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This is Master P
I'm down here in South Park: Chef Aid
I just put a million dollar reward up
For any information or anybody who know who killed Kenny
Ya heard

(Kenny's dead)
We got to ride tonight
My little homey Kenny died tonight (That's what I said), uhh

Kenny started messin' up, hangin' with the thugs
Cutting class in the fast section, see weed and drugs
And I guess that's how it is when the ghetto got you trapped
But Kenny ain't scared, he seen his pops get his neck snapped
People lie in they sheet on South Park: Chef Aid streets
Where the hoes chill and everybody run from the police
But what I liked about Kenny, he wasn't no Crip or no Blood
And he mumbled when he talked, but he loved that bud

(Kenny's dead)
We got to ride tonight
My little homey Kenny died tonight (That's what I said), uhh

A lot of hopeless nights chasin' nickels and dimes
Kenny rode the other bus to school, but at night, he did crimes
211, 187, it's like a hobby
Kenny slowed his roll, he did three years for a robbery
Some say Kenny was the poorest kid on the street
But picture this, Kenny with about ten G's and a couple of keys, huh
Servin' the dope fiends, standin' on the corner
Moved and worked from New Orleans to Arizona
But it was a trip, Kenny always wondered how he would die
Would it be a car crash, a plane, a gun, or suicide
He knew one day that the rats would come
But he didn't know they was gonna scream, "'Bout it, 'bout it"
And hit him with a shotgun, uhh

(Kenny's dead)
We got to ride tonight
My little homey Kenny died tonight (That's what I said), uhh

A lot of wasted deaths, a lot of senseless crime
But everybody think about what you do out there, because uh
Judgment day is for everybody
Just remember that, uh, we can't take none of this with us
And it's real out here on these streets
I'd love to live like Kenny
But just remember, Kenny wasn't nothin' but a cartoon, huh
Died, he's dead, ain't no comin' back
Ya heard me
Hombre, Master P, No Limit
To the world, baby
Don't get no realer than this
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This is Master P
I'm down here in South Park: Chef Aid
I just put a million dollar reward up
For any information or anybody who know who killed Kenny
Ya heard

(Kenny's dead)
We got to ride tonight
My little homey Kenny died tonight (That's what I said), uhh

Kenny started messin' up, hangin' with the thugs
Cutting class in the fast section, see weed and drugs
And I guess that's how it is when the ghetto got you trapped
But Kenny ain't scared, he seen his pops get his neck snapped
People lie in they sheet on South Park: Chef Aid streets
Where the hoes chill and everybody run from the police
But what I liked about Kenny, he wasn't no Crip or no Blood
And he mumbled when he talked, but he loved that bud

(Kenny's dead)
We got to ride tonight
My little homey Kenny died tonight (That's what I said), uhh

A lot of hopeless nights chasin' nickels and dimes
Kenny rode the other bus to school, but at night, he did crimes
211, 187, it's like a hobby
Kenny slowed his roll, he did three years for a robbery
Some say Kenny was the poorest kid on the street
But picture this, Kenny with about ten G's and a couple of keys, huh
Servin' the dope fiends, standin' on the corner
Moved and worked from New Orleans to Arizona
But it was a trip, Kenny always wondered how he would die
Would it be a car crash, a plane, a gun, or suicide
He knew one day that the rats would come
But he didn't know they was gonna scream, "'Bout it, 'bout it"
And hit him with a shotgun, uhh

(Kenny's dead)
We got to ride tonight
My little homey Kenny died tonight (That's what I said), uhh

A lot of wasted deaths, a lot of senseless crime
But everybody think about what you do out there, because uh
Judgment day is for everybody
Just remember that, uh, we can't take none of this with us
And it's real out here on these streets
I'd love to live like Kenny
But just remember, Kenny wasn't nothin' but a cartoon, huh
Died, he's dead, ain't no comin' back
Ya heard me
Hombre, Master P, No Limit
To the world, baby
Don't get no realer than this
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Writer: CURTIS MAYFIELD, PERCY MILLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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