Lyrics How Ya' Do Dat' Again - Young Bleed, Brotha Lynch Hung, Tech N9ne

How Ya' Do Dat' Again

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
Nigga say who that, say they wanna do that
Run up if you will and get ya ass whipped blue black
My nigga my nerve, fresh off 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 nigga cause young niggas still dyin
Hollin bout huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck nigga what
Full of that weed, planted like a poppy seed
A slanted and enchanted nappy nigga named Young Bleed Corleone
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’mma neva say die, You can see it my eyes
And niggas say I fly like a eagle and see no evil
And ain’t no sequel to this here, this year I’m bailin in the dough
Supernatural, wit ends, y’all niggas 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 motherfucker
Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P
(Young Bleed) Niggas holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don’t care
(Master P) From Texas to Atlanta, nigga we don’t care
(Young Bleed) Niggas holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don’t care
(Master P) Missouri, Ohio, nigga we don’t care
(Young Bleed) I hear they holla, how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don’t care
(Master P) D.C. to Nevada, nigga we don’t care
(Young Bleed) And niggas holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don’t care
(Master P) California to Virginia nigga, we don’t care
See in these streets, anything goes
My cousin in tha pen hittin that iron gettin swole
Sent me a letter said P get yo paper don’t trust these hoes
These niggas they’ll take you, hustlin is a habit
Young bread cabbage, popcorn and grits nigga tryin to get a rabbit
What about a nice stallion to slide in, twenty inch Vogues and some candy
Painted to ride in, niggas flip change in the game cause we soldiers
Eyes hella red cause a nigga blowin doja
Tie the black shoe strangs, tight on the Reeboks
Grab yo ski mask, DKNY, I mean a plastic Glock
Hoes bounce that ass, niggas get dealt wit
Keep yo' enemy tight, nigga never thank quick
Pour out some liquor to tha homies I owe
R.I.P.
to every fuckin rapper, that is gone
Nigga if you Bout It, scream and you shout it
It ain’t where you from, every nigga get rowdy
Game get real, nigga guard yo' grill
Cause in the fuckin ghetto you could lose yo' life foe a dollar bill
Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P
(Young Bleed) Niggas holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don’t care
(Master P) Kentucky, Tennessee, nigga we don’t care
(Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don’t care
(Master P) North Carolina, South Carolina, nigga we don’t care
(Young Bleed) Give a fuck niggas holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don’t care
(Master P) R.U., Utah nigga we don’t care
(Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don’t care
(Master P) Arizona, New Mexico, nigga we don’t care
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 shit, 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 bitches want me, my nigga passed 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 niggas start fuckin' up somebody gon' kick yo ass
Now who’s that makin' that funky noise, it’s tha locster comin' through
Wit all his boyz, fucked up and let a nigga get tha right place in time
So now foolz I’m goin' fo' mine, motherfuckers ungh
Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P
(Young Bleed) Niggas holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don’t care
(Master P) From New York to Oklahoma nigga we don’t care
(Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don’t care
(Master P) Minnesota to Michigan nigga we don’t care
(Young Bleed) Give a fuck niggas holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don’t care
(Master P) Illinois to Indiana nigga we don’t care
(Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don’t care
(Master P) Cause TRU niggas 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 niggas bout it and we don’t care