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