Jt Money - ***** Ass Kid & Hoe Ass Play Lyrics
* credited to luke, as it appeared on his album of the aforementioned titleIntro: lukeYo, its a *****ed-up thing! I gotta bring kid n play on this mother*****inAlbum here, two ***** punk-ass niggas - yo, check this out, what ima doIs ima go get last years rookie of the year, jt money of poison clan,This years rookie of the year, bustdown - yo, bustdown, kick some ofThat west bank shit on these ***** niggas!!Verse 1: bustdownWell, Im first up as a rhyme conveyorLuke records in the house for the payback, playerKid n play can suck a dick! get me a mic and a 40And let a real nigga wreck shitTo me youre walking on a tightrope. instead of tryinTo be real, youre steady sweatin them white folksKeep runnin your big mouth, but if you come to my hood,Youll get your ***** whipped out!Then ima play you to the back seatcause Im runnin more game than a track meet athleteAs if you didnt know, huh, youre dealingWith a west bank dicksman, hoeBut anyway, I got a rhyme to deliverGet your draws out your ass, quit frontin, my niggacause if you dont, well youll keep gettin dissed onAnd if I see you at a show and youre slippin, youre gettin pissed on!Chorus (4x):[what about kid n play? ][wick-wick-wack!]Verse 2: jt moneyNow for starters, with kids I dont playcause yall some *****-ass, punk-ass, coochie niggas anywayJt I the house, niggas, check itTryin to diss my nigga luke to sell your wack record?Let me talk about the kid. i rememberSome ol coochie-nigga shit you didWhen we was up in new yorkYou was followin luke, talkin bout, we gotta talk!On that mans dick, got your ass wideOpen and youre talkin that bullshitBoth movies, I boo em, cause you had hoes,But you wasnt stickin pipe to emThought they was fantastic. but through theWhole *****in movie, kid was gettin his ass kickedAnd bout that other nigga play - he needs toGet dissed cause hes a punk nigga anywayBe round here kissin hoes, while Im dissin hoesAnd stabbin em with fishin polesYou need to try to lay pipe in emOh, I forgot - punks dont like womenNow youre tryin to diss somebodyAt jack the rapper, you was hangin round lukes partiesNow youre outta gas, with two mother*****inPunk-haters on yo ass, jt and bustdownNow lets see you hoe niggas get tough nowGet the rubbers out your ass, dick-suckers!...and ***** them ***** mother*****ers.ChorusVerse 3: bustdownNow let me put my boy kid in his placeWith them wick-wack rhymes soundin like rob base!cause if I have to come tag that ass,Ima max, wax, tax and drag that ass!I get sharp like a ice pickIm on a hype tip, holdin mic tight as a vice gripYou couldnt deal with the conceptIm collected and calm, but on the mike Im a bomb threatSo mother*****ers get realI got a heart like gold and a dick like steelYou wanna diss, punk? please!You got a flat top thicker than commodity cheese!Luke left it up to me and jtTo take it from the bottom to the t-o-pI seen your second house party; it figures:Two house parties for two house-ass niggas!Outro: lukeTwo house mother*****in niggas. do yall niggas know what a houseNigga is? a house nigga is a nigga who work in the house. who cleansThe masters ass, who cleans behind the master, who wash the mastersAss. yall house niggas. ima feel niggas, we feel niggas here in miami.Thats why yall niggas cant understand us, yall *****-niggas talkin tooMuch shit, yall niggas better watch what you sayin cause yall *****-Niggas, yall dont know, yall get *****ed up here. yo, check this out -Miami is closed to yall niggas. yall barred. yall cant come here noMore, *****-niggas. yall cant sell no more records here. and if all realNiggas in the world is real like us, yall dont buy them *****-niggas shitNo more. cause they aint shit. ***** punk-ass niggas.
