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Golds in They Mouth
2X: Master P]
Them boys from the south.. got golds in mouth..
trust them when this sun drought..
cause them will take you out

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

[Chorus 2X: 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 and Mutsi, they soldiers
You come short in my hood, then you get delt
We take head shots like Preacher Man, you want shit
We throw it off like boys in Texas
Lil Jay and Lil Keith, in a chrome Lexus
Me and Green in a
Jump off boys.. jumping off like it's
through the Lou, holla at Nelly
Had two country girls shaking that in a Telly

2X: Master P]

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

That bulls off the leash we up to no good
It's a party in the projects first 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, gatted up from the
Chrome toys, tatted up with golds in my mouth
C-Murder (what?) True nigga, thugged out, hustle
From the streets, the CP3, my dogg they'll pull car
Runnig the cops.. we don't 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!
Don't give a f**k if you don't me!
Yea, I walk with a lean like I'm on some shit
I'm on top.. you can tell by my
I'm from the lil daddy.. can ya dig?
Now back the f**k up before I 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! Thuggin' with gold teeth.
Where thug girls with them golds? Where y'all at whodi?
And niggas with that wanna be platinum shit,
y'all know whit gold nigga! (ha ha)