Master P - Saxophone lyrics

[Theme Song to "Sanford & Son"] Ha, oh sh**, you always goin' to get cha' dick s**ed Ah s** that thang, ha ha Man that's a f**in' rerun, turn the tv off man (Ah sh**) Turn the radio on man, turn the radio on [Radio stations being changed] It ain't'nt nothin' on the radio man Put that f**in' 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 p**y motherf**ers That didn't think I could do this, know what I'm sayin (s**er a** n***as) Yeah, weak f**ers (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 s**ers better bow behind me Yeah, royalties and j**els, I stole ya check Punk motherf**ers wanna get flicked like a Bic (s**ers!) I'm just fiendin' to kick some a** So why cross the line when you know you couldn't pa** Don't act ignorant cause ya know that I warned ya Straight from New Orleans but I'm chillin' in Richmond, California So you s**ers better listen when I speak A brother that's hard but very unique Cause the P is one of a kind Kick some a**, grab the mic, then I go for mine So cue the lights, turn up the beat, ya know it's on All jealous, punk, s**ers better run If ya play like a motherf**in' saxophone Get busy y'all, get busy y'all Yeah I got my home boy Big O From The Real Untouchables in the motherf**in' house And he gon' kick some sh** on the motherf**in' saxophone (You motherf**in' right) [Big O] It's my turn to drop some sh** with my n***a Master P And I know all you b**h-type n***as say "It couldn't be" That crazy motherf**er from The Real Untouchables Yeah it's me so sit the f** back while I flow And let cha' motherf**ers know ya can't f** with P Whoever f**s with him gots to f** with me And that will be ya worst nightmare Ya punk a** me and P will share Like a hot apple pie Every time we lyricate n***as start to die Cause they don't know how we do it Ya wanna battle, forgot ya weak a** 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 n***as 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 s**er a** b**h-type a** n***as [Master P] P once again, bustin' some hype sh** To let cha' motherf**ers know I ain't bullsh**in' 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 f** about doin' time Cause to me a few days in county like a parade or second line Chew a crew up, b**h 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 a** 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 sh** on the motherf**in' saxophone Yeah, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO [Sonya C] Sonya C in the place and ya know that it's on To kick some sh** with P on the motherf**in' 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 motherf**in' 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, s**ers jump, imitators get stumped (Ya motherf**ers want some) Now ya s**ers better duck and dodge The heat is on but it's only P and I (Watch out) Ya can't f** with me, I leave ya screamin' Ya want s**, ya must be wet dreamin' Sonya C can duck b**hes like a symphony Now ya understand why you can't f** 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 motherf**in' 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' s**ers!