Master P, C-Murder - Golds in They Mouth lyrics

Them boys from the south got
Golds in they mouth
Don't trust them when this sun drought
Cause them boys will take you out

Nigga thuggin' in the hood so
I'm still in the game
I'm out that Calliope nigga
Bout to let my nuts hang
I'm a No Limit Soldier and
We running the streets
Respect my hood screaming CP3!
Big Boz uptown nigga holding it down
My lil cousin Hot Boy the
New mayor of the town
C-Murder and Wango got the jets on lock
And me and Silkk
We the new fucking keys to the block

Them boys from the south got
Golds in they mouth
Don't trust them when this sun drought
Cause them boys will take you out

You got the dizzoe? Then meet
Me by the sizzoe
Me and Big Kirk, Uncle Nut, by a fizzoe
D and Hoy posted up by the Nolia (ya heard)
See Jeeko and Mutsi, they soldiers
You come short in my hood
Then you get delt with
We take head shots like Preacher Man
You want feel shit
We throw it off like them boys in Texas
Lil Jay and Lil Keith
In a chrome grill Lexus
Me and Green in a Navi
Jump off boys jumping off like it's Cali
Roll through the Lou, holla at Nelly
Had two country girls shaking that
Thang in a Telly

Them boys from the south got
Golds in they mouth
Don't trust them when this sun drought
Cause them boys will take you out

Tank tops and bandannas
Low Riders on hammers
Rolls Royce's and Bentley's on
Twenty inch Sanders
ATL, on my way to the Gentlemen's Club
JD and Outkast showed me love
See Trick at the Grammy's
It was wack like the Wammy's
I said, "Where's the baddest bicth?" He said
"Miami" (ha ha)
Cause I run with a gang of niggas
Like: Big Greg, T-Harris, OG and Killa
We roll through the beach
A couple of thugs in the hood
That bulls off the leash 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 tripled teamed

Them boys from the south got
Golds in they mouth
Don't trust them when this sun drought
Cause them boys will take you out

Down South now I'm one of them boys
Gatted up from the south chrome toys
Tatted up with them golds in my mouth
C-Murder (what?) True nigga, thugged out, hustle hard
From the streets, the CP3
My dogg they'll pull your car
Runnig from the cops we don't
Do it we dissappear
Is tha bad? We second line yo
Ass up in my city i'm from the N-O-L-IM-I T!
Don't give a fuck if you don't like me!
Yea, I walk with a lean like
I'm on some other shit
I'm on top you can tell by my click
I'm from the south lil daddy can ya dig?
Now back the fuck up before I split yo sh

Them boys from the south got
Golds in they mouth
Don't trust them when this sun drought
Cause them boys will take you out

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 Limit) to the east and the west
I told y'all!
(ha ha) What! What! What! What! What!
We thuggin' put 'em up! Thuggin'
With them gold teeth
Where them thug girls with them
Golds? Where y'all at whodi?
And y'all niggas with that
Wanna be platinum shit
Y'all know that's whit gold nigga! (ha ha)