Sonya C - 211 lyrics

Hey P man Remember that sh** last year you was talking bout that Bloody murder sh** Won't you kick some more of that sh** Verse 1 Jumped out the Chev mean mugged at some s**er punks King flashed the gauge, them hoes didn't want no funk So they smashed off hella quick Why them hoes was leaving me and Sonja C was plotting some gangster sh** So put this nine up in your bra strap And when we get inside this liquor store keep your eyes up on them Japs Sonya C: So get your hands up in the air trick And break me off some cash cause Sonya C's a trigger happy b**h So don't be talking that f**ing Japanese Understand its a jack give up the cash or you'll be swiss cheese Master P: Touch the bu*ton and I'ma hurt you b**h Why you had to and make P get his hands dirty trick And that'll be some f**ing more sh** Sonya C grab the tape cause we ain't leaving no f**ing evidence The next day the paper reads no leads Sonya C: Just a bunch of dead motherf**ing Japanese Master P: Jumped in the car and back to the Rich Bonnie and Clyde or should I say gangsta sh** (Chorus) A motherf**ing 211 We needed cash we robbed the liquor store Verse 2 I'm getting chronic-eyed or should I say f**ed up Count my cash it's one G and it's three of us I seen my face on the news and its time to chill But I can't cause I got too many f**ing bills Grabbed my Glock it only had three bullets trick But if I run out I ain't tripping I'll choke a b**h Walked in the corner liquor store with my .44 Played it cool bought a Snapple man f** them hoes He opened the register I tried to do his a** I ain't tripping cause the P wasn't wearing a mask Blew out some chronic, showed no remorse Told them hoes get they a** on the figgety floor Snatched the cash and my pistol still smoking Left them hoes like the Raiders left Oakland (Chorus) Verse 3 Cali G had the chronic without no zig zags Hold on partner I'ma go get some f**ing zags Now I'm off to the liquor store And just in case it be some funk, I'm gone bring my .44 Now you know the P don't take no sh** But this A-rab started following me Like I was gone steal some sh** He was strapped so I had to think quick Put my .44 to the head of this b**h Drop your pistol or she's dead man Slowly put your hands up in the air Lets play a little f**ing game Simon say open the register ho His b**h lookin' good so I told her to s** my .44 He got jealous tried to jump I hit him with the pump Put more cash in my pockets than Donald Trump And I'm off to the freeway real fast Got damn, forgot Cali's zig zags (Chorus) -Alright you inmate double o 652 Get your a** back in that cell boy -damn, now ya'll know crime do pay But you don't always get away