Hoody Hoo
(Master P
Don't make me call the dogs (use my ghetto code
Oh, we got beef? (Hoody Hoo
I represent the dirty sout
For all my thugs and thugettes out ther
To the worl
Get rowdy rowdy, bout it bout it (Where they at?
Where the tru thugs at
4 or 5 hummers, Burban, Jag for the summe
SS sittin 20's but I ain't no muthafuckin stunte
Grab the gat, where they at, rat-tat-tat-ta
I represent the 3rd war
You a rookie, I'm a vet, you the captain, I'm the crunc
You got that dinner, I got the lunch, hit the weed, pass the blunt
Your eyes red, you got the munchie
How you like me now, gold teeth when I smil
Try to take me out the ghetto but I'm still buckwil
(Chorus
So buckle up nigga, knuckle up nigg
(Hoody Hoo!) That's the code for them killa
(Hoody Hoo!) Buckle up, knuckle up (What you wanna do?
(Hoody Hoo!) Buckle up, knuckle up (What you wanna do?
(Hoody Hoo!) Buckle up, knuckle up (What you wanna do?
(Hoody Hoo!) Buckle up, knuckle up (What you wanna do?
(Hoody Hoo!) Buckle up, knuckle up (What you wanna do?
(Silkk the Shocker
One for the money, two for the sho
Three for my niggaz, four to g
When I hear hoody hoo it's time to rid
Let nothin slide, let nothin g
If you bout your paper then scream (Hoody Hoo!
If you don't fuck with them haters scream (Hoody Hoo!
If you about big thangs then scream (Hoody Hoo!
If about havin thangs the scream (Hoody Hoo!
(Master P
Whoa, hold on lil daddy, watch my fee
I know you gettin rowdy and everythin
KL, bring that beat bac
(Silkk the Shocker
Drop the hot shi
So I can cop the new shit, the blue si
Niggaz hatin these day
So guess what, I bulletproofed i
N-O-L-I-M-I to the T nigg
TRU is who we be nigg
Then scream if you with me nigg
(Chorus
(C-Murder
Straight from the South, got them golds in my mout
Converse on my fee
Thug girls bounce dat ass to the bea
We be No Limit niggaz, and we rowd
We come to the club and get the motherfucker wildi
Fuck, I been to the street
Rest in peace to my peep
Stay at home if you weak, gotta hustle just to ea
And the pound put it down, all them girls can't tel
TRU niggaz make mail, all them haters go to hel
Throw 'em up Uptown, all the way to Downtow
You might get clowned, so you better pack a roun
TRU niggaz want it all, we gon' ball till we fal
Put my tank on the wall, Hoody Hoo be call, nigg
(Chorus to fade)
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