Master P - No Way Jose lyrics
rate meP back, I don’t fuck with no snitches main
That jose could say go shit nigga, this ain’t the oakland aid
We get rid of niggas if they come playin like that
I’m bout my paper nigga
[Hook] x 2
I talk that brick talk, so bring that 4 way
Don’t bring that stepped on, no way jose
If you got a zip, then bring that ok
Don’t bring that flat shit
No way jose, no way jose
No way jose, no way jose
No way jose, no way jose
I’m riding round here getting it, the first key for 30
Gotta plug on these cheekies, gotta be up early
My cousin whippin on that white, call that bitch molly
Keep that pistol on me cause ain’t nobody smilin
Nigga try to play me, I don’t take no shorts
This this ain’t a date, you can’t get no change of hearts
You got 4 ways to flip it, a duffle bag of that money
You ain’t right with my chains, nigga them young niggas be comin
We don’t fuck with no snitches, all about that paper
Battles on that molly we a body bag them haters
All I wear is louie, all the rock is louie
Free c murder and fuck the grand jury!
[Hook] x 2
I talk that brick talk, so bring that 4 way
Don’t bring that stepped on, no way jose
If you got a zip, then bring that ok
Don’t bring that flat shit
No way jose, no way jose
No way jose, no way jose
No way jose, no way jose
Niggas talk that brick talk, bend up 2 falls
Them bricks they rerock, we still gonn get it all
Find my whip up a quarter brick, my young niggas with the shit
A fuck never bad bitches, eat pussy and sucking dick
We been flexin and trickin niggas, a half to a whole thang
1 to a 2, with the profit will pick your brain
3 bitches cookin naked, I ship it I whip it ready
My truck was on 26’s, now it’s on 27’s
Get on dope and no limit, yes dub that shit is authentic
Know we was down for a minute, but I hit licks for a living
You niggas talk that brick talk, that ain’t molly, that’s bad son
So I got 4 ways whatever, you niggas talkin my head off
[Hook] x 2
I talk that brick talk, so bring that 4 way
Don’t bring that stepped on, no way jose
If you got a zip, then bring that ok
Don’t bring that flat shit
No way jose, no way jose
No way jose, no way jose
No way jose, no way jose
I don’t know much bout these niggas, could be robbers or coppers
If it can’t look me in my eyes, then he disguised, an impostor, I’m saying
I’m block choppin, my bitch a doctor, my legal plate
My shrimp and lobster stick on my plate that’s everyday
On whippin, flippin, I’m on a mission, I’m trickin tickets
I’m driving, I’m flying, I’m swimming, I get posted with it
I’m coasted with it, left the pussy, I’m supposed to miss it
You sleepin dreamin and growin with it
She hoing with it
I drop a pack loud on my back the hoe gonn go and get it
She know what’s up, when we double up, we goin missin
The blow torrific, client flyin and the money pitchin
And when we finish, blowin up so they never forget it
[Hook] x 2
I talk that brick talk, so bring that 4 way
Don’t bring that stepped on, no way jose
If you got a zip, then bring that ok
Don’t bring that flat shit
No way jose, no way jose
No way jose, no way jose
No way jose, no way jose.
