Kick a**
(Mmm hmm)
C'mon
(Uh huh, mm hmm)
Y'all boys don't know nuttin' 'bout me
(Mm hmm, uh huh)
Ya heard? Ladies and gentlemen
I'ma T.C. soldier, New Orleans stunna
If a b**ch leave me, I'ma take everything from her
Leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya rum up
I'ma find me some new p**sy and buy a Four-Runner
I walk with a limp, 'cause my nuts heavy
And I like it from the back so hold your butt steady
I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin'
And momma I love p**sy, but I ain't lickin'
Now prepare yourself for a smooth dickin'
You don't want it girl? You don't know, what you missin'
I'm the baddest boss ni**a walkin', you ain't heard?
I got a team of head busters waitin' to give 'em the word
I gotta few in the East Coast, a few in the West
Down-South to Mid-W, whattup to the rest
Can't forget about the ghetto where they strugglin' in debt
No matter what I do dawg, I love my set, ladies and gentlemen
Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherf**ker
Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherf**ker
Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherf**ker
Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherf**ker
The niggidy, niggidy Nile's in this b**ch, get right
F**k what you heard on the street it's CMR for life
Still ridin' on dubs, sippin' brown and white
Jump stupid if you want b**ch we gon' clown tonite
We got twenty-five choppers in the V.I.P.
Cristal and 40 yack and a pound of w**d
I know you wait for me to get drunk and follow me home
Picture what I'ma give you though, a shot to yo' dome
F**k it if your boys gon' be talkin' they gon' get hit too
I'm really not givin' a f**k, long as I get you
Jamie, Fresh, Joe, Bubba
Ya gotta admit ha, Juvie a motherf**ker
I'ma general, executin' the plan
Got a vision of the 3rd Ward, rulinn the land
Runnin' up on hoes, tellin' them to jump in the van
Mommy please come break off just me and my man
Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherf**ker
Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherf**ker
Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherf**ker
Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherf**ker
55 percent of these niggaz is fake
The other 45 percent be handlin' they weight
55 percent of these women is hoes
The other 45 percent be playin' they role
Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer
Take these motherf**kin' cuffs off of us
We ain't kill nobody in this car, for us
And ridin' on 20's is the law for us
I ain't from France but excuse my French
F**k ya if ya hatin', ni**a save that then
I been dealin' wit you b**ches from way back then
Plus I kept a fire duck off the lay back in
You say my momma played me and J be tight
'Cause Juvie takin' care, so everything alright
B**ches see the sliver seraph wit them phat a** pipes
Bein' followed by some niggaz on some bad a** bikes
Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherf**ker
Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherf**ker
Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherf**ker
Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherf**ker
