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Golds in Mouth Lyrics
[Chorus 2X: P]
Them boys from the south.. got golds in mouth..
trust them when this sun drought..
cause them boys will you out

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

[Chorus 2X: P]

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

2X: Master P]

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Tank and bandannas, Low Riders on hammers
Rolls Royce's and Bentley's on twenty Sanders
ATL, on my way to the Gentlemen's
J.D. and Outkast showed me
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 through the beach, a couple of thugs in the hood

That bulls off the leash we up to no good
It's a party in the projects first 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 them in my mouth
C-Murder (what?) True nigga, thugged out, hustle
From the streets, the CP3, my they'll pull your car
Runnig from the cops.. we don't do it.. we
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 with a lean like I'm on some other
I'm on top.. you can tell by my
I'm from the lil daddy.. can ya dig?
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! with them gold teeth.
Where them thug girls with golds? Where y'all at whodi?
And y'all niggas that wanna be platinum shit,
know that's whit gold nigga! (ha ha)