504 Boyz - Whodi Lyrics
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- Whodi Lyrics
Album: Goodfellas Master P: Our mission is to get money, power, and bitches, ya heard me? Ha ha (hootie hoo) Chorus (2x): Where you at whodi? (im ova here whodi) Im in dat 5, dat 0, to da 4, ya heard We drive Excursions with TV's Bubble eye humvees A mouth full of gold teeth And i represent that CP3 Where my niggaz on the block boy Open up shop boy And they'll kill ya for them rocks boy Gimme some money, dollars And imma give you 400 back Give it to me in powder and imma change it into crack Im tryna change my life but im tired of bein broke That's why i post up with my niggaz and we hustle by the store Chorus (2x) Magic: (Where you at whodi?) Im ova here shaggy Smokin my do-do in the mo-mo in the black navi Bitches will love to have me, because im livin lavish Ill take some pussy but head is what really makes me happy Im downtown in the 9th ward, Saint Claude Friday night when the boulevard is full of beacoup broads Im on the scene full of Henny New Orleans love me so i aint gotta spend a fuckin penny I let em know that im a 504 boy from across the Canal... Mystikal ...And im from the 12th, i run by myself And if you can't tell, im bad for your health Bitch im the man, keep up if you can Yall niggaz can't stand it When i come with them uptown niggaz From the 504 with a gun in both hands Im the tracks, im the wheel on the tanks I live on the bill in the banks I come in and do my thang Where the muthafucka that think im playin? Chorus (2x) Mr. Marcello: Life in the bricks, believe me niggaz we live it If they aint made it yet then bitch they gotta build it Money to the ceiling, i used to sell rocks on blocks Fuckin round wit Master P, nigga got NY socks Wodie im hot, enough cash to buy yall blocks Trucks...hold, i got NYPD locked Im a killa nigga, raw dog guerrilla nigga Try to download the spot 'cause willow was hot nigga Silkk: When i come through i come through wild Come through foul, come through loud Run through the crowd, run 2000 Come through this kickin like it's kung-fu style >From the front to the rear whodi, it's No Limit year whodi (Yo Silkk where you at?) Im in this No Limit gear whodi Chorus (2x) C-Murder: Where you at? Im over here, in the project on the block Im C-Murder, im bout dat drama nigga Fuck you and your mamma Incarcerate me if you could But you gotta find me in the hood Im foreva gettin blunted Nigga, No Limit niggaz keep comin Never runnin from them bitches Dumpin fools up in ditches And snitches, i give em muthafuckin stitches Dat 504, tha Calliope, we rattle street and rust ya blade Duck nigga, watch yo head, it could be ya early grave Check your rearview, lock them doors Beat your hoes and cock ya shit Count your money by the bit And get tru niggaz in your click N-O, L-I, M-I to the T Is just a bunch of crazy muthafuckas just like me Chorus (4x) Wild Wayne talking until fade
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