Tru Records, it's time to wild out now boy It's on...yeah... [Chorus] Betya I can make you bounce to this Betya I can make you clap to this Smokin that green, feelin fine Got me a forty and a fat ass nine Betya I can make you bounce to this Betya I can make you clap to this Smokin that green, feelin fine Got me a forty and a fat ass nine Get at me dog, you know the routine I ain't hard to find, I'm on that thug If the block is hot I be chillin in the shade You can call me on 1-900-break bread Or 1-800-getting paid but don't tell Or imma send Cut Boy to rang yo bell It's a bunch of pit bulls down here in my city That's why I hang with the Cutt Throat Committee Me and Wayne-G in the truck tinted up Got Red in the back and she bout to roll it up The new Jordans bout to drop, you know I gotta cop em Told Curren$y meet me at Footlocker And bring Kernell with you that's my dog too My next phone call went to my nigga Boo And wine and nines cuz that's how we ride Nigga la dadada, la la la la [Chorus] I've been thuggin since I came out the womb Been at battle with these cats like the army platoon Didn't know what dope was, but I was hustling Didn't even know what looking hard was, but I was muggin Didn't even know what pussy was (shiiit), but I was fuckin Little pretty chicken Had her kissin on my stick-en And fist fights, it was anybody's turn I was jabbin, and stickin niggas like Thomas Hearns I'm an early bird, when it was pickin up the trash I was standin in the cut with my stash in a bag I'm bad to the bone, so I'm illegal Used to dream of being a boss like Bugsy Siegal Here I go, here I go, here I go again I want a thug girl ma, you ain't gotta be a ten Just gotta be my friend, and let a playa in And hop in when I spin the Benz (eeerr) [Chorus] I don't think you wanna mess wit Tru ya lil child Why would a nigga call himself Juvenile Like Benny Hill, we slap kids in the head I bet ya scary ass still piss in the bed I'm New Orleans baby, you sweeter than honey This Tru Records city nigga fuck Cash Money I'm C, C-P-3, uptown G I fuck with UNLV, Lil Ya and Tec-G I'm a bad ass Miller boy, a killer boy Get them sea man shoes and put yo ass in a river boy And all those girls that left No Limit on bad terms Keep it up and we gon plant you like earthworms Mystikal (Mystikal), you da hoe Yeah I heard you got fucked before And if anybody out there don't like what I said Let it be known my favorite color is red (blue) [Chorus]
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Copy to Clipboard: Tru Records, it's time to wild out now boy It's on...yeah... [Chorus] Betya I can make you bounce to this Betya I can make you clap to this Smokin that green, feelin fine Got me a forty and a fat ass nine Betya I can make you bounce to this Betya I can make you clap to this Smokin that green, feelin fine Got me a forty and a fat ass nine Get at me dog, you know the routine I ain't hard to find, I'm on that thug If the block is hot I be chillin in the shade You can call me on 1-900-break bread Or 1-800-getting paid but don't tell Or imma send Cut Boy to rang yo bell It's a bunch of pit bulls down here in my city That's why I hang with the Cutt Throat Committee Me and Wayne-G in the truck tinted up Got Red in the back and she bout to roll it up The new Jordans bout to drop, you know I gotta cop em Told Curren$y meet me at Footlocker And bring Kernell with you that's my dog too My next phone call went to my nigga Boo And wine and nines cuz that's how we ride Nigga la dadada, la la la la [Chorus] I've been thuggin since I came out the womb Been at battle with these cats like the army platoon Didn't know what dope was, but I was hustling Didn't even know what looking hard was, but I was muggin Didn't even know what pussy was (shiiit), but I was fuckin Little pretty chicken Had her kissin on my stick-en And fist fights, it was anybody's turn I was jabbin, and stickin niggas like Thomas Hearns I'm an early bird, when it was pickin up the trash I was standin in the cut with my stash in a bag I'm bad to the bone, so I'm illegal Used to dream of being a boss like Bugsy Siegal Here I go, here I go, here I go again I want a thug girl ma, you ain't gotta be a ten Just gotta be my friend, and let a playa in And hop in when I spin the Benz (eeerr) [Chorus] I don't think you wanna mess wit Tru ya lil child Why would a nigga call himself Juvenile Like Benny Hill, we slap kids in the head I bet ya scary ass still piss in the bed I'm New Orleans baby, you sweeter than honey This Tru Records city nigga fuck Cash Money I'm C, C-P-3, uptown G I fuck with UNLV, Lil Ya and Tec-G I'm a bad ass Miller boy, a killer boy Get them sea man shoes and put yo ass in a river boy And all those girls that left No Limit on bad terms Keep it up and we gon plant you like earthworms Mystikal (Mystikal), you da hoe Yeah I heard you got fucked before And if anybody out there don't like what I said Let it be known my favorite color is red (blue) [Chorus]
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