Golds In They Mouth Lyrics - Master P

Master P 

Golds in They Mouth Lyrics 

Them boys from the south. got golds in they mouth. 

Don't trust them when this sun drought. 

cause them boys will take you out 

Nigga thuggin' in the hood so I'm still in the game 

I'm out that Calliope nigga, bout to let my nuts hang 

I'm a No Limit Soldier and we running the streets 

Respect my hood screaming CP3! 

Big Boz uptown nigga holding it down 

My lil cousin Hot Boy the new mayor of the town 

C-Murder and Wango got the jets on lock 

And me and Silkk, we the new f**king keys to the block 

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You got the dizzoe? Then meet me by the sizzoe 

Me and Big Kirk, Uncle Nut, by a fizzoe 

D and Hoy posted up by the Nolia (ya heard) 

See Jeeko and Mutsi, they soldiers 

You come short in my hood, then you get delt with 

We take head shots like Preacher Man, you want feel shit 

We throw it off like them boys in Texas 

Lil Jay and Lil Keith, in a chrome grill Lexus 

Me and Green in a Navi 

Jump off boys. jumping off like it's Cali 

Roll through the Lou, holla at Nelly 

Had two country girls shaking that thang in a Telly 

Photos 

Tank tops and bandannas, Low Riders on hammers 

Rolls Royce's and Bentley's on twenty inch Sanders 

ATL, on my way to the Gentlemen's Club 

J.D. and Outkast showed me love 

See Trick at the Grammy's, It was wack like the Wammy's 

I said, 'Where's the baddest bicth?' He said, 'Miami.' (ha ha) 

Cause I run with a gang of niggas 

Like: Big Greg, T-Harris, O.G. and Killa 

We roll through the beach, a couple of thugs in the hood 

That bulls off the leash when we up to no good 

It's a party in the projects every first and fifthteenth 

And if you ain't from the hood, then you might get tripled 

teamed 

Down South. 

Now I'm one of them boys, gatted up from the south 

Chrome toys, tatted up with them golds in my mouth 

C-Murder (what?) True nigga, thugged out, hustle hard 

From the streets, the CP3, my dogg they'll pull your car 

Runnig from the cops. we don't do it. we dissappear 

Is tha bad? We second line yo ass up in my city 

I'm from the N-O-L-I-M-I-T! 

Don't give a f**k if you don't like me! 

Yea, I walk with a lean like I'm on some other shit 

I'm on top. you can tell by my click 

I'm from the south lil daddy. can ya dig? 

Now back the f**k up before I split yo sh... 

Shut 'em up, wet 'em up 

Shut 'em up, wet 'em up 

Shut 'em up, wet 'em up 

Shut 'em up, wet 'em up 

Shut 'em up, wet 'em up 

Shut 'em up, wet 'em up 

Shut 'em up, wet 'em up 

Shut 'em up, wet 'em up 

Shut 'em up, wet 'em up 

Shut 'em up, wet 'em up 

Shut 'em up, wet 'em up 

Shut 'em up, wet 'em up 

Shut 'em up (ha ha) 

This goes out (No Limit!) to the east and the west. 

I told y'all! (ha ha) What! What! What! What! What! 

We thuggin'. Put 'em up! Thuggin' with them gold teeth. 

Where them thug girls with them golds? Where y'all at whodi? 

And y'all niggas with that wanna be platinum shit, 

y'all know that's whit gold nigga! (ha ha)