Ooh Ahh lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah!
Mississippi motherf*cka, coming' out talking' big sh*t
f*ck that, suck that!
Blast that b*tch, duck that!
I ain't playin'
Mississippi motherf*cka, Southside!
Yeah!
Big Face, n*gga! Big Face Entertainment, n*gga

[Hook]
Singin' ooooooh, ahhhhhh
Yeah, motherf*cka
Singin' ooooooh, ahhhhhh
Yeah, motherf*cka
Ain't no b*tch in our blood, around here
Ain't no b*tch in our blood, down here

Singin' ooooooh, ahhhhhh
Yeah, motherf*cka
Singin' ooooooh, ahhhhhh
Yeah, motherf*cka
Ain't no b*tch in our blood, around here
Ain't no b*tch in our blood, down here

[Verse]
b*tch, please say my name
Pimp C said "We ain't got time to be playin' these pus*y ass games with a lame", motherf*cka
Jigga-J jigga-A jigga-CK
Son run, run run
Go and get ya mama, b*tch
Mississippi bring the drama, b*tch
Straight to ya place, in ya face, kickin' down, kickin' down
Kickin' down yo door
How many times I gotta say you ain't f*ckin' with no hoe?
Or no weak billy-buckin' ass, field ass n*ggas
We some pimpin', Bart Simpson, Iceberg, Trill n*ggas
And we comin' for yo cash box
b*tch get yo ass boxed, and dumped in the shed
Blowed slugs in yo head
b*tch can't run from the infrared
I aimed at yo knee and knocked off yo leg
Ya heard what I said?
You pus*y ass j*rk
You f*ck with ya boy and yo ass will get murked
I'm f*ckin' ya girl when she come home from work
She suckin' my di*k with a mouth full Certs
She biting my di*k, but, b*tch that sh*t hurt
I'm stuffin' her mouth with ya Hilfiger shirt
I'm takin' this gun, I'm blastin' yo ass
I love the AK, cuz it's quicker to blast
Crunker to buck, quicker to duck
I'm sick of y'all b*tches, I've bout has enough
[Hook]

[Verse]
Singin' oooooh
He in a Coup Deville
David Banner so trill, motherf*ckas like oooooooh
You ain't bout that steel, and the piece n*ggas grill
Motherf*ckers like AHHHH, YEAH, *chirp* on a 2-way Cell
Motherf*ckers like AHHHH, YEAH, he in a 'Lac truck on Sprewells
Now I'm hittin' you b*tches with missiles that's come from guns
I got everybody, now watch all y'all b*tch n*ggas run
And fall
But b*tch we ball
When a n*gga in the mall, lil kids like "dawg, he be the sh*t"
That n*gga all hit
Have yo b*tch, be like, "He gangsta"
I would admit
I'm a G, cuz I spent a G on a outfit
And with the Gs on my new kicks, them Pumas with them Gucci stripes
Pumas, cuz y'all n*ggas put y'all Gucci on them brand new Nikes
Air Force 1s
n*gga got a gun
f*ck with me, and leave ya life on the run
My Uzi, that b*tch it still weighs bout a ton
I'm movin' ya ass [?]
Damn a b*tch, I'm tryna get rich
Y'all pus*y ass n*ggas can suck on my di*k
Suck on my di*k, lick on my nuts
I say all this sh*t, cuz I don't give a f*ck
[Hook]