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

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Nigga in the hood so I'm still in the game
I'm out Calliope nigga, bout to let my nuts hang
I'm a No Limit Soldier and we running the
my hood screaming CP3!
Big Boz uptown holding it down
My lil cousin Hot Boy the new of the town
and Wango got the jets on lock
And me and Silkk, we the new keys to the block

2X: Master P]

P]
You got the Then meet me by the sizzoe
Me and Big Kirk, Uncle Nut, by a
D and Hoy posted up by the (ya heard)
See and Mutsi, they soldiers
You short in my hood, then you get delt with
We take head like Preacher Man, you want feel shit
We throw it off like them boys in
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 thang in a

[Chorus 2X: P]

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Tank and bandannas, Low Riders on hammers
Rolls Royce's and Bentley's on twenty inch
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 gang of
Like: Big Greg, T-Harris, O.G. and
We roll through the beach, a couple of thugs in the

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 the hood, then you might get tripled

[Chorus 2X: P]

South..
Now I'm one of them boys, gatted up from the
Chrome toys, tatted up them 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 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 a lean 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 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 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 that's whit nigga! (ha ha)