Set It Off (Dirty)

C'mon

Y'all boys don't know nuttin' 'bout me

Ya heard?, "Ladies and Gentlemen"

I'ma T.C. soldier, New Orleans stunna

If a bitch leave me, I'ma take everything from her

Leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya rum up

I'ma find me some new pussy, and buy a Four Runner

I walk with a limp, cause my nuts heavy

And I like it from the back, so hold your butt steady

I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin'

And momma I love pussy, but I ain't lickin'

Now prepare yourself for a smooth dickin'

You don't want it girl? You don't know, what you missin'

I'm the baddest boss nigga walkin', you ain't heard?

I got a team of head busters waitin' to give 'em the word

I gotta few in the East Coast, a few in the West

Down-South to Mid-West, whats up to the rest

Can't forget about the ghetto where they strugglin' in debt

No matter what I do dawg, I love my set, "Ladies and Gentlemen"

Wodie wassup, Wodette wassup, Wodie wassup

Set it off in this motherfucker

Wodie wassup, Wodette wassup, Wodie wassup

Set it off in this motherfucker

Wodie wassup, Wodette wassup, Wodie wassup

Set it off in this motherfucker

Wodie wassup, Wodette wassup, Wodie wassup

Set it off in this motherfucker

The niggidy niggidy Nile's in this bitch, get right

Fuck what you heard on the street it's CMR for life

Still ridin' on dubs, sippin' brown and white

Jump stupid if you want bitch we gon' clown tonite

We got twenty-five choppers in the V.I.P

Cristal and 40 yack and a pound of weed

I know you wait for me to get drunk, and follow me home

Picture what I'ma give you though, a shot to yo' dome

Fuck it, if your boys gon' be talkin' they gon' get hit too

I'm really not givin' a fuck, long as I get you

Jamie, Fresh, Joe, Bubba

Ya gotta admit ha, Juvie a motherfucker

I'ma general, executin' the plan

Got a vision of the 3rd Ward, rulinn' the land

Runnin' up on hoes, tellin' them to jump in the van

Mommy please come break off just me and my man

Wodie wassup, Wodette wassup, Wodie wassup

Set it off in this motherfucker

Wodie wassup, Wodette wassup, Wodie wassup

Set it off in this motherfucker

Wodie wassup, Wodette wassup, Wodie wassup

Set it off in this motherfucker

Wodie wassup, Wodette wassup, Wodie wassup

Set it off in this motherfucker

55% of these niggas is fake

The other 45% be handlin' they weight

55% of these women is hoes

The other 45% be playin' they role

Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer

Take these motherfuckin' cuffs off of us

We ain't kill nobody in this car for us

And ridin' on 20's is the law for us

I ain't from France, but excuse my French

Fuck ya if ya hatin', nigga save that then

I been dealin' wit you bitches from way back then

Plus, I kept a fire duck off the lay back in

You say my momma played me and J be tight

Cause Juvie takin' care, so everything alright

Bitches see the sliver seraph wit them phat ass pipes

Bein' followed by some niggas on some bad ass bikes

Wodie wassup, Wodette wassup, Wodie wassup

Set it off in this motherfucker

Wodie wassup, Wodette wassup, Wodie wassup

Set it off in this motherfucker

Wodie wassup, Wodette wassup, Wodie wassup

Set it off in this motherfucker

Wodie wassup, Wodette wassup, Wodie wassup

Set it off in this motherfucker