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[Master P]Unngghh, How you do that there (remix), how you do that thereNew Orleans, Baton Rouge How you do that thereLafeyette, Lake Charles How you do that thereShreveport, Mississippi How you do that thereAlabama, Atlanta How you do that thereFlorida, Arkansas How you do that there[Young Bleed]Nigga say who that, heard they want do thatRun up if you will get yo ass whipped blue blackMy nigga my nerve, fresh out the curbJelly jam and preserve, nothin but balls and my wordAnd a mossburg pistol grip pump on my lap at all timesWhateva my nigga cause young niggaz still dyinHollin bout huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck nigga whatFull of that weed, planted like a poppy seedA slanted and enchanted nigga named Young Bleed party onin the jungle, where the murder million mumble for months and daysTrippin off these blunts we blaze, hell of a highAnd tellin em why, I`ma neva say die, see it my eyesAnd niggaz say I fly like a eagle, see no evilAnd ain`t no sequel to this here, this year I`m bailin in the doughSupernatural, wit ends, y`all niggaz don`t here me thoughBut see how they runnin everything on the coolBut they know I`m fittin to act a fool in this motherfuckerChorus: Young Bleed, Master P(Young Bleed) Niggaz holla how you do that 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 goesMy cousin in tha pen hittin that iron gettin swollSent me a letter said P get yo paper don`t trust these hoesThese niggaz they`ll take you, hustlin is a habitYoung bread cabbage, popcorn and grits nigga tryin to get a rabbitWhat about a nice stallion to slide in, twenty inch Vogues and some candypainted to ride in, niggaz flip change in the game cause we soldiersEyes ever red cause a nigga blowin dojaTie the black shoe strangs, tight on the ReeboksGrab yo ski mask, DKNY, I mean a plastic glockHoes bounce that ass, niggaz get dealt witKeep yo` enemy tight, nigga never thank quickPour out some liquor to tha homies I oweR.I.P. to every fuckin rapper, that is goneNigga if you Bout It, scream and you shout itIt ain`t where you from, every nigga get rowdyGame get real, nigga guard yo` grillCause in the fuckin ghetto you could lose yo` life foe a dollar billChorus: Young Bleed, Master P(Young Bleed) Niggaz holla how you do that 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 that 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 thoughWhen I hit tha do`, best hit it tha flo`, time to goPay tha cost, to be tha boss, in this rap shit, about as wickedIt`s gon` get, in tha industry, I be, bringin` tha actionIn this musical fashion, if you don`t know fool you betta ask emCause fools that wanna get wit I get wit emWhen I put my gloves on, I`m bout to get gone, so longPlease mama may I, go out and be a playa, sippin` on HennesseyA million bitches want me, my nigga passed tha herb, I took a tokenI`m stayin` true, cuz what eva` he down wit I`m down wit it tooSo don`t get full of that alcohol in tha club and thank you badCuz if ya`ll niggas start fuckin` up somebody gon` kick yo assNow who`s that makin` that funky noise, it`s tha locster comin` throughWit all his boyz, fucked up and let a nigga get tha right place in timeSo now foolz I`m goin` fo` mine, motherfuckers unghChorus: Young Bleed, Master P(Young Bleed) Niggaz holla how you do that there

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