Juvenile - Set It Off (Dirty) lyrics

C'mon Y'all boys don't know nuttin' 'bout me Ya heard?, "Ladies and Gentlemen" I'ma T.C. soldier, New Orleans stunna If a b**h 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 p**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 bu*t steady I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin' And momma I love p**y, but I ain't lickin' Now prepare yourself for a smooth dickin' You don't want it girl? You don't know, what you missin' I'm the baddest boss n***a 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-West, whats up 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**up, Wodette wa**up, Wodie wa**up Set it off in this motherf**er Wodie wa**up, Wodette wa**up, Wodie wa**up Set it off in this motherf**er Wodie wa**up, Wodette wa**up, Wodie wa**up Set it off in this motherf**er Wodie wa**up, Wodette wa**up, Wodie wa**up Set it off in this motherf**er The n**idy n**idy Nile's in this b**h, get right f** what you heard on the street it's CMR for life Still ridin' on dubs, sippin' brown and white Jump stupid if you want b**h 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** it, if your boys gon' be talkin' they gon' get hit too I'm really not givin' a f**, long as I get you Jamie, Fresh, Joe, Bubba Ya gotta admit ha, Juvie a motherf**er 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**up, Wodette wa**up, Wodie wa**up Set it off in this motherf**er Wodie wa**up, Wodette wa**up, Wodie wa**up Set it off in this motherf**er Wodie wa**up, Wodette wa**up, Wodie wa**up Set it off in this motherf**er Wodie wa**up, Wodette wa**up, Wodie wa**up Set it off in this motherf**er 55% of these n***as is fake The other 45% be handlin' they weight 55% of these women is hoes The other 45% be playin' they role Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer Take these motherf**in' cuffs off of us We ain't k** 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** ya if ya hatin', n***a save that then I been dealin' wit you b**hes 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 b**hes see the sliver seraph wit them phat a** pipes Bein' followed by some n***as on some bad a** bikes Wodie wa**up, Wodette wa**up, Wodie wa**up Set it off in this motherf**er Wodie wa**up, Wodette wa**up, Wodie wa**up Set it off in this motherf**er Wodie wa**up, Wodette wa**up, Wodie wa**up Set it off in this motherf**er Wodie wa**up, Wodette wa**up, Wodie wa**up Set it off in this motherf**er