Set It Off (Radio Remix)

Kick a*s (Mmm hmm) C'mon (Uh huh, mm hmm) Y'all boys don't know nuttin' 'bout me (Mm hmm, uh huh) Ya heard? Ladies and gentlemen I'ma T.C. soldier, New Orleans stunna If a bitch leave me, I'ma take everything from her Leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya rum up I'ma find me some new pus*y and buy a Four-Runner I walk with a limp, 'cause my nuts heavy And I like it from the back so hold your butt steady I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin' And momma I love pus*y, but I ain't lickin' Now prepare yourself for a smooth d**kin' You don't want it girl? You don't know, what you missin' I'm the baddest boss nigga walkin', you ain't heard? I got a team of head busters waitin' to give 'em the word I gotta few in the East Coast, a few in the West Down-South to Mid-W, whattup to the rest Can't forget about the ghetto where they strugglin' in debt No matter what I do dawg, I love my set, ladies and gentlemen Wodie, wa*sup, Wodette, wa*sup, Wodie, wa*sup Set it off in this motherf**ker Wodie, wa*sup, Wodette, wa*sup, Wodie, wa*sup Set it off in this motherf**ker Wodie, wa*sup, Wodette, wa*sup, Wodie, wa*sup Set it off in this motherf**ker Wodie, wa*sup, Wodette, wa*sup, Wodie, wa*sup Set it off in this motherf**ker The niggidy, niggidy Nile's in this bitch, get right f**k what you heard on the street it's CMR for life Still ridin' on dubs, sippin' brown and white Jump stupid if you want bitch we gon' clown tonite We got twenty-five choppers in the V.I.P. Cristal and 40 yack and a pound of weed I know you wait for me to get drunk and follow me home Picture what I'ma give you though, a shot to yo' dome f**k it if your boys gon' be talkin' they gon' get hit too I'm really not givin' a f**k, long as I get you Jamie, Fresh, Joe, Bubba Ya gotta admit ha, Juvie a motherf**ker I'ma general, executin' the plan Got a vision of the 3rd Ward, rulinn the land Runnin' up on hoes, tellin' them to jump in the van Mommy please come break off just me and my man Wodie, wa*sup, Wodette, wa*sup, Wodie, wa*sup Set it off in this motherf**ker Wodie, wa*sup, Wodette, wa*sup, Wodie, wa*sup Set it off in this motherf**ker Wodie, wa*sup, Wodette, wa*sup, Wodie, wa*sup Set it off in this motherf**ker Wodie, wa*sup, Wodette, wa*sup, Wodie, wa*sup Set it off in this motherf**ker 55 percent of these niggaz is fake The other 45 percent be handlin' they weight 55 percent of these women is hoes The other 45 percent be playin' they role Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer Take these motherf**kin' cuffs off of us We ain't kill nobody in this car, for us And ridin' on 20's is the law for us I ain't from France but excuse my French f**k ya if ya hatin', nigga save that then I been dealin' wit you bitches from way back then Plus I kept a fire duck off the lay back in You say my momma played me and J be tight 'Cause Juvie takin' care, so everything alright Bitches see the sliver seraph wit them phat a*s pipes Bein' followed by some niggaz on some bad a*s bikes Wodie, wa*sup, Wodette, wa*sup, Wodie, wa*sup Set it off in this motherf**ker Wodie, wa*sup, Wodette, wa*sup, Wodie, wa*sup Set it off in this motherf**ker Wodie, wa*sup, Wodette, wa*sup, Wodie, wa*sup Set it off in this motherf**ker Wodie, wa*sup, Wodette, wa*sup, Wodie, wa*sup Set it off in this motherf**ker