Master P - How Ya Do Dat lyrics

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, heard they want do that Run up if you will get yo a** whipped blue black My n***a my nerve, fresh out 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***az 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 n***a named Young Bleed party on 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'ma neva say die, see it my eyes And n***az say I fly like a eagle, 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***az 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***az 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***az 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 tha Valley, n***a we don't care (Young Bleed) And n***az 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 swoll Sent me a letter said P get yo paper don't trust these hoes These n***az 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***az 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***az 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***az 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***az 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***az 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***az 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***az 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***az bout it and we don't care