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How Ya Do Dat

アーティスト:Young Bleed  アルバム:My Balls And My Word 

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(feat. C-Loc, Master P) [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,


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