Master P - Golds In They Mouth Lyrics
[Chorus 2X: 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 gameI'm out that Calliope nigga, bout to let my nuts hangI'm a No Limit Soldier and we running the streetsRespect my hood screaming CP3!Big Boz uptown nigga holding it downMy lil cousin Hot Boy the new mayor of the townC-Murder and Wango got the jets on lockAnd me and Silkk, we the new *****ing keys to the block[Chorus 2X: Master P][Master P]You got the dizzoe? Then meet me by the sizzoeMe and Big Kirk, Uncle Nut, by a fizzoeD and Hoy posted up by the Nolia (ya heard)See Jeeko and Mutsi, they soldiersYou come short in my hood, then you get delt withWe take head shots like Preacher Man, you want feel shitWe throw it off like them boys in TexasLil Jay and Lil Keith, in a chrome grill LexusMe and Green in a NaviJump off boys.. jumping off like it's CaliRoll through the Lou, holla at NellyHad two country girls shaking that thang in a Telly[Chorus 2X: Master P][Master P]Tank tops and bandannas, Low Riders on hammersRolls Royce's and Bentley's on twenty inch SandersATL, on my way to the Gentlemen's ClubJ.D. and Outkast showed me loveSee Trick at the Grammy's, It was wack like the Wammy'sI said, "Where's the baddest bicth?" He said, "Miami." (ha ha)Cause I run with a gang of niggasLike: Big Greg, T-Harris, O.G. and KillaWe roll through the beach, a couple of thugs in the hoodThat bulls off the leash when we up to no goodIt's a party in the projects every first and fifthteenthAnd if you ain't from the hood, then you might get tripled teamed[Chorus 2X: Master P][C-Murder]Down South..Now I'm one of them boys, gatted up from the southChrome toys, tatted up with them golds in my mouthC-Murder (what?) True nigga, thugged out, hustle hardFrom the streets, the CP3, my dogg they'll pull your carRunnig from the cops.. we don't do it.. we dissappearIs tha bad? We second line yo ass up in my cityI'm from the N-O-L-I-M-I-T!Don't give a ***** if you don't like me!Yea, I walk with a lean like I'm on some other shitI'm on top.. you can tell by my clickI'm from the south lil daddy.. can ya dig?Now back the ***** up before I split yo sh....[Chorus 2X: Master P]Shut 'em up, wet 'em upShut 'em up, wet 'em upShut 'em up, wet 'em upShut 'em up, wet 'em upShut 'em up, wet 'em upShut 'em up, wet 'em upShut 'em up, wet 'em upShut 'em up, wet 'em upShut 'em up, wet 'em upShut 'em up, wet 'em upShut 'em up, wet 'em upShut 'em up, wet 'em upShut '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
