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

P]
Nigga thuggin' in the hood so I'm in the game
I'm out that nigga, bout to let my nuts hang
I'm a No Limit Soldier and we the streets
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 keys to the

2X: Master P]

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

[Chorus 2X: P]

P]
Tank tops and bandannas, Low Riders on
Rolls Royce's and Bentley's on twenty inch
ATL, on my way to the Club
J.D. and showed me love
See at the Grammy's, It was wack like the Wammy's
I said, 'Where's the bicth?' He said, 'Miami.' (ha ha)
Cause I run with a gang of
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 in the projects every first and fifthteenth
And if you ain't from the hood, then you might get

[Chorus 2X: P]

South..
Now I'm one of boys, gatted up from the south
toys, tatted up with them golds in my mouth
C-Murder (what?) True nigga, thugged out, hustle
From the streets, the CP3, my dogg they'll your car
Runnig from the cops.. we don't do it.. we
Is tha bad? We line 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 like I'm on some other shit
I'm on top.. you can tell by my
I'm from the south lil daddy.. can ya
Now back the f**k up I split yo sh....

[Chorus 2X: 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' them gold teeth.
Where them thug girls with them golds? Where y'all at
And y'all with that wanna be platinum shit,
y'all know whit gold nigga! (ha ha)