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| Master P Ghetto Postage Golds in They Mouth f/ C-Murder Thanks to beazer316@aol.com for these lyrics. [Chorus 2X: Master P] Them boys from the south.. got golds in they mouth.. Don't trust them when this sun drought.. cause them boys will take you out [Master P] Nigga thuggin' in the hood so I'm still in the game I'm out that Calliope nigga, bout to let my nuts hang I'm a No Limit Soldier and we running the streets Respect my hood screaming CP3! Big Boz uptown nigga holding it down My lil cousin Hot Boy the new mayor of the town C-Murder and Wango got the jets on lock And me and Silkk, we the new fucking keys to the block [Chorus 2X: Master P] [Master P] You got the dizzoe? Then meet me by the sizzoe Me and Big Kirk, Uncle Nut, by a fizzoe D and Hoy posted up by the Nolia (ya heard) See Jeeko and Mutsi, they soldiers You come short in my hood, then you get delt with We take head shots like Preacher Man, you want feel shit We throw it off like them boys in Texas Lil Jay and Lil Keith, in a chrome grill Lexus Me and Green in a Navi Jump off boys.. jumping off like it's Cali Roll through the Lou, holla at Nelly Had two country girls shaking that thang in a Telly [Chorus 2X: Master P] [Master P] Tank tops and bandannas, Low Riders on hammers Rolls Royce's and Bentley's on twenty inch Sanders ATL, on my way to the Gentlemen's Club J.D. and Outkast showed me love See Trick at the Grammy's, It was wack like the Wammy's I said, "Where's the baddest bicth?" He said, "Miami." (ha ha) Cause I run with a gang of niggas Like: Big Greg, T-Harris, O.G. and Killa We roll through the beach, a couple of thugs in the hood That bulls off the leash when we up to no good It's a party in the projects every first and fifthteenth And if you ain't from the hood, then you might get tripled teamed [Chorus 2X: Master P] [C-Murder] Down South.. Now I'm one of them boys, gatted up from the south Chrome toys, tatted up with them golds in my mouth C-Murder (what?) True nigga, thugged out, hustle hard From the streets, the CP3, my dogg they'll pull your car Runnig from the cops.. we don't do it.. we dissappear Is tha bad? We second line yo ass up in my city I'm from the N-O-L-I-M-I-T! Don't give a fuck if you don't like me! Yea, I walk with a lean like I'm on some other shit I'm on top.. you can tell by my click I'm from the south lil daddy.. can ya dig? Now back the fuck up before I split yo sh.... [Chorus 2X: Master P] Shut 'em up, wet 'em up Shut 'em up, wet 'em up Shut 'em up, wet 'em up Shut 'em up, wet 'em up Shut 'em up, wet 'em up Shut 'em up, wet 'em up Shut 'em up, wet 'em up Shut 'em up, wet 'em up Shut 'em up, wet 'em up Shut 'em up, wet 'em up Shut 'em up, wet 'em up Shut 'em up, wet 'em up Shut 'em up (ha ha) This goes out (No Limit!) to the east and the west. I told y'all! (ha ha) What! What! What! What! What! We thuggin'. Put 'em up! Thuggin' with them gold teeth. Where them thug girls with them golds? Where y'all at whodi? And y'all niggas with that wanna be platinum shit, y'all know that's whit gold nigga! (ha ha) |
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