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