I'm a T.C. solja, New Orleans stunna If a b**** leave me, I'm a take every thing from her Leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya rum up I'm a find me some new p****, and buy me a Four-Runner I walk wit a limp, 'cause my nuts heavy And I like it from tha back so hold your butt steady I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin' Lil Momma I love p****, but I ain't lickin' Now prepare yourself for some new dick'n You don't want it girl?, you don't know what you missin' I'm the baddest boss n**** walkin' You ain't heard I got a team of head busters waitin' to give me the work I gotta few in the East Coast, a few in the West Down-South to Mid-W, wa**up to the rest Can't forget about tha ghetto, where they strugglin' in debt No matter what I do dawg, I love my set Wodie, Wa**up, Wodie, Wa**up Set It Off in this muthaf***a Wodie, Wa**up, Wodie, Wa**up Set It Off in this muthaf***a Wodie, Wa**up, Wodie, Wa**up Set It Off in this muthaf***a Wodie, Wa**up, Wodie, Wa**up Set It Off in this muthaf***a That Nig-gidty Nig-gidty Nile's in this b****, get right F*** what you heard on the streets, it's CMR for life Still ridin' on dubs, sippin' brown and white Jump stupid if you want, b**** we gone clown tonight We got 25 choppers in the V.I.P. Fresh stylin' (?) and a pound of weed And I know you waitin' for me to get drunk, and follow me home Picture what I'm gone give to you, a shot to yo dome F***in wit yo boys and all that talkin', they gone get hit too I'm really not givin' a f***, as long as I get you Jamie, Fresh, Joe, Bubba Ya gotta admit ha, Juvie a muthaf***a I'm a jelly roll, ask that killa Lil Bland Got a vision of that 3rd Ward rule'n the land Commin' up on hoes, tellin' them to jump in the van Mommy please come break off just me and my man Wodie, Wa**up, Wodie, Wa**up Set It Off in this muthaf***a Wodie, Wa**up, Wodie, Wa**up Set It Off in this muthaf***a Wodie, Wa**up, Wodie, Wa**up Set It Off in this muthaf***a Wodie, Wa**up, Wodie, Wa**up Set It Off in this muthaf***a 55% of these n****s 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 muthaf***in cuffs off of us We kill nobody in this car, but 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**** save that there I been dealin' it you b****es from why way back then Plus I kept a fire ducked off to lay back in You say my momma played me and J be tight Juvie takin' care, so everything alright B****es see the sliver (?) wit the phat a** pipes Bein' followed by some n****s on some bad a** bikes Wodie, Wa**up, Wodie, Wa**up Set It Off in this muthaf***a Wodie, Wa**up, Wodie, Wa**up Set It Off in this muthaf***a Wodie, Wa**up, Wodie, Wa**up Set It Off in this muthaf***a Wodie, Wa**up, Wodie, Wa**up Set It Off in this muthaf***a