Young Bleed Lyrics

Album: Unknown

How You Do Dat Lyrics

f/ C-Loc, Master P

 

 [Master P]

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

 New Orleans, 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 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 mossburg 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, 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

 

 Chorus: 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 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

 

 Chorus: 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 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 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 that 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