Pussy Ass Kid & Hoe Ass Play Lyrics

* credited to luke, as it appeared on his album of the aforementioned title

Intro: luke

Yo, it's a f**ked-up thing! I gotta bring kid n' play on this motherf**kin'
Album here, two pus*y punk-a*s niggas - yo, check this out, what i'ma do
Is 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 of
That west bank shit on these f**k niggas!!

Verse 1: bustdown

Well, I'm first up as a rhyme conveyor
Luke records in the house for the payback, player
Kid n' play can s*ck a d**k! get me a mic and a 40
And let a real nigga wreck shit
To me you're walking on a tightrope. instead of tryin'
To be real, you're steady sweatin' them white folks
Keep runnin' your big mouth, but if you come to my hood,
You'll get your a*shole whipped out!
Then i'ma play you to the back seat
'cause I'm runnin' more game than a track meet athlete
As if you didn't know, huh, you're dealing
With a west bank d**ksman, hoe
But anyway, I got a rhyme to deliver
Get your draws out your a*s, quit frontin', my nigga
'cause if you don't, well you'll keep gettin dissed on
And 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 money

Now for starters, with kids I don't play
'cause y'all some f**k-a*s, punk-a*s, coochie niggas anyway
Jt I the house, niggas, check it
Tryin' to diss my nigga luke to sell your wack record?
Let me talk about the kid. i remember
Some ol' coochie-nigga shit you did
When we was up in new york
You was followin' luke, talkin' 'bout, "we gotta talk!"
On that man's d**k, got your a*s wide
Open and you're talkin' that bullshit
Both movies, I boo 'em, 'cause you had hoes,
But you wasn't stickin' pipe to 'em
Thought they was fantastic. but through the
Whole f**kin' movie, kid was gettin' his a*s kicked
And 'bout that other nigga play - he needs to
Get dissed 'cause he's a punk nigga anyway
Be 'round here kissin' hoes, while I'm dissin' hoes
And stabbin 'em with fishin' poles
You need to try to lay pipe in 'em
Oh, I forgot - punks don't like women
Now you're tryin' to diss somebody
At jack the rapper, you was hangin' 'round luke's parties
Now you're outta gas, with two motherf**kin'
Punk-haters on yo' a*s, jt and bustdown
Now let's see you hoe niggas get tough now
Get the rubbers out your a*s, d**k-s*ckers!
...and f**k them pus*y motherf**kers.

Chorus

Verse 3: bustdown

Now let me put my boy kid in his place
With them wick-wack rhymes soundin' like rob base!
'cause if I have to come tag that a*s,
I'ma max, wax, tax and drag that a*s!
I get sharp like a ice pick
I'm on a hype tip, holdin' mic tight as a vice grip
You couldn't deal with the concept
I'm collected and calm, but on the mike I'm a bomb threat
So motherf**kers get real
I got a heart like gold and a d**k like steel
You wanna diss, punk? please!
You got a flat top thicker than commodity cheese!
Luke left it up to me and jt
To take it from the bottom to the t-o-p
I seen your second house party; it figures:
Two house parties for two house-a*s niggas!

Outro: luke

Two house motherf**kin' niggas. do y'all niggas know what a house
Nigga is? a house nigga is a nigga who work in the house. who cleans
The master's a*s, who cleans behind the master, who wash the master's
a*s. 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 f**k-niggas talkin' too
Much shit, y'all niggas better watch what you sayin' 'cause y'all f**k-
Niggas, y'all don't know, y'all get f**ked up here. yo, check this out -
Miami is closed to y'all niggas. y'all barred. y'all can't come here no
More, f**k-niggas. y'all can't sell no more records here. and if all real
Niggas in the world is real like us, y'all don't buy them f**k-niggas' shit
No more. 'cause they ain't shit. pus*y punk-a*s niggas.

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