[Master P]
Unngghh, How you do that there (remix), how you do that there
New Orleans, Baton Rouge How you do that there
Lafeyette, Lake Charles How you do that there
Shreveport, Mississippi How you do that there
Alabama, Atlanta How you do that there
Florida, Arkansas How you do that there
[Young Bleed]
n***a say who that, say they wanna do that
Run up if you will and get ya a** whipped blue black
My n***a my nerve, fresh off the curb
Jelly jam and preserve, nothin but balls and my word
And a mossburg pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
Whateva my n***a cause young n***as still dyin
Hollin bout huh, n***a what, huh, give a f** n***a what
Full of that weed, planted like a poppy seed
A slanted and enchanted nappy n***a named Young Bleed Corleone
In the jungle, where the murder million mumble for months and days
Trippin off these blunts we blaze, hell of a high
And tellin em why, I'mma neva say die, You can see it my eyes
And n***as say I fly like a eagle and see no evil
And ain't no sequel to this here, this year I'm bailin in the dough
Supernatural, wit ends, y'all n***as don't here me though
But see how they runnin everything on the cool
But they know I'm fittin to act a fool in this motherf**er
Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P
(Young Bleed) n***as holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, n***a we don't care
(Master P) From Texas to Atlanta, n***a we don't care
(Young Bleed) n***as holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, n***a we don't care
(Master P) Missouri, Ohio, n***a we don't care
(Young Bleed) I hear they holla, how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, n***a we don't care
(Master P) D.C. to Nevada, n***a we don't care
(Young Bleed) And n***as holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, n***a we don't care
(Master P) California to Virginia n***a, we don't care
[Master P]
See in these streets, anything goes
My cousin in tha pen hittin that iron gettin swole
Sent me a letter said P get yo paper don't trust these hoes
These n***as they'll take you, hustlin is a habit
Young bread cabbage, popcorn and grits n***a tryin to get a rabbit
What about a nice stallion to slide in, twenty inch Vogues and some candy
Painted to ride in, n***as flip change in the game cause we soldiers
Eyes ever red cause a n***a blowin doja
Tie the black shoe strangs, tight on the Reeboks
Grab yo ski mask, DKNY, I mean a plastic Glock
Hoes bounce that a**, n***as get dealt wit
Keep yo' enemy tight, n***a never thank quick
Pour out some liquor to tha homies I owe
R.I.P. to every f**in rapper, that is gone
n***a if you Bout It, scream and you shout it
It ain't where you from, every n***a get rowdy
Game get real, n***a guard yo' grill
Cause in the f**in ghetto you could lose yo' life foe a dollar bill
Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P
(Young Bleed) n***as holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, n***a we don't care
(Master P) Kentucky, Tennessee, n***a we don't care
(Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, n***a we don't care
(Master P) North Carolina, South Carolina, n***a we don't care
(Young Bleed) Give a f** n***as holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, n***a we don't care
(Master P) R.U., Utah n***a we don't care
(Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, n***a we don't care
(Master P) Arizona, New Mexico, n***a we don't care
[C-Loc]
It's wicked, when I kick it, you don't hear me though
When I hit tha do', best hit it tha flo', time to go
Pay tha cost, to be tha boss, in this rap sh**, about as wicked
It's gon' get, in tha industry, I be, bringin' tha action
In this musical fashion, if you don't know fool you betta ask em
Cause fools that wanna get wit I get wit em
When I put my gloves on, I'm bout to get gone, so long
Please mama may I, go out and be a playa, sippin' on Hennessey
A million b**hes want me, my n***a pa**ed tha herb, I took a token
I'm stayin' true, cuz what eva' he down wit I'm down wit it too
So don't get full of that alcohol in tha club and thank you bad
Cuz if ya'll n***as start f**in' up somebody gon' kick yo a**
Now who's that makin' that funky noise, it's tha locster comin' through
Wit all his boyz, f**ed up and let a n***a get tha right place in time
So now foolz I'm goin' fo' mine, motherf**ers ungh
Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P
(Young Bleed) n***as holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, n***a we don't care
(Master P) From New York to Oklahoma n***a we don't care
(Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, n***a we don't care
(Master P) Minnesota to Michigan n***a we don't care
(Young Bleed) Give a f** n***as holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, n***a we don't care
(Master P) Illinois to Indiana n***a we don't care
(Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, n***a we don't care
(Master P) Cause TRU n***as is bout it and we don't care
How we do that there, how we do that there
How we do that there
Cause No Limit n***as bout it and we don't care