Young Bleed feat. C-Loc & Master P - How Ya Do Dat paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson How Ya Do Dat - Master P , Young Bleed , C-Loc



Ungh, how you do that there? Remix, how you do that there?
New Orleans, Baton Rouge, how you do that there?
Lafayette, 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?
Nigga say who that, 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 moss burg pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
Whateva my nigga 'cause young niggaz still dyin'
Hollin' 'bout huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck nigga what
Full of that weed, planted like a poppy seed
A slanted and enchanted nigga named Young Bleed party on+
In the jungle, where the murder million mumble for months and days
Trippin' off these blunts we blaze, hell of a high
And tellin' 'em why, I'ma neva say die, see it my eyes
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 here me though
But see how they runnin' everything on the cool
But they know I'm fittin' to act a fool in this motherfucker
Niggaz holla, how ya do dat there?
From Texas to Atlanta, nigga, we don't care
Niggaz holla, how ya do dat there?
Missouri, Ohio, nigga, we don't care
I hear they holla, how ya do dat there?
D.C. to tha Valley, nigga, we don't care
And niggaz holla, how ya do dat there?
California to Virginia nigga, we don't care
See in these streets, anything goes
My cousin in tha pen hittin' that iron, gettin' swoll
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 painted 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 I owe
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
And niggaz holla, how ya do dat there?
Kentucky, Tennessee, nigga, we don't care
I hear they holla, how ya do dat there?
North Carolina, South Carolina, nigga, we don't care
Give a fuck, niggaz holla, how ya do dat there?
R.U., Utah nigga, we don't care?
I hear they holla, how ya do dat there?
Arizona, New Mexico, we don't care
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 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 token
I'm stayin' true, 'cuz 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
'Cuz if y'all 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
Niggaz holla, how ya do dat there?
From New York to Oklahoma nigga, we don't care
I hear they holla, how ya do dat there?
Minnesota to Michigan, nigga, we don't care
Give a fuck niggaz holla, how ya do dat there?
Illinois to Indiana nigga, we don't care
I hear they holla, how ya do dat there?
'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



Writer(s): George Clinton, Percy Miller, Nathan Perez, Craig Lawson, Edward Green, Ronald Banks, Glenn Clifton, Steven Carrell


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