Golds in They Mouth Master P (Ft. C-Murder)

[Chorus: Master P]
Them boys from the south.. got golds in they mouth..
Don't trust them when this sun drought..
Cause them boys will take you out

[Verse 1: Master P]
Nigga thuggin' in the hood so I'm still in the game
I'm out that Calliope nigga, bout to let my nuts hang
I'm a No Limit Soldier and we running the streets
Respect my hood screaming CP3!
Big Boz uptown nigga holding it down
My lil cousin Hot Boy the new mayor of the town
C-Murder and Wango got the jets on lock
And me and Silkk, we the new fucking keys to the block

[Chorus: Master P]
Them boys from the south.. got golds in they mouth..
Don't trust them when this sun drought..
Cause them boys will take you out


[Verse 2: Master P]
You got the dizzoe? Then meet me by the sizzoe
Me and Big Kirk, Uncle Nut, by a fizzoe
D and Hoy posted up by the Nolia (ya heard)
See Jeeko and Mutsi, they soldiers
You come short in my hood, then you get delt with
We take head shots like Preacher Man, you want feel shit
We throw it off like them boys in Texas
Lil Jay and Lil Keith, in a chrome grill Lexus
Me and Green in a Navi
Jump off boys.. jumping off like it's Cali
Roll through the Lou, holla at Nelly
Had two country girls shaking that thang in a Telly