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

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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 Soldier and we running the
Respect my screaming CP3!
Big Boz uptown nigga holding it
My lil cousin Hot Boy the new of the town
C-Murder and Wango got the jets on
And me and Silkk, we the new f**king to the block

2X: Master P]

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You got the dizzoe? 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 short in my hood, then you get with
We take shots like Preacher Man, you want feel shit
We throw it off them boys in Texas
Lil Jay and Lil Keith, in a chrome Lexus
Me and in a Navi
Jump off boys.. jumping off like it's
Roll through the Lou, holla at
Had two country girls that thang in a Telly

[Chorus 2X: P]

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

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

[Chorus 2X: P]

South..
Now I'm one of boys, gatted up from the south
Chrome toys, tatted up with golds in my mouth
C-Murder (what?) True nigga, thugged out, hard
From the streets, the CP3, my dogg they'll your car
Runnig the cops.. we don't do it.. we dissappear
Is tha bad? We second yo ass up in my city
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.
Where them thug girls with them golds? Where y'all at
And y'all niggas with that wanna be shit,
y'all know whit gold nigga! (ha ha)