Juvenile - Set It Off lyrics

KICK ASS! (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!" [Juvenile] I'mma T.C. soldier, New Orleans stunna If a b**h leave me, I'mma take everything from her Leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya rum up I'mma 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-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!" [Hook: Juvenile] Woadie, 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 [Juvenile] 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'mma 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'mma 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 [Hook] [Juvenile] 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 [Hook]