(feat. Big O, Sonya C)
[Theme Song to "Sanford & Son"]
Ha, oh %#@!, you always goin' to get cha' dick sucked

Ah suck that thang, ha ha
Man that's a $#&@in' rerun, turn the tv off man (Ah %#@!)
Turn the radio on man, turn the radio on


[Radio stations being changed]
It ain't'nt nothin' on the radio man

Put that $#&@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 #~!!@ mother$#&@ers
That didn't think I could do this, know what I'm sayin
(Sucker $$# ^!$$%s) Yeah, weak $#&@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 suckers better bow behind me

Yeah, royalties and jewels, I stole ya check
Punk mother$#&@ers wanna get flicked like a Bic (Suckers!)
I'm just fiendin' to kick some $$#

So why cross the line when you know you couldn't pass
Don't act ignorant cause ya know that I warned ya
Straight from New Orleans but I'm chillin' in Richmond, California

So you suckers better listen when I speak
A brother that's hard but very unique
Cause the P is one of a kind

Kick some $$#, grab the mic, then I go for mine
So cue the lights, turn up the beat, ya know it's on
All jealous, punk, suckers better run

If ya play like a mother$#&@in' saxophone

Get busy y'all, get busy y'all

Yeah I got my home boy Big O
From The Real Untouchables in the mother$#&@in' house
And he gon' kick some %#@! on the mother$#&@in' saxophone

(You mother$#&@in' right)

[Big O]

It's my turn to drop some %#@! with my ^!$$% Master P
And I know all you (*##$-type ^!$$%s say "It couldn't be"
That crazy mother$#&@er from The Real Untouchables

Yeah it's me so sit the $#&@ back while I flow
And let cha' mother$#&@ers know ya can't $#&@ with P
Whoever $#&@s with him gots to $#&@ with me

And that will be ya worst nightmare
Ya punk $$# me and P will share
Like a hot apple pie

Every time we lyricate ^!$$%s start to die
Cause they don't know how we do it
Ya wanna battle, forgot ya weak $$# 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 ^!$$%s 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

Sucker $$# (*##$-type $$# ^!$$%s

[Master P]

P once again, bustin' some hype %#@!
To let cha' mother$#&@ers know I ain't bull%#@!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 $#&@ about doin' time

Cause to me a few days in county like a parade or second line
Chew a crew up, (*##$ 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 $$# 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 %#@! on the mother$#&@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 %#@! with P on the mother$#&@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 mother$#&@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, suckers jump, imitators get stumped
(Ya mother$#&@ers want some)
Now ya suckers better duck and dodge
The heat is on but it's only P and I (Watch out)
Ya can't $#&@ with me, I leave ya screamin'
Ya want sex, ya must be wet dreamin'

Sonya C can duck (*##$es like a symphony
Now ya understand why you can't $#&@ 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 mother$#&@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' Suckers!