[Master P *talking*]
(oh ooh) don't be scared
Haha, ain't no limit soldiers... (oh ooh)
... til I D-I-E
C-P-3 (represent it, ya heard me!) (oh ooh)
[Master P]
Represent yo hood, boy, tell me where you from (oh ooh)
We gon get this bitch crunked and we gon tear the club up
Represent yo hood, boy, tell me where you from (oh ooh)
We got this bitch crunked and we gon tear the club up
Say - I don't give fuck nigga, he don't give a fuck nigga
She don't give a fuck, we gon tear the club up
Say - I don't give a fuck nigga, they don't give a fuck nigga
We don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up
[Master P]
I was born to be a hustler, they labeled me a dealer
Say I grew up to be a killer, like my daddy Percy Miller
Me and Cleo smoking weed, say the whole family cursed
C-Murder innocent, (ughh) NOT GUILTY Man that hit me where it hurt
So fuck y'all Crease, he just wanna be famous
He mad 'cause he Poor and we some rich entertainers
So represent yo hood, we back on the grind
We gon get this bitch crunked like it's 1999
So holla at me, whody, Diesel on the beat
Trow ya middlefingers up to the ponk police
Than pass me the Bubbly, (oh ooh) We We Can Take it to the floor
I ain't Lil Jon but I make them hoes +Get Low+
And make them thugs say fuck y'all, Think we Won't touch y'all
Live with some Bitches that straight gon cut y'all
Grab it - than take me to the booth
Tell the DJ to play this 'cause he fucking with my loot
(oh ooh) don't be scared
Haha, ain't no limit soldiers... (oh ooh)
... til I D-I-E
C-P-3 (represent it, ya heard me!) (oh ooh)
[Master P]
Represent yo hood, boy, tell me where you from (oh ooh)
We gon get this bitch crunked and we gon tear the club up
Represent yo hood, boy, tell me where you from (oh ooh)
We got this bitch crunked and we gon tear the club up
Say - I don't give fuck nigga, he don't give a fuck nigga
She don't give a fuck, we gon tear the club up
Say - I don't give a fuck nigga, they don't give a fuck nigga
We don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up
[Master P]
I was born to be a hustler, they labeled me a dealer
Say I grew up to be a killer, like my daddy Percy Miller
Me and Cleo smoking weed, say the whole family cursed
C-Murder innocent, (ughh) NOT GUILTY Man that hit me where it hurt
So fuck y'all Crease, he just wanna be famous
He mad 'cause he Poor and we some rich entertainers
So represent yo hood, we back on the grind
We gon get this bitch crunked like it's 1999
So holla at me, whody, Diesel on the beat
Trow ya middlefingers up to the ponk police
Than pass me the Bubbly, (oh ooh) We We Can Take it to the floor
I ain't Lil Jon but I make them hoes +Get Low+
And make them thugs say fuck y'all, Think we Won't touch y'all
Live with some Bitches that straight gon cut y'all
Grab it - than take me to the booth
Tell the DJ to play this 'cause he fucking with my loot
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