JT Money - Pussy Ass Kid Hoe Ass Play Lyrics

* credited to luke, as it appeared on his album of the aforementioned title



Intro: luke



Yo, its a f*cked-up thing! I gotta bring kid n play on this motherf*ckin

Album here, two pussy punk-ass niggas - yo, check this out, what ima do

Is 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 of

That west bank shit on these f*ck niggas!!



Verse 1: bustdown



Well, Im first up as a rhyme conveyor

Luke records in the house for the payback, player

Kid n play can suck a dick! get me a mic and a 40

And let a real nigga wreck shit

To me youre walking on a tightrope. instead of tryin

To be real, youre steady sweatin them white folks

Keep runnin your big mouth, but if you come to my hood,

Youll get your asshole whipped out!

Then ima play you to the back seat

cause Im runnin more game than a track meet athlete

As if you didnt know, huh, youre dealing

With a west bank dicksman, hoe

But anyway, I got a rhyme to deliver

Get your draws out your ass, quit frontin, my nigga

cause if you dont, well youll keep gettin dissed on

And 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 money



Now for starters, with kids I dont play

cause yall some f*ck-ass, punk-ass, coochie niggas anyway

Jt I the house, niggas, check it

Tryin to diss my nigga luke to sell your wack record?

Let me talk about the kid. i remember

Some ol coochie-nigga shit you did

When we was up in new york

You was followin luke, talkin bout, "we gotta talk!"

On that mans dick, got your ass wide

Open and youre talkin that bullshit

Both movies, I boo em, cause you had hoes,

But you wasnt stickin pipe to em

Thought they was fantastic. but through the

Whole f*ckin movie, kid was gettin his ass kicked

And bout that other nigga play - he needs to

Get dissed cause hes a punk nigga anyway

Be round here kissin hoes, while Im dissin hoes

And stabbin em with fishin poles

You need to try to lay pipe in em

Oh, I forgot - punks dont like women

Now youre tryin to diss somebody

At jack the rapper, you was hangin round lukes parties

Now youre outta gas, with two motherf*ckin

Punk-haters on yo ass, jt and bustdown

Now lets see you hoe niggas get tough now

Get the rubbers out your ass, dick-suckers!

...and f*ck them pussy motherf*ckers.



Chorus



Verse 3: bustdown



Now let me put my boy kid in his place

With 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 pick

Im on a hype tip, holdin mic tight as a vice grip

You couldnt deal with the concept

Im collected and calm, but on the mike Im a bomb threat

So motherf*ckers get real

I got a heart like gold and a dick like steel

You wanna diss, punk?please!

You got a flat top thicker than commodity cheese!

Luke left it up to me and jt

To take it from the bottom to the t-o-p

I seen your second house party; it figures:

Two house parties for two house-ass niggas!



Outro: luke



Two house motherf*ckin niggas. do yall niggas know what a house

Nigga is?a house nigga is a nigga who work in the house. who cleans

The masters ass, who cleans behind the master, who wash the masters

Ass. yall house niggas. ima feel niggas, we feel niggas here in miami.

Thats why yall niggas cant understand us, yall f*ck-niggas talkin too

Much shit, yall niggas better watch what you sayin cause yall f*ck-

Niggas, yall dont know, yall get f*cked up here. yo, check this out -

Miami is closed to yall niggas. yall barred. yall cant come here no

More, f*ck-niggas. yall cant sell no more records here. and if all real

Niggas in the world is real like us, yall dont buy them f*ck-niggas shit

No more. cause they aint shit. pussy punk-ass niggas.