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Lyrics for Golds in They Mouth by Master P:
| | | Artist: | Master P |
| | Album: | Ghetto Postage | | Track: | Golds in They Mouth | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 212 | | | | 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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