| I’mma T.C. soldier, New Orleans stunna |
| If a bitch leave me, I’mma take everything from her |
| Leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya rum up |
| I’mma find me some new pussy, and buy a Four-Runner |
| I walk with a limp, cause my nuts heavy |
| And I like it from the back so hold your butt steady |
| I know I got some big lips, but I ain’t trippin |
| And momma I love pussy, but I ain’t lickin |
| Now prepare yourself for a smooth dickin |
| You don’t want it girl? You don’t know, what you missin |
| I’m the baddest boss nigga walkin, you ain’t heard? |
| I got a team of head busters waitin to give 'em the word |
| I gotta few in the East Coast, a few in the West |
| Down-South to Mid-W, whattup to the rest |
| Can’t forget about the ghetto where they strugglin in debt |
| No matter what I do dawg, I love my set — «Ladies and gentlemen!» |
| Woadie, Wassup, Wodette, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup |
| Set it off in this motherfucker |
| Wodie, Wassup, Wodette, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup |
| Set it off in this motherfucker |
| Wodie, Wassup, Wodette, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup |
| Set it off in this motherfucker |
| Wodie, Wassup, Wodette, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup |
| Set it off in this motherfucker |
| The niggidy niggidy Nile’s in this bitch, get right |
| Fuck what you heard on the street it’s CMR for life |
| Still ridin on dubs, sippin brown and white |
| Jump stupid if you want bitch we gon' clown tonite |
| We got twenty-five choppers in the V.I.P |
| Cristal and 40 yack and a pound of weed |
| I know you wait for me to get drunk, and follow me home |
| Picture what I’mma give you though — a shot to yo' dome |
| Fuck it if your boys gon' be talkin they gon' get hit too |
| I’m really not givin a fuck, long as I get you |
| Jamie, Fresh, Joe, Bubba |
| Ya gotta admit ha, Juvie a motherfucker |
| I’mma general, executin the plan |
| Got a vision of the 3rd Ward, rulinn the land |
| Runnin up on hoes, tellin them to jump in the van |
| Mommy please come break off just me and my man |
| 55% of these niggas is fake |
| The other 45% be handlin they weight |
| 55% of these women is hoes |
| The other 45% be playin they role |
| Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer |
| Take these motherfuckin cuffs off of us |
| We ain’t kill nobody in this car, for us |
| And ridin on 20's is the law for us |
| I ain’t from France, but excuse my french |
| Fuck ya if ya hatin, nigga save that then |
| I been dealin wit you bitches from way back then |
| Plus I kept a fire duck off the lay back in |
| You say my momma played me and J be tight |
| Cause Juvie takin care, so everything alright |
| Bitches see the sliver seraph wit them phat ass pipes |
| Bein followed by some niggas on some bad ass bikes |
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