AKickDoe! lyrics

[Intro: Master P]
Yo C-Murder (Boy what's happenin' n*gga)
n*gga you woke?
Keep your eyes on the road n*gga
Pass the weed (Okay)
We gon' head up Interstate 10
We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (That's my n*ggas there)
We gon' get rowdy rowdy and 'bout it 'bout it
We gon' handle our business ('Bout that)
We gon' smoke
We gon' make it back to the N.O.​
'Cause you know whut?
Us South n*ggas don't playa hate
We got love from the South, the East, to the West, to the Nizorth
But it's your time now baby
We gon' handle our business (Handle it)
And we gonna do this sh*t like G's (Like G's)
We gonna represent the gizame
Ya heard me?

[Verse 1: Pimp C]
This game f*cked up, I ain't got no friends
I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top Benz
Ugh, and I'm a trill n*gga (Trill n*gga)
Down to put the .45 to his Hilfiger
Lay it down motherf*cker (Boom) 'cause I'm bustin' for mine
Pack that iron every time and I ain't tryin' dyin'
n*ggas down in Port Arthur (Huh, n*gga what?)
Still think that I'm playin'? (Huh, n*gga what?)
Bust seventeen times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'
UGK and C-Murder, Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)
'Bout to fade the platinum, smoke some dank and some drank
But b*tch love me when I come to your city
Serve my di*k out her pus*y (Ugh) and bust my nuts on her titties
Ugh, it's just a matter of time (Time) before I'm up in your house (House)
With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth
Now get your mind right n*gga (Mind right) and make a pimp rich (What?)
And never put trust in a trick ass b*tch (Trick ass b*tch)
[Chorus]
I'm bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')
Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)
I'm bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')
Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)
I'm bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')
Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)
I'm bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')
Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)

[Verse 2: Bun B]
They try to run up in the manger (Run up)
The home of Bun B
I see me P and C in danger (Danger)
Just like the ATF, Feds, HPD, and Texas Rangers (Rangers)
f*ckin' with me and my Mddl Fngz (Finger)
But dig this sh*t n*gga we ain't strangers (Strangers)
Pull high-calibers and magnums (Mags)
12 gauges, pistols (Pistols)
Hand grenades and land mines (Land mines)
Choppers, rifles and missiles (Missiles)
Some of them b*tches whistle
Some of them b*tches silent
But all them b*tches handle they business
All of them violent
'Bout it 'bout it and dangerous ('Bout it, ugh)
Soldiers that wanna gang with us
Do you thang with us, hang with us
Spit that No Limit slang with us (Nah bruh)
I came to bust every ass in my way 'til it's over
So get the chip off your shoulder
Fix your lip I done told yah
We hold you hostage in your own apartment complex (My n*gga what)
n*gga I can see that you got plex
Sit down and take a contact (My n*gga what)
This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at
The fear in your eyes I see that
b*tch where's the key's and g'z at? (Ugh)
[Chorus]
I'm bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')
Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)
I'm bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')
Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)

[Verse 3: C-Murder and Master P]
Lay it down motherf*cker (Ugh)
Everybody gotta go (What?)
Give me the loot is what I tell 'em
When I kick in the doe'
n*gga I'm mad at the world (World)
For my lack of havin' papers (Paper)
f*ck the law and the cops
'Cause I'm down for a caper (Caper)
Some say we dangerous
Especially when we broke (Ugh)
I'm mo deadly than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope
I just live for confetti ('Fetti)
You see I'm deadly like Freddy (Like Freddy)
You see I run through your house and leave it messy like Betsy
I got too much stress in my head
I wanna take my own life
My last chance is a 211
But it got me thinkin' twice (f*ck that)
It's a drought right now
So these drugs ain't happenin'
And if it wasn't for No Limit
There'd be no money in rappin'
You see my boy had an apartment full of keys and G's
The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze
You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game
Keep your eyes on your enemies
Stack some chips and get out man
Give me a ski-mask, a nine
I'll be a down ass n*gga (What)
And watch me pull a flea-flicker
And make my G's get bigger
If I get caught I'm facin' twenty-five, but that don't mean sh*t (sh*t)
'Cause if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this
n*gga two shots in the air (Haha)
'Cause I ain't bout bein' broke (f*ck that)
And if you 'bout I make a move
n*gga, everybody gotta go (Everybody gotta go)
Just some 'bout it n*ggas from New Orleans (Ugh)
And Texas hooked up (What, my n*gga what)
C-Murder, Master P, and UGK
Now n*gga what?
[Chorus]
I'm bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')
Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)
I'm bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')
Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)
I'm bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')
Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (Go)
I'm bout to pull akickdoe! (Ugh), lay down on the flo' (Flo')
Want the G's and