paroles de chanson Golds In They Mouth - 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
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
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)
1 Intro
2 Problems
3 Bout Dat
4 Don Is Back
5 Doo Rags
6 Golds In They Mouth
7 Poppin' Them Collars
8 Souljas
9 Pockets Gone Stay Fat
10 My Babooski
11 Still Ballin'
12 Soulja Boo
13 Hush
14 Roll How We Roll
15 It Don't Get No Better
16 Always Come Back To You
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