Wodie

[Intro] Thuggy Thuggy Records taking over from 1999 bitch What’s up DJ Hector, DJ Hector We gon’ take this shit blood, wodie We gon’ take this shit back Wodie, yeah We gon’ take this shit back Why, why We gon’ take this shit back (Hmm) We gon’ take this shit back (Hmm) Nigga, what’s up? (Hmm) What the - nigga, nigga, what’s up? (Hmm) Aaaah, nigga, check me out Ain’t No Limit to this shit Nigga, nigga (aaah) [Verse 1] I'm about to take you niggas to the hood Deep in the woods Where them niggas be hustling Thuggin and smokin that good Talking to gangs, dressing in black Where them hoes be on the porch Talking and being bad ass In the projects, the ghetto, the gutter [?] Where niggas be bout the murder We’re down in the dirty, dirty When niggas got 30, 30 And like Tiger Woods, niggas push the birdie, birdie We on the chain early Hood niggas and hood chicks Hood rich, still living in the bricks Hood shit, that's all they about, that is how they live Running all em bout mudda get yo dog ass killed Caps to pill Homie gets real in the field Young nigga pack steel Fuck it that's how I feel [Hook] Wodie, wodie yes yes They be hiding in them damn projects yes Wodie, wodie yes yes Wodie, wodie yes yes Wodie, wodie yes yes Wodie, wodie yes yes Wodie, what’s up Wodie yes, what’s up Wodie, what’s up Wodie yes, what’s up Wodie, what’s up Wodie yes, what’s up Wodie, what’s up Wodie yes, what’s up [Verse 2] R.I.P. Hot Boy Yeah, I'm fucking with the Hot Boys Hot Boy Turk and me we back up on the block boy Free C-Murder, R.I.P. Slim We back up on the block I mean we back up in the gym Nigga get this weight up Getting weighs 34 kilos 5 and 4 ounce that's a motherfucking free thrown The way we shot this [?] We call this evil Im from the Calio projects I do this for my people Yeah I'm a killer Nigga call me meatball I’m a drug lord like Clements I put it in a hole Free the boy lil Drizzle He'll be home in a minute Nigga I'm the man I got the keys to the city Nigga wodie on your bitch If your bitch looking pretty Wodie playing games yeah Wodie, he can get it Wodie big cars fucking with the big dogs Riding with the top off Choppers on the front yard Mob shit [Hook] Wodie, wodie yes yes (what’s up) Wodie, wodie yes yes (what’s up) Wodie, wodie yes yes (what’s up) Wodie, wodie yes yes (what’s up) Wodie, what’s up Wodie yes, what’s up Wodie, what’s up Wodie yes, what’s up Wodie, what’s up Wodie yes, what’s up Wodie, what’s up Wodie yes, what’s up [Verse 2] I’m from the part of California that ain’t made it rapping Come around here and a nigga gon’ ask you what’s racking Everybody territorial inhospitable You can try to creep but you end up in the hospital though Chopper city here to everybody who bout wearing blue Hard to get a dollar when the enemies want you San Diego pack up for you, south east, Logan Avenue Republican them a muhfucka, they’ll do away with you So here I am Mr. Hot Boy riding round in some new Quarter mill of em G’s won’t help when they watching you Mostly these niggas pimpin out these, most city bitches hoeing These niggas here they ain’t doing that, just D bone and keep going My nigga Turk call ‘em wodie, I call ‘em homie He earned that the night he clocked on, them niggas for me So confrontational to life, look in my section Just know when you see Mitchy he riding with protection [Hook] Wodie, wodie yes yes Wodie, wodie yes yes Wodie, wodie yes yes Wodie, wodie yes yes Wodie, what’s up Wodie yes, what’s up Wodie, what’s up Wodie yes, what’s up Wodie, what’s up Wodie yes, what’s up Wodie, what’s up Wodie yes, what’s up [Outro] Follow me now cause I'm a hot boy Run up and run to you Don’t get chopped boy Follow me now cause I'm a hot boy Run up and run to you Don’t get chopped boy They see me, they wodie, they be the thug that I be They see me, they wodie, they be the thug that I be They see me, they wodie, they be the thug that I be Mister YMT