[talking]

Shit, yeah I thought ya'll knew 

You start off with young you'll always end up with fiends 

I thought ya'll knew that 

That's way back 

Ca$h Money Records you have the right to remain silent 

Anything you may, can, and will be flipped against ya n you 

If you open up your mouth and give up that right 

Exibit 1 



[Chorus: x2]

The Wet Boys! The Wet Boys! (Put out the fire) 

The Wet Boys! The Wet Boys! (Put out the fire) 

The Wet Boys! The Wet Boys! (Put out the fire) 

The Wet Boys!(Put out the fire) The Wet Boys! (Put out the fire) 



[Verse 1]

Check, who be the boys trackin hits thats guaranteed 

Wig spittaz, hard hittaz, guarenteed to make you bleed 

Now, What kinda boys roll deep in Expeditions 

Down to dirty schemin, ignorant 'n bout flippin 

Now, Who be the boys flyin way from outta town 

Big paper situations, stackin g's year-round 

Now, Who be the boy that got that clout down south 

And goodness pick up when other clowns feel the drought 

Now, Who be the boys don't be bout all dat rappin 

Put dem K's in your mouth and them dumps to leave ya leftin 

Now, what kinda boys roll ya, he bout business 

Droppin, hittin fake souljas, comin up for the quickness 

Now, who be the boys thats got a whole new team 

Big trucks on 22's, the color be green 

Now, who be the boy who grew up on GT 

First soulja makin records, Sporty as can be 



[Chorus: x1]



[Verse 2]

Now, who be that boy checkin into rehab 

Talkin bout he gon' quick {pause} don't make me laugh 



Now all these cars, but they never be use 

Sporty off the showroom flo', givin you clowns tha blues 



Now, who be the boys see men act they don't 

Talkin bout they gon' get me, staight shamin 'n flippin 

Now, who be the boys who ain't gon' let that happen 

Standin up totin gallons, straight baggin my rappin 



[Chorus: x1]



[Verse 3]

Now, who be the boys who got a soulja out that 9 

Call himself Lil Pee Wee and don't mind dyin 

Now, who be the boy who call himself Gotti 

Totes some Mausberg and ready to pump the party 

Now, who be the boys who got a soulja named Slim 

Gonna flip a lil B.G. when he get out the pen 

Now, who be the boys runnin wit the killa cut-throat 

Wicked prime and uzi, peanut and mote 

Now, who be the boy steppin straight from the Grove 

George, Landis, Stan 'n Danny, play the money like hoes 

Now, who be that soulja call himself Dollar Bills 

Smaller than Lil' Wayne head and tote some big steel 

Now, who be the boy call hiself Lil' Caesar 

Quick the sleep more clown then the aids diseases 

Now, what kinda soulja wit Hairy and his people 

Listen to the Cub Scout songs they goin right to sleep-le 

Now, what kinda boys put it all together 

Lock and load them chrome K's and reign like bad weather 

Now, what kinda boys snatch mice and start fusses 

Pull up at local concerts, landin down on big buses 



[Chorus: x2]



[talking]

Ha,(splash!) that's how we doin in (splash!) where I come from (splash!) 

You talkin bout "Get It How U (splash!) Live" 

No,(splash!) "Take It How I Get It" (splash!) ya heard me? (splash!) 

Shiiit, (splash!) it's goin down (splash!) all the time (splash!) 

Ain't nothin changed (splash!) 

Ya'll didn't drag Mystikal (splash!) from the river 

doin him in the back (splash!) of junkyards (splash!)(spash!) 

Now they wanna look at me funny (splash!) 

look I'm comin out hard 

Ha, (Wet) shiiit (Wet), brand-new day 

Step to me I (Wet Wet) dare ya 

Rough era (Wet Wet) 

Wet Boy 

[Wet Wet: x11]