Doo Rags lyrics

[Intro]
This for all the n*ggas out there thuggin
Whodi!, get 'em up! get 'em up! get 'em up! (WHAT?!)

[Chorus: Master P]
My n*ggas here we go (HUNH!)
From the streets we clock that dough (WHAT?!)
Doo rags with a mouth full a golds (HUNH!)
Is all my n*ggas ready to roll? (WHAT?!)

[Verse 1: Master P]
Now you don't know me whodi you better step back
Cause I'm bad for your health, like heroin and crack
I'm a thug, I keep my hand on the trigger
But the ladies love me cause I'm a million dollar n*gga
Roll in V12's, big bodies and trucks
All chromed out, and all souped up
Find me sittin on the porch in the project blowin blunt
Waitin to get paid on the first on the month
Now, y'all really don't wanna mess with me
I'm that n*gga out the CP3
Whodi born in the bricks, and dranks on me
Ain't no stuntin lady, y'all know who I be
I'm a uptown n*gga, live a uptown life
Gotta uptown house, with a uptown wife (WHAT?!)
[Chorus: Master P]
My n*ggas here we go (HUNH!)
From the streets we clock that dough (WHAT?!)
Doo rags with a mouth full a golds (HUNH!)
Is all my n*ggas ready to roll? (WHAT?!)

[Verse 2: Slay Sean]
Yo I'm the hottest n*gga in rap, f*ck where you been at
f*ck where you sit at, S-serk hit like di-dat
Rock two gi-dats, taste rap ci-dats
This n*gga blast on the East and South tri-dack
My sh*t bi-dack, like ki's to the cri-dack
Movie or the click-clack, who wants some of di-dat?
Serk don't box, slide it rat-a-tat ta-dat
Hoes in your face smack find you where you lay at
Serk ain't the sh*t, oh I know you ain't say that
Knew I'd come get 'cha boy, you know I don't play dat! (WHAT?!)

[Chorus: Master P]
My n*ggas here we go (HUNH!)
From the streets we clock that dough (WHAT?!)
Doo rags with a mouth full a golds (HUNH!)
Is all my n*ggas ready to roll? (WHAT?!)


[Outro: Master P]
Where the project n*ggas at? (what what)
Where them No Limit n*ggas at? (what what)
Where them down south n*ggas at? (what what)
Where them east coast n*ggas at? (what what)
Where them mid-west n*ggas at? (what what)
Where them west coast n*ggas at? (what what)
Where them project n*ggas at? (what what)
Ain't no n*ggas, like my n*ggas
(what!, what!, what!, what!, what!, what!
What!, what!, what!, what!, what!)
[Chorus: Master P]
My n*ggas here we go (HUNH!)
From the streets we clock that dough (WHAT?!)
Doo rags with a mouth full a golds (HUNH!)
Is all my n*ggas ready to roll? (WHAT?!)