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

P]
Nigga thuggin' in the 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 running the
my hood screaming CP3!
Big Boz nigga holding it down
My lil cousin Hot Boy the new of the town
C-Murder and Wango got the on lock
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, Uncle Nut, by a
D and Hoy up by the Nolia (ya heard)
See Jeeko and Mutsi, soldiers
You come short in my hood, then you get delt
We take head like Preacher Man, you want feel shit
We it off like them boys in Texas
Lil Jay and Lil Keith, in a chrome grill
Me and Green in a
Jump off boys.. jumping off like Cali
through the Lou, holla at Nelly
Had two country girls that thang in a Telly

[Chorus 2X: P]

P]
Tank and bandannas, Low Riders on hammers
Rolls Royce's and Bentley's on twenty inch
ATL, on my way to the Club
J.D. and showed me love
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 through the beach, a couple of thugs in the

That bulls off the leash we up to no good
a party in the projects every first and fifthteenth
And if you ain't the hood, then you might get tripled

[Chorus 2X: P]

South..
Now I'm one of them boys, up from the south
toys, tatted up with them golds in my mouth
C-Murder (what?) nigga, thugged out, hustle hard
From the streets, the CP3, my dogg they'll pull car
Runnig from the cops.. we don't do it.. we
Is tha We second 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 lean like I'm on 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....

[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 golds? Where y'all at whodi?
And y'all niggas that wanna be platinum shit,
y'all know whit gold nigga! (ha ha)