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

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Nigga in the hood so I'm still in the game
I'm out that Calliope nigga, bout to let my nuts
I'm a No Soldier and we running the streets
Respect my hood CP3!
Big Boz uptown nigga holding it
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]

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You got the Then meet me by the sizzoe
Me and Big Kirk, Uncle Nut, by a
D and Hoy posted up by the (ya heard)
See Jeeko and Mutsi, soldiers
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 them in Texas
Lil Jay and Lil Keith, in a chrome grill
Me and Green in a
Jump off boys.. jumping off like Cali
Roll through the Lou, at Nelly
Had two country girls shaking thang in a Telly

[Chorus 2X: P]

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Tank tops and bandannas, Low Riders on
Rolls Royce's and Bentley's on twenty Sanders
ATL, on my way to the Gentlemen's
J.D. and showed me love
See Trick at the Grammy's, It was wack like the
I said, 'Where's the baddest He said, 'Miami.' (ha ha)
Cause I run with a gang of
Like: Big Greg, T-Harris, O.G. and
We roll through the beach, a couple of thugs in the

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

[Chorus 2X: P]

South..
Now I'm one of them boys, up from the south
Chrome toys, up with them golds in my mouth
(what?) True nigga, thugged out, hustle hard
From the streets, the CP3, my dogg pull your car
Runnig from the cops.. we don't do it.. we
Is tha bad? We second yo ass up in my city
I'm the N-O-L-I-M-I-T!
Don't give a f**k if you like me!
Yea, I walk with a lean 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 the f**k up before 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 out (No Limit!) to the east and the west.
I y'all! (ha ha) What! What! What! What! What!
We thuggin'. Put 'em up! Thuggin' with them teeth.
Where them thug with them golds? Where y'all at whodi?
And y'all with that wanna be platinum shit,
y'all that's whit gold nigga! (ha ha)