Young Bleed

Young Bleed - How You Do Dat Album 'my Balls And My Word' lyrics

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[Master P]
       Unngghh, How you do that there (remix), how you do that there
       New Orleans, Baton Rouge How you do that there
       Lafeyette, Lake Charles How you do that there
       Shreveport, Mississippi How you do that there
       Alabama, Atlanta How you do that there
       Florida, Arkansas How you do that there

       [Young Bleed]
       Nigga say who that, heard they want do that
       Run up if you will get yo ass whipped blue black
       My nigga my nerve, fresh out the curb
       Jelly jam and preserve, nothin but balls and my word
       And a mossburg pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
       Whateva my nigga cause young niggaz still dyin
       Hollin bout huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck nigga what
       Full of that weed, planted like a poppy seed
       A slanted and enchanted nigga named Young Bleed party on
       in the jungle, where the murder million mumble for months and days
       Trippin off these blunts we blaze, hell of a high
       And tellin em why, I'ma neva say die, see it my eyes
       And niggaz say I fly like a eagle, see no evil
       And ain't no sequel to this here, this year I'm bailin in the dough
       Supernatural, wit ends, y'all niggaz don't here me though
       But see how they runnin everything on the cool
       But they know I'm fittin to act a fool in this motherfucker

       Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P

       (Young Bleed) Niggaz holla how you do that there
       Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
       (Master P) From Texas to Atlanta, nigga we don't care
       (Young Bleed) Niggaz holla how you do that there
       Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
       (Master P) Missouri, Ohio, nigga we don't care
       (Young Bleed) I hear they holla, how you do that there
       Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
       (Master P) D.C. to tha Valley, nigga we don't care
       (Young Bleed) And niggaz holla how you do that there
       Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
       (Master P) California to Virginia nigga, we don't care

       [Master P]
       See in these streets, anything goes
       My cousin in tha pen hittin that iron gettin swoll
       Sent me a letter said P get yo paper don't trust these hoes
       These niggaz they'll take you, hustlin is a habit
       Young bread cabbage, popcorn and grits nigga tryin to get a rabbit
       What about a nice stallion to slide in, twenty inch Vogues and some candy
       painted to ride in, niggaz flip change in the game cause we soldiers
       Eyes ever red cause a nigga blowin doja
       Tie the black shoe strangs, tight on the Reeboks
       Grab yo ski mask, DKNY, I mean a plastic glock
       Hoes bounce that ass, niggaz get dealt wit
       Keep yo' enemy tight, nigga never thank quick
       Pour out some liquor to tha homies I owe
       R.I.P. to every fuckin rapper, that is gone
       Nigga if you Bout It, scream and you shout it
       It ain't where you from, every nigga get rowdy
       Game get real, nigga guard yo' grill
       Cause in the fuckin ghetto you could lose yo' life foe a dollar bill

       Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P

       (Young Bleed) Niggaz holla how you do that there
       Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
       (Master P) Kentucky, Tennessee, nigga we don't care
       (Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there
       Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
       (Master P) North Carolina, South Carolina, nigga we don't care
       (Young Bleed) Give a fuck niggaz holla how you do that there
       Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
       (Master P) R.U., Utah nigga we don't care
       (Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there
       Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
       (Master P) Arizona, New Mexico, nigga we don't care

       [C-Loc]
       It's wicked, when I kick it, you don't hear me though
       When I hit tha do', best hit it tha flo', time to go
       Pay tha cost, to be tha boss, in this rap shit, about as wicked
       It's gon' get, in tha industry, I be, bringin' tha action
       In this musical fashion, if you don't know fool you betta ask em
       Cause fools that wanna get wit I get wit em
       When I put my gloves on, I'm bout to get gone, so long
       Please mama may I, go out and be a playa, sippin' on Hennessey
       A million bitches want me, my nigga passed tha herb, I took a token
       I'm stayin' true, cuz what eva' he down wit I'm down wit it too
       So don't get full of that alcohol in tha club and thank you bad
       Cuz if ya'll niggas start fuckin' up somebody gon' kick yo ass
       Now who's that makin' that funky noise, it's tha locster comin' through
       Wit all his boyz, fucked up and let a nigga get tha right place in time
       So now foolz I'm goin' fo' mine, motherfuckers ungh

       Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P

       (Young Bleed) Niggaz holla how you do that there
       Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
       (Master P) From New York to Oklahoma nigga we don't care
       (Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there
       Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
       (Master P) Minnesota to Michigan nigga we don't care
       (Young Bleed) Give a fuck niggaz holla how you do that there
       Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
       (Master P) Illinois to Indiana nigga we don't care
       (Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there
       Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care
       (Master P) Cause TRU niggaz is bout it and we don't care
       How we do that there, how we do that there
       how we do that there
       Cause No Limit niggaz bout it and we don't care




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