WET BOYS - Wettin 'Em Up lyrics

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[talking]

Shit, yeah I thought ya'll knew

You start off with young you'll always end up with fiends

I thought ya'll knew that

That's way back

Ca$h Money Records you have the right to remain silent

Anything you may, can, and will be flipped against ya n you

If you open up your mouth and give up that right

Exibit 1

[Chorus: x2]

The Wet Boys! The Wet Boys! (Put out the fire)

The Wet Boys! The Wet Boys! (Put out the fire)

The Wet Boys! The Wet Boys! (Put out the fire)

The Wet Boys!(Put out the fire) The Wet Boys! (Put out the fire)

[Verse 1]

Check, who be the boys trackin hits thats guaranteed

Wig spittaz, hard hittaz, guarenteed to make you bleed

Now, What kinda boys roll deep in Expeditions

Down to dirty schemin, ignorant 'n bout flippin

Now, Who be the boys flyin way from outta town

Big paper situations, stackin g's year-round

Now, Who be the boy that got that clout down south

And goodness pick up when other clowns feel the drought

Now, Who be the boys don't be bout all dat rappin

Put dem K's in your mouth and them dumps to leave ya leftin

Now, what kinda boys roll ya, he bout business

Droppin, hittin fake souljas, comin up for the quickness

Now, who be the boys thats got a whole new team

Big trucks on 22's, the color be green

Now, who be the boy who grew up on GT

First soulja makin records, Sporty as can be

[Chorus: x1]

[Verse 2]

Now, who be that boy checkin into rehab

Talkin bout he gon' quick {pause} don't make me laugh

Now all these cars, but they never be use

Sporty off the showroom flo', givin you clowns tha blues

Now, who be the boys see men act they don't

Talkin bout they gon' get me, staight shamin 'n flippin

Now, who be the boys who ain't gon' let that happen

Standin up totin gallons, straight baggin my rappin

[Chorus: x1]

[Verse 3]

Now, who be the boys who got a soulja out that 9

Call himself Lil Pee Wee and don't mind dyin

Now, who be the boy who call himself Gotti

Totes some Mausberg and ready to pump the party

Now, who be the boys who got a soulja named Slim

Gonna flip a lil B.G. when he get out the pen

Now, who be the boys runnin wit the killa cut-throat

Wicked prime and uzi, peanut and mote

Now, who be the boy steppin straight from the Grove

George, Landis, Stan 'n Danny, play the money like hoes

Now, who be that soulja call himself Dollar Bills

Smaller than Lil' Wayne head and tote some big steel

Now, who be the boy call hiself Lil' Caesar

Quick the sleep more clown then the aids diseases

Now, what kinda soulja wit Hairy and his people

Listen to the Cub Scout songs they goin right to sleep-le

Now, what kinda boys put it all together

Lock and load them chrome K's and reign like bad weather

Now, what kinda boys snatch mice and start fusses

Pull up at local concerts, landin down on big buses

[Chorus: x2]

[talking]

Ha,(splash!) that's how we doin in (splash!) where I come from (splash!)

You talkin bout "Get It How U (splash!) Live"

No,(splash!) "Take It How I Get It" (splash!) ya heard me? (splash!)

Shiiit, (splash!) it's goin down (splash!) all the time (splash!)

Ain't nothin changed (splash!)

Ya'll didn't drag Mystikal (splash!) from the river

doin him in the back (splash!) of junkyards (splash!)(spash!)

Now they wanna look at me funny (splash!)

look I'm comin out hard

Ha, (Wet) shiiit (Wet), brand-new day

Step to me I (Wet Wet) dare ya

Rough era (Wet Wet)

Wet Boy

[Wet Wet: x11]