 1

Jumped out the chev mean mugged at some s*cker punks
King flashed the gauge, them hoes didn't want no pub
So they smashed off hella quick
Why them hoes was leaving me and sonja c was plotting some gangster shit
So put this nine up in your bra strap
And when we get inside this liquor store keep your eyes up on them japs

Sonya c:
So get your hands up in the air trick
And break me off some cash cause sonya c's a trigger happy bitch
So don't be talking that f**king japanese
Understand it's a jack give up the cash or you'll be swish cheese

Master p:
Touch the button and i'ma hurt you bitch
Why you had to and make p get his hands dirty trick
And that'll be some f**king more shit
Sonya c grab the tape cause we ain't leaving no f**king evidence
The next day the paper reads no leads

Sonya c:
Just a bunch of dead motherf**king japanese
Master p:
Jumped in the car and backed to the rich
Bonnie and clyde or should I say gangsta shit

(chorus)
A motherf**king 211
We needed cash we robbed the liquor store

Verse 2

I'm getting chronicked out or should I say f**ked up
? ? one g and it's three of us
I seen my face on the news and it's time to chill
But I can't cause I got too many f**king bills
Grabbed my glock it only had three bullets trick
But if I run out I ain't tripping I'll choke a bitch
Walked in the corner liquor store with my 44
Played it cool bought a snapple man f**k them hoes
He opened the register I tried to do his a*s
I ain't tripping cause the p wasn't wearing a mask
Blew out some chronic, showed no remorse
Told them hoes get they a*s on the figgety floor
Snatched the cash and my pistol still smoking
Left them hoes like the raiders left oakland

(chorus)

Verse 3

Cali g had the chronic without no zig zag
Hold on partner I'm gone go get some f**king zags
Now I'm off to the liquor store
And just in case it be some funk, I'm gone bring my 44
Now you know the p don't take no shit
But this arab started following me
Like I was gone steal some shit
He was strapped so I had to think quick
Put my 44 to the head of this bitch
Drop your pistol or she's dead man
Slowly put your hands up in the air
Lets play a little f**king game
Simon say open the register hoe
His bitch looked it good so I told her to s*ck my 44
He got jealous tried to jump I hit him with the pump
Put more cash in my pockets than donald trump
And I'm off to the freeway real fast
Got damn, forgot cali's zig zags

(chorus)

-alright you inmate double o 652
Get your a*s back in that cell boy
-damn, now y'all know crime do pay
But you don't always get away