Pussy Ass Kid & Hoe Ass Play

* 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.