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Golds in Mouth Lyrics
[Chorus 2X: P]
Them boys from the south.. got golds in mouth..
Don't trust them when sun drought..
cause boys will take you out

P]
Nigga thuggin' in the hood so I'm in the game
I'm out that Calliope nigga, bout to let my nuts
I'm a No Limit Soldier and we the streets
my hood screaming CP3!
Big Boz nigga holding it down
My lil cousin Hot Boy the new mayor of the
and Wango got the jets on lock
And me and Silkk, we the new keys to the block

2X: Master P]

P]
You got the dizzoe? Then me by the sizzoe
Me and Big Kirk, Nut, by a fizzoe
D and Hoy up by the Nolia (ya heard)
See Jeeko and Mutsi, they
You come in my hood, then you get delt with
We take head shots like Preacher Man, you feel shit
We throw it off like boys in Texas
Lil Jay and Lil Keith, in a chrome grill
Me and Green in a
Jump off boys.. off like it's Cali
Roll through the Lou, at Nelly
Had two country girls shaking thang in a Telly

2X: Master P]

P]
Tank tops and bandannas, Low on hammers
Rolls Royce's and Bentley's on inch Sanders
ATL, on my way to the Club
J.D. and Outkast me love
See at the Grammy's, It was wack like the Wammy's
I said, 'Where's the baddest He said, 'Miami.' (ha ha)
Cause I run with a of niggas
Like: Big Greg, T-Harris, O.G. and
We roll the beach, a couple of thugs in the hood

That bulls off the leash when we up to no
a party in the projects every first and fifthteenth
And if you ain't the hood, then you might get tripled

[Chorus 2X: P]

South..
Now I'm one of them boys, gatted up from the
Chrome toys, tatted up with them golds in my
C-Murder (what?) True nigga, thugged out, hard
the streets, the CP3, my dogg they'll pull your car
Runnig from the cops.. we do it.. we dissappear
Is tha bad? We second line yo ass up in my
I'm the N-O-L-I-M-I-T!
give a f**k if you don't like me!
Yea, I with a lean like I'm on some other shit
I'm on top.. you can by my click
I'm from the south lil daddy.. can ya
Now back the f**k up I split yo sh....

2X: Master P]

'em up, wet 'em up
'em up, wet 'em up
'em up, wet 'em up
'em up, wet 'em up
'em up, wet 'em up
'em up, wet 'em up
'em up, wet 'em up
'em up, wet 'em up
'em up, wet 'em up
'em up, wet 'em up
'em up, wet 'em up
'em up, wet 'em up
'em up (ha ha)

This goes out (No Limit!) to the and the west.
I y'all! (ha ha) What! What! What! What! What!
We thuggin'. Put 'em up! with them gold teeth.
them thug girls with them golds? Where y'all at whodi?
And y'all with that wanna be platinum shit,
y'all know that's whit nigga! (ha ha)