Set It Off lyrics

by

Birdman


KICK ASS!
(Mmm-hmm) C'mon
(Uh-huh, mm-hmm)
Y'all boys don't know NUTTIN bout me (mm-hmm, uh-huh)
Ya heard? .. "Ladies and gentlemen!"

[Juvenile]
I'mma T.C. soldier, New Orleans stunna
If a b*tch leave me, I'mma take everything from her
Leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya rum up
I'mma find me some new pus*y, and buy a Four-Runner
I walk with a limp, cause my nuts heavy
And I like it from the back so hold your butt steady
I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin
And momma I love pus*y, but I ain't lickin
Now prepare yourself for a smooth di*kin
You don't want it girl? You don't know, what you missin
I'm the baddest boss n*gga walkin, you ain't heard?
I got a team of head busters waitin to give 'em the word
I gotta few in the East Coast, a few in the West
Down-South to Mid-W, whattup to the rest
Can't forget about the ghetto where they strugglin in debt
No matter what I do dawg, I love my set - "Ladies and gentlemen!"

[Hook: Juvenile]
Whodi, Wassup, Wodette, Wassup, Whodi, Wassup
Set it off in this motherf*cker
Whodi, Wassup, Wodette, Wassup, Whodi, Wassup
Set it off in this motherf*cker
Whodi, Wassup, Wodette, Wassup, Whodi, Wassup
Set it off in this motherf*cker
Whodi, Wassup, Wodette, Wassup, Whodi, Wassup
Set it off in this motherf*cker
[Juvenile]
The n*ggidy n*ggidy Nile's in this b*tch, get right
f*ck what you heard on the street it's CMR for life
Still ridin on dubs, sippin brown and white
Jump stupid if you want b*tch we gon' clown tonite
We got twenty-five choppers in the V.I.P
Cristal and 40 yack and a pound of weed
I know you wait for me to get drunk, and follow me home
Picture what I'mma give you though - a shot to yo' dome
f*ck it if your boys gon' be talkin they gon' get hit too
I'm really not givin a f*ck, long as I get you
Jamie, Fresh, Joe, Bubba
Ya gotta admit ha, Juvie a motherf*cker
I'mma general, executin the plan
Got a vision of the 3rd Ward, rulinn the land
Runnin up on hoes, tellin them to jump in the van
Mommy please come break off just me and my man

[Hook]

[Juvenile]
55% of these n*ggas 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 motherf*ckin cuffs off of us
We ain't kill nobody in this car, for us
And ridin on 20's is the law for us
I ain't from France, but excuse my french
f*ck ya if ya hatin, n*gga save that then
I been dealin wit you b*tches from way back then
Plus I kept a fire duck off the lay back in
You say my momma played me and J be tight
Cause Juvie takin care, so everything alright
b*tches see the sliver seraph wit them phat ass pipes
Bein followed by some n*ggas on some bad ass bikes
[Hook]
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