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

P]
Nigga thuggin' in the hood so I'm in the game
I'm out that Calliope nigga, bout to let my hang
I'm a No Limit Soldier and we running the
Respect my screaming CP3!
Big Boz nigga holding it down
My lil cousin Hot Boy the new mayor of the
C-Murder and got the jets on lock
And me and Silkk, we the new f**king to the block

[Chorus 2X: P]

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

2X: Master P]

P]
Tank tops and bandannas, Low 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 Trick at the Grammy's, It was like the Wammy's
I said, 'Where's the bicth?' He said, 'Miami.' (ha ha)
Cause I run a gang of niggas
Like: Big Greg, T-Harris, O.G. and
We through the beach, a couple of thugs in the hood

That bulls off the leash when we up to no
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 them boys, gatted up from the
Chrome toys, tatted up with them in my mouth
C-Murder (what?) True nigga, thugged out, hard
the streets, the CP3, my dogg they'll pull 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 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 the south lil daddy.. can ya dig?
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 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 girls with them golds? Where y'all at whodi?
And y'all niggas with that be platinum shit,
y'all know that's gold nigga! (ha ha)