Young Bleed Lyrics - How Ya Do Dat lyrics

How Ya Do Dat lyrics (Lyrics)

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[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, Ima neva say die, see it my eyes
And ni ggaz say I fly like a eagle, see no evil
And aint no sequel to this here, this year Im bailin in the dough
Supernatural, wit ends, yall niggaz dont here me though
But see how they runnin everything on the cool
But they know Im 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 dont care
[Master P] From Texas to Atlanta, nigga we dont care
[Young Bleed] Niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we dont care
[Master P] Missouri, Ohio, nigga we dont care
[Young Bleed] I hear they holla, how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we dont care
[Master P] D.C. to tha Valley, nigga we dont care
[Young Bleed] And niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we dont care
[Master P] California to Virginia nigga, we dont care

[Master P]
See in these streets, anyth ing goes
My cousin in tha pen hittin that iron gettin swoll
Sent me a letter said P get yo paper dont trust these hoes
These niggaz theyll 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
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Nigga if you Bout It, scream and you shout it
It aint 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: Y oung Bleed, Master P]

[Young Bleed] Niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we dont care
[Master P] Kentucky, Tennessee, nigga we dont care
[Young Bleed] I hear they holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we dont care
[Master P] North Carolina, South Carolina, nigga we dont care
[Young Bleed] Give a fuck niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we dont care
[Master P] R.U., Utah nigga we dont care
[Young Bleed] I hear they holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we dont care
[Master P] Arizona, New Mexico, nigga we dont care

[C-Loc]
Its wicked, when I kick it, you dont 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
Its gon get, in tha industry, I be, bringin tha action
In this musical fashion, if you dont know fool you betta ask em
Cause fools t hat wanna get wit I get wit em
When I put my gloves on, Im 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
Im stayin true, cuz what eva he down wit Im down wit it too
So dont get full of that alcohol in tha club and thank you bad
Cuz if yall niggas start fuckin up somebody gon kick yo ass
Now whos that makin that funky noise, its tha locster comin through
Wit all his boyz, fucked up and let a nigga get tha right place in time
So now foolz Im 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 dont care
[Master P] From New York to Oklahoma nigga we dont care
[Young Bleed] I hear they holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we dont care
[Master P] Minnesota to Michigan nigga we dont care
[Young Bleed] Give a fuck niggaz holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we dont care
[Master P] Illinois to Indiana nigga we dont care
[Young Bleed] I hear they holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we dont care
[Master P] Cause TRU niggaz is bout it and we dont care
How we do that there, how we do that there
how we do that there
Cause No Limit niggaz bout it and we dont care