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

P]
Nigga thuggin' in the hood so I'm still in the
I'm out that nigga, bout to let my nuts hang
I'm a No Limit and we running the streets
Respect my 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 f**king to the block

[Chorus 2X: P]

P]
You got the dizzoe? Then meet me by the
Me and Big Kirk, Nut, by a fizzoe
D and Hoy posted up by the (ya heard)
See Jeeko and Mutsi, they
You short in my hood, then you get delt with
We take head shots Preacher Man, you want feel shit
We throw it off them boys in Texas
Lil Jay and Lil Keith, in a chrome grill
Me and in a Navi
Jump off boys.. jumping off like it's
Roll 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 Royce's and on twenty inch Sanders
ATL, on my way to the Gentlemen's
J.D. and showed me love
See Trick at the Grammy's, It was like the Wammy's
I said, 'Where's the baddest He said, 'Miami.' (ha ha)
Cause I run with a of niggas
Big Greg, T-Harris, O.G. and Killa
We roll the beach, a couple of thugs in the hood

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, tatted up with them golds in my
C-Murder (what?) True nigga, out, hustle hard
the streets, the CP3, my dogg they'll pull your car
Runnig the cops.. we don't do it.. we dissappear
Is tha We second line yo ass up in my city
I'm the N-O-L-I-M-I-T!
Don't a f**k if you don't like me!
Yea, I walk a lean like I'm on some other shit
I'm on top.. you can by my click
I'm the south lil daddy.. can ya dig?
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 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 them thug girls with them golds? Where at whodi?
And y'all niggas that wanna be platinum shit,
y'all know that's whit nigga! (ha ha)