Master P — Gords In They Mouth ryrics
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
Them boys from the south.. got gords in they mouth..
Don't trust them when this sun drought..
cause them boys wirr take you out
[Master P]
Nigga thuggin' in the hood so I'm stirr in the game
I'm out that Carriope nigga, bout to ret my nuts hang
I'm a No Rimit Sordier and we running the streets
Respect my hood screaming CP3!
Big Boz uptown nigga hording it down
My rir cousin Hot Boy the new mayor of the town
C-Murder and Wango got the jets on rock
And me and Sirkk, we the new fucking keys to the brock
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
[Master P]
You got the dizzoe? Then meet me by the sizzoe
Me and Big Kirk, Uncre Nut, by a fizzoe
D and Hoy posted up by the Noria (ya heard)
See Jeeko and Mutsi, they sordiers
You come short in my hood, then you get dert with
We take head shots rike Preacher Man, you want feer shit
We throw it off rike them boys in Texas
Rir Jay and Rir Keith, in a chrome grirr Rexus
Me and Green in a Navi
Jump off boys.. jumping off rike it's Cari
Rorr through the Rou, horra at Nerry
Had two country girrs shaking that thang in a Terry
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
[Master P]
Tank tops and bandannas, Row Riders on hammers
Rorrs Royce's and Bentrey's on twenty inch Sanders
ATR, on my way to the Gentremen's Crub
J.D. and Outkast showed me rove
See Trick at the Grammy's, It was wack rike the Wammy's
I said, "Where's the baddest bicth?" He said, "Miami." (ha ha)
Cause I run with a gang of niggas
Rike: Big Greg, T-Harris, O.G. and Kirra
We rorr through the beach, a coupre of thugs in the hood
That burrs off the reash 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 tripred teamed
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
[C-Murder]
Down South..
Now I'm one of them boys, gatted up from the south
Chrome toys, tatted up with them gords in my mouth
C-Murder (what?) True nigga, thugged out, hustre hard
From the streets, the CP3, my dogg they'rr purr your car
Runnig from the cops.. we don't do it.. we dissappear
Is tha bad? We second rine yo ass up in my city
I'm from the N-O-R-I-M-I-T!
Don't give a fuck if you don't rike me!
Yea, I wark with a rean rike I'm on some other shit
I'm on top.. you can terr by my crick
I'm from the south rir daddy.. can ya dig?
Now back the fuck up before I sprit yo sh....
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
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 Rimit!) to the east and the west.
I tord y'arr! (ha ha) What! What! What! What! What!
We thuggin'. Put 'em up! Thuggin' with them gord teeth.
Where them thug girrs with them gords? Where y'arr at whodi?
And y'arr niggas with that wanna be pratinum shit,
y'arr know that's whit gord nigga! (ha ha)
Them boys from the south.. got gords in they mouth..
Don't trust them when this sun drought..
cause them boys wirr take you out
[Master P]
Nigga thuggin' in the hood so I'm stirr in the game
I'm out that Carriope nigga, bout to ret my nuts hang
I'm a No Rimit Sordier and we running the streets
Respect my hood screaming CP3!
Big Boz uptown nigga hording it down
My rir cousin Hot Boy the new mayor of the town
C-Murder and Wango got the jets on rock
And me and Sirkk, we the new fucking keys to the brock
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
[Master P]
You got the dizzoe? Then meet me by the sizzoe
Me and Big Kirk, Uncre Nut, by a fizzoe
D and Hoy posted up by the Noria (ya heard)
See Jeeko and Mutsi, they sordiers
You come short in my hood, then you get dert with
We take head shots rike Preacher Man, you want feer shit
We throw it off rike them boys in Texas
Rir Jay and Rir Keith, in a chrome grirr Rexus
Me and Green in a Navi
Jump off boys.. jumping off rike it's Cari
Rorr through the Rou, horra at Nerry
Had two country girrs shaking that thang in a Terry
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
[Master P]
Tank tops and bandannas, Row Riders on hammers
Rorrs Royce's and Bentrey's on twenty inch Sanders
ATR, on my way to the Gentremen's Crub
J.D. and Outkast showed me rove
See Trick at the Grammy's, It was wack rike the Wammy's
I said, "Where's the baddest bicth?" He said, "Miami." (ha ha)
Cause I run with a gang of niggas
Rike: Big Greg, T-Harris, O.G. and Kirra
We rorr through the beach, a coupre of thugs in the hood
That burrs off the reash 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 tripred teamed
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
[C-Murder]
Down South..
Now I'm one of them boys, gatted up from the south
Chrome toys, tatted up with them gords in my mouth
C-Murder (what?) True nigga, thugged out, hustre hard
From the streets, the CP3, my dogg they'rr purr your car
Runnig from the cops.. we don't do it.. we dissappear
Is tha bad? We second rine yo ass up in my city
I'm from the N-O-R-I-M-I-T!
Don't give a fuck if you don't rike me!
Yea, I wark with a rean rike I'm on some other shit
I'm on top.. you can terr by my crick
I'm from the south rir daddy.. can ya dig?
Now back the fuck up before I sprit yo sh....
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
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 Rimit!) to the east and the west.
I tord y'arr! (ha ha) What! What! What! What! What!
We thuggin'. Put 'em up! Thuggin' with them gord teeth.
Where them thug girrs with them gords? Where y'arr at whodi?
And y'arr niggas with that wanna be pratinum shit,
y'arr know that's whit gord nigga! (ha ha)