How You Do That There Lyrics - Master P

[Master P] 

Unngghh How you do that there (remix) how you do that there 

New Orleants Baton Rouge How you do that there 

Lafeyette Lake Charles How you do that there 

Shreveport Mississippi How you do that there 

Alabama Atlanta How you do that there 

Florida Arkansas How you do that there 

[Young Bleed] 

Nigga say who dat heard they want do that 

Run up if you will get yo ass whipped blue black 

My nigga my nerve, fresh out the curb 

Jelly jam and preserve, nothin but balls and my word 

And a mossburg pistol grip pump on my lap at all times 

Whateva my nigga cause young niggaz still dyin 

Hollin bout hunh, nigga what, hunh, nigga fuck nigga what 

Full of that weed, planted like a poppy seed 

A slanted and a janted have a nigga named Young Bleed party on 

In the jungle, where the murder men holla for months and days 

Trippin off these blunts we blaze, hell of a high 

And tellin em why, I'ma neva say die, till you see it in my eye 

And niggaz say I fly like a eagle, and see no evil 

And ain't no sequel to this here, this year I'm bailin in the dough 

Supernatural, wit ends, y'all niggaz don't hear me though 

But see how they runnin everything on the cool 

But they know I'm finna act a fool in this motherfucker 

Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P 

(Young Bleed) Niggaz holla how you do dat there 

Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care 

(Master P) From Texas to Atlanta, nigga we don't care 

(Young Bleed) Niggaz holla how you do that there 

Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care 

(Master P) Missouri, Ohio, nigga we don't care 

(Young Bleed) I hear they holla, how you do that there 

Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care 

(Master P) D.C. to tha Valley, nigga we don't care 

(Young Bleed) And niggaz holla how you do that there 

Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care 

(Master P) California to Virginia nigga, we don't care 

[Master P] 

See in these streets, anything goes 

My cousin in tha pen hittin that iron gettin swole 

Sent me a letter said P get yo paper don't trust these hoes 

These niggaz they'll take you, hustlin is a habit 

Young bread cabbage, popcorn and grits nigga tryin to get a rabbit 

What about a nice stallion to slide in, twenty inch Vogues and some 

candy paint to ride in, niggaz flip change in the game cause we soldiers 

Eyes ever red cause a nigga blowin doja 

Tie the black shoe strangs, tight on the Reeboks 

Grab yo ski mask, DKNY, I mean a plastic glock 

Hoes bounce that ass, niggaz get dealt wit 

Keep yo' enemy tight, nigga never thank quick 

Pour out some liquor to tha homies dead and gone 

R.I.P. to every fuckin rapper, that is gone 

Nigga if you Bout It, scream and you shout it 

It ain't where you from, every nigga get rowdy 

Game get real, nigga guard yo' grill 

Cause in the fuckin ghetto you could lose yo' life foe a dollar bill 

Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P 

(Young Bleed) Niggaz holla how you do dat there 

Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care 

(Master P) Kentucky, Tennessee, nigga we don't care 

(Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do dat there 

Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care 

(Master P) North Carolina, South Carolina, nigga we don't care 

(Young Bleed) Give a fuck niggaz holla how you do that there 

Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care 

(Master P) R.U., Utah nigga we don't care 

(Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there 

Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care 

(Master P) Arizona, New Mexico, nigga we don't care 

[C-Loc] 

It's wicked, when I kick it, you don't hear me though 

When I hit tha do', best hit it tha flo', time to go 

Pay tha cost, to be tha boss, in this rap shit, about as wicked 

It's gon' get, in tha industry, I be, bringin' tha action 

In this musical fashion, if you don't know fool you betta ask em 

Cause fools that wanna get wit I get wit em 

When I put my gloves on, I'm bout to get em, gone so long 

Please mama may I, go out and be a playa, sippin' on Hennessey 

A million bitches want me, my nigga passed tha herb, I took a choke 

I'm stayin' true, 'cause what eva' he down wit I'm down wit it too 

So don't get full of that alcohol in tha club and thank you bad 

'cause if ya'll niggas start fuckin' up somebody gon' kick yo ass 

Now who's that makin' that funky noise, it's tha locster comin' 

through 

Wit all his boyz, fucked up and let a nigga get tha right place in 

time 

So now foolz I'm goin' fo' mine, motherfuckers ungh 

Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P 

(Young Bleed) Niggaz holla how you do dat there 

Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care 

(Master P) From New York to Oklahoma nigga we don't care 

(Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there 

Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care 

(Master P) Minnesota to Michigan nigga we don't care 

(Young Bleed) Give a fuck niggaz holla how you do that there 

Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care 

(Master P) Illinois to Indiana nigga we don't care 

(Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there 

Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care 

(Master P) Cause TRU niggaz is bout it and we don't care 

How we do that there, how we do that there 

how we do that there 

Cause No Limit niggaz bout it and we don't care 

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