Artist: Master P f/ Big O, Sonya C Album: Getaway Clean Song: Saxophone Typed by: firstname.lastname@example.org [* Theme Song to "Sanford & Son" *] Ha, oh shit, you always goin' to get cha' dick sucked Ah suck that thang, ha ha Man that's a fuckin' rerun, turn the tv off man (Ah shit) Turn the radio on man, turn the radio on [* Radio stations being changed *] It ain't'nt nothin' on the radio man Put that fuckin' Master P tape in (repeated to fade) Yo, there go Master P [Master P talking] Ahh, yeah ya know what I'm sayin' This is for them punk, punk pussy motherfuckers That didn't think I could do this, know what I'm sayin (Sucker ass niggas) Yeah, weak fuckers (AHHHH HAAAA!) (Yo, yo P man what chu' mean) Yo man I mean this, know what I'm sayin' (DROP IT!) [Master P] From the Master to the crowd that surrounds me Once the king speaks you suckers better bow behind me Yeah, royalties and jewels, I stole ya check Punk motherfuckers wanna get flicked like a Bic (Suckers!) 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 ya know that I warned ya Straight from 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, ya know it's on All jealous, punk, suckers better run If ya play like a motherfuckin' saxophone Get busy y'all, get busy y'all Yeah I got my home boy Big O From The Real Untouchables in the motherfuckin' house And he gon' kick some shit on the motherfuckin' saxophone (You motherfuckin' right) [Big O] It's my turn to drop some shit with my nigga Master P And I know all you bitch-type niggas say "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 cha' motherfuckers know ya can't fuck with P Whoever fucks with him gots to fuck with me And that will be ya worst nightmare Ya punk ass me and P will share Like a hot apple pie Every time we lyricate niggas start to die Cause they don't know how we do it Ya wanna battle, forgot ya weak ass rhymes, ya blew it So don't get solemn after the sax blows A lot of ya scream the time that I rip ya throat Comin' like one of them crazy niggas down Center Street I left the game now I'm chillin' with Master P The O can carry more than one so ya know it's on And ya just got attacked by the maniac and played like a saxophone Sucker ass bitch-type ass niggas [Master P] P once again, bustin' some hype shit To let cha' motherfuckers know I ain't bullshitin' And if ya ever think I am just run up Hit ya one time, knock ya to ya knees then HUH And watch that nose bleed DAMN! ya know what I'm sayin' And wouldn't give a fuck about doin' time Cause to me a few days in county like a parade or second line Chew a crew up, bitch ever tryin' to press his luck I do a walk-by and leave him dry like a pool puck And like a mad muscian I will react Compose ya ass through sounds of a sax And once that awkward strut starts strollin' Out on the streets I'm known as young buck and day totin' My man Grand Master Scratch adds the finishin' touch From the sax to the table so just chill as my DJ cuts [* DJ scratching *] Yo, Sonya C just walked in the house (WHOOOOO!) And she gon' kick some shit on the motherfuckin' saxophone Yeah, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO [Sonya C] Sonya C in the place and ya know that it's on To kick some shit with P on the motherfuckin' saxophone (Uh Oh) Ya probably tricked me cause ya just didn't know That a girl could come soft and hard and still flow It ain't what cha' say, it's how ya say it And if ya don't like the motherfuckin' record then don't play it [* Music stops *] Yo, yo what cha' doin' that was hot I wanted to see what's up [* Starts *] So you was smartin' and jackin' to the groove Play that sax and Sonya C makes the crowd move The record pump, suckers jump, imitators get stumped (Ya motherfuckers want some) Now ya suckers better duck and dodge The heat is on but it's only P and I (Watch out) Ya can't fuck with me, I leave ya screamin' Ya want sex, ya must be wet dreamin' Sonya C can duck bitches like a symphony Now ya understand why you can't fuck with me Harmony spreads so ya better move on And if ya duck ya get played like a got damn saxophone [Master P] I wanna take this time just to let you know Two guys and a girl but we all from the ghetto Tryin' to survive the turfs and the game And special lyrics to make sure you understand The life that I live ain't always fun A lot of dark and sometimes there's no 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' the crowd I can come hardcore as the sax player smile Should be the first if ya get stuck Broke like a barn then plucked like a duck Ya mess with P, ya gamble ya life ya dead Ya soul and all ya pieces ya see em' goin' like a saxophone Yeah, ya know what I'm sayin' It ain't where ya from, it's how ya come, know what I'm sayin' Suckers!