Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hoody Hooo , by - Master P. Release date: 31.12.2009
Song language: English
Hoody Hooo |
| I represent the dirty south |
| For all my thugs and thugettes out there |
| To the world |
| Get rowdy rowdy, bout it bout it (Where they at?) |
| Where the tru thugs at? |
| 4 or 5 hummers, Burban, Jag for the summer |
| SS sittin 20's but I ain’t no muthafuckin stunna |
| Grab the gat, where they at, rat-tat-tat-tat |
| I represent the 3rd ward |
| You a rookie, I’m a vet, you the captain, I’m the crunch |
| You got that dinner, I got the lunch, hit the weed, pass the blunts |
| Your eyes red, you got the munchies |
| How you like me now, gold teeth when I smile |
| Try to take me out the ghetto but I’m still buckwild |
| So buckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga |
| (Hoody Hoo!) That’s the code for them killas |
| (Hoody Hoo!) Buckle up, knuckle up (What you wanna do?) |
| (Hoody Hoo!) Buckle up, knuckle up (What you wanna do?) |
| (Hoody Hoo!) Buckle up, knuckle up (What you wanna do?) |
| (Hoody Hoo!) Buckle up, knuckle up (What you wanna do?) |
| (Hoody Hoo!) Buckle up, knuckle up (What you wanna do?) |
| (Silkk the Shocker) |
| One for the money, two for the show |
| Three for my niggas, four to go |
| When I hear hoody hoo it’s time to ride |
| Let nothin slide, let nothin go |
| If you bout your paper then scream (Hoody Hoo!) |
| If you don’t fuck with them haters scream (Hoody Hoo!) |
| If you about big thangs then scream (Hoody Hoo!) |
| If about havin thangs the scream (Hoody Hoo!) |
| (Master P) |
| Whoa, hold on lil daddy, watch my feet |
| I know you gettin rowdy and everything |
| KL, bring that beat back |
| (Silkk the Shocker) |
| Drop the hot shit |
| So I can cop the new shit, the blue six |
| Niggas hatin these days |
| So guess what, I bulletproofed it |
| N-O-L-I-M-I to the T nigga |
| TRU is who we be nigga |
| Then scream if you with me nigga |
| Straight from the South, got them golds in my mouth |
| Converse on my feet |
| Thug girls bounce dat ass to the beat |
| We be No Limit niggas, and we rowdy |
| We come to the club and get the motherfucker wildin |
| Fuck, I been to the streets |
| Rest in peace to my peeps |
| Stay at home if you weak, gotta hustle just to eat |
| And the pound put it down, all them girls can’t tell |
| TRU niggas make mail, all them haters go to hell |
| Throw 'em up Uptown, all the way to Downtown |
| You might get clowned, so you better pack a round |
| TRU niggas want it all, we gon' ball till we fall |
| Put my tank on the wall, Hoody Hoo be call, nigga |
| (Chorus to fade) |