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Golds In They Mouth



T R U - Golds In They Mouth (feat. Master P) - Текст песни

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(feat. C-Murder)

[Chorus x2: 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 x2: 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 x2: 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 x2: 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 x2: 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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