Turk - Wodie (Remix) lyrics
rate meFeat. Master P
We don’t take this shit bitch
We don’t take this shit bitch
What’s up?
What’s up?
I’m about to take the niggaz to the hood
And I think we’ll be smoking and dodging
And hustling good
Talking to gangs
Better hoes be on the holy plan
I’m getting back in the project
You niggaz be rocked by that murder
I mean we’re dirty, dirty
When niggaz got 30, 30
And I’m like Tiger Woods, we don’t push the dirty, dirty
We on the chain early
Let me get some hood chicks
Hood breach ,still living in the freaks
Good shit, that’s how they about and live
Now I’m about money, if not we can just kill
Homie gets real in the field
The pimp steal
Fuck me that’s how I feel
Oh yes
We be wilder than the wood projects
Oh yes
Throw that
Hold that
Oh yes
Hold this
Hold this
What’s up?
Hold this
What’s up?
Hold this
What’s up?
Hold this
What’s up?
Oh yes
What’s up?
Hold this
What’s up?
Oh yes
What’s up?
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
It weighs 34 kilos
5 and 4 hours that’s the motherfucking prico
We call this evil
I make sure of my projects
This is for my people
Yeah I’m a killer
Nigga you can add a meatball
Front low like____
I put it in the hole
He’ll be home in a minute
Nigga I’m the man
I got the key to the city
Nigga I’m rolling on your bitch
If your bitch looking pretty
Want to play games?
He wants a kid
Homie in the big cars fucking with the big dolls
Choppers on the front yard
Oh yes
Throw that
Hold that
Oh yes
Hold this
Hold this
What’s up?
Hold this
What’s up?
Hold this
What’s up?
Hold this
What’s up?
Oh yes
What’s up?
Hold this
What’s up?
Oh yes
What’s up?
Who’s rolling and shopping malls
Get boobs and bring them back
Getting hustle on
We sell it like crack
Using the credit card right in the phony chest
Drippin’ to the strip clubs
Charging the damn bitch
With the feet down, bitch gets out of grace
Baby smoking weed
Baby momma drama
House full of rage
Never saw that
Never knew where he at
It will be on the poster
We see everything
And they call 50 and tell them everything
Crack beans right on the street O
Stealing everything that coming in sight
When they get white it comes out right
It just might
Breaking your house
Got to leave only a life
Oh yes
Throw that
Hold that
Oh yes
Hold this
Hold this
What’s up?
Hold this
What’s up?
Hold this
What’s up?
Hold this
What’s up?
Oh yes
What’s up?
Hold this
What’s up?
Oh yes
What’s up?
Follow me now
Cause I’m a hot boy
Follow me now
Cause I’m a hot boy
I see you blowing the choppers
Seeing that bootie that will be the thug that I see
Seeing that bootie that will be the thug that I see
