Set It Off (radio Remix) Lyrics - Project English - Juvenile

[Lil Wayne] 

(Okay) Uh-huh (uh-huh) okay (mmhmm) uh-huh 

(Mmhmm) Street mix (street mix) 

(Uh-huh) Listen, listen, listen.. 

(Ladies and gentleman!) 

Okay I'm Weezy Wee the man and I reps it well 

And it's gon' be Cash Money whether death or jail 

Catch me flossin in the hood, tryin to get at ya girl 

Or in a Porsche like a bat out of hell - vrrrrooom 

Now I'ma tell ya how it is and no matter the cost 

Respect me or get a shot to where you gather your thoughts 

Got a Escalade wavin on them deep dish rims 

And got ya girl sayin "We just friends" - I ain't trippin 

I'ma do it for my city so ya gotta get with it 

Blue-eyed Bentley, knew I'd get it, uh-huh 

From the streets of the dirty, it's humid and muddy 

We get money or it get bloody, ya hoid me? 

I got some freaks on my side that you'll like 

And somethin on my wrist colder than a Coors Light 

It's SQ-7 CMB it's life 

It's Hot Boy forever Weezy Wee get right, uh-huh 

(Ladies and gentleman!) 

[Chorus 2X: Juvenile] 

A wodie, whassup? Wodette, whassup? 

A wodie, whassup? Set it off in this mother whassup? 

A wodie, whassup? A wodette, whassup? 

A wodie, whassup? Set it off in this mother whassup? 

[Baby] 

I'm the #1 stunna Baby, B, Bryan and Bubba 

Got that Crist' in my hand, a pistol in the other 

Olde English and Hot Boy bout to get in some trouble 

Plus I'm leanin off the liquor, bout to get at your woman 

I'm runnin with them HPG's, them Uptown thugs 

I ain't buyin the bar homey I'm buyin the club 

So momma look, get chea, show me whassup 

Put some straightenin on them dubs, and show me some love 

Like Hennessy, (?), clean, G 

You gotta admit it that's the way it's supposed to be 

I'm the bird man homey and I'm sellin them cheaps 

Put hits on bustaz while I'm brushin my teefs 

Can't quit this now cause you done played it too strong 

Stunna call you on it 'til I'm dead and gone 

One love to them Hot Boys, sellin that wrong 

And my homies in the pen, from usin they phones 

[Chorus] 

[Turk] 

Look, forget what ya heard dawg, Turk still thuggin 

You got me messed up, bout to make me start bustin 

Trust me, I don't miss cousin 

And the last thing you see is fire and blood gushin 

I'm a lil' thug, always strapped with that thang 

You get killed thug, when you're messin with me main 

I run with real soldiers called the B.G.F. 

Ready for anything you could believe dat dere 

I guess it's in us to be the way that we be 

We all from Uptown, from the 3 'til the 13th 

We tote choppers, with a hundred in 'em 

And you see them dome shots we bout, runnin in 'em 

We play it raw, give a know what about the law 

They get stole too when they, messin with us 

My team still strong, we all from the hood 

CMR for life, come between? Wish you would 

[Chorus] 

[Juvenile ad libs to fade]