Set It Off

Mannie Fresh: Era-era.. (scratching)
Juvenile: Kick ass!
MF: Mmm-hmm
J: C'mon!
MF: Uhh-hunh, Mmm-hmm...
J: Ya'll boys don't know nothin' bout me!
MF: Mmm-hmm, Uhh-hunh...
J: Whodi!
MF: Ladies and Gentlemen!!
[Juvenile]
I'ma T.C. solja, New Orleans stunna
If a bitch leave me, I'ma take every thing from her
Leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya rum up
I'ma find me some new pussy, and buy me a Four-Runner
I walk wit a limp, cuz 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 pussy, but I ain't lickin
Now prepare yourself for some new dick'n
You don't want it girl?, you don't know what u missin
I'm tha baddest boss nigga walkin
You ain't heard I got a team of head busters waitin to give me tha work
I gotta few in tha East Coast, a few in tha West
Down-South to Mid-W, wassup to tha rest
Can't forget about tha ghetto, where they strugglin in debt
No matter what I do dawg, I love my set
MF: Ladies and Gentlemen!!!
(Chorus 2x)
J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup?
J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup?
MF: Uh-hunh...
J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup?
MF: Mm-Hmmm...
J: Set it off in this muthafucka!
J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup?
MF: Mm-Hmmm...
J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup?
MF: Uh-hunh...
J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup?
MF: Mm-Hmmm...
J: Set it off in this muthafucka!
The nigga-the-nigga-the 'Nile's in this bitch, get right!
Fuck what you heard on the street, it's CMR for life!
Still ridin' on dubs, drippin' brown and 'mike.
Jump stupid if you want, bitch we gon' clown tonight!
We got 25 choppers in the V-I-P!
Cristow, imported yak, and a pound of weed.
I know u wait'n for me to get drunk and follow me home.
Picture what I'ma give you though, a shot to ya dome.
Fuck it, if you want some be talkers. They gon' get hit too.
I'm really not givin' a fuck, don't guess I get you!
Jank, Fresh, Joe, Bubba, You gotta admit it, ha? Juvy a muthafucka!
I'ma general, executin tha plan
Got a vision of that 3rd Ward rule'n tha land
Comin up on hoes, tellin them to jump in the van
Mommy please come break off just me and my man
(Chorus 2x)
55% of these niggas is fake, the otha 45% be handlin' they weight.
55% of these women is ho's, the otha 45% be playin' they role.
Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer! Take these muthafuckin' cuffs off of us!
We ain't killed nobody and this car for us.
And ridin' on 20's is the law for us!
I ain't from France but excuse my French,
Fuck ya if ya hatin', nigga! Say that then!
I been dealin' with you bitches since way back when.
Plus I kept a fire duck off the lay back end.
They say my mama bling bling, and JD tight,
Cuz Juvy takin' care so everything alright.
Bitches see the Silver Seph' with the phat ass pipes.
Bein' followed by some niggas on some bad ass bikes.
(Chorus 2x)
(Softly in the background)
MF: Mmm-hmmm... Uhh-hunhh... Mmm-hmmm...
J: Now, bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce.
Now, bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce.
Set it off in this muthafucka!
MF: Mmm-hmmm... Uhh-hunhh... Mmm-hmmm...
J: Now, bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce.
Now, bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce.
Set it off in this muthafucka!
J: WHOODDDII! Playa? WHOOODDII! Playa?
WHOODDDII! Set it off in this muthafucka!
MF: Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
J: WHOODDDII! C'mon! WHOOODDII! C'mon!
WHOODDDII! C'mon! Set it off in this muthafucka!
J: Playa? P-P-Playa?
MF: Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya heard'z me???
J: Playa? P-P-Playa? Whodi?