Mannie Fresh: Era-era (Scratching)
Juvenile: Okay
Lil' Wayne: Ah-hanh
MF: Mmm-hmm Mmm-hmm
LW: Okay, Ah-hanh, Ah-hanh
J: Mmm-hmm Mmm-hmm
LW: Remix, remix Who you be? Who you be?
(Listen, Listen, Listen)
MF: Ladies and Gentlemen!
Lil' Wayne:
Oh and I'm Weezy-Wee the man and I rep's it well
And it's gon' be Cash Money resident to jail
Catch me flossin' in the hood, tryin'a get at ya gal
In a Porsche, like a bat outta hell, (Eeerrrnn)
I'ma tell it how it is, ain't no matter the cost
Respect me or get a shot to where you gather ya thoughts
Drive a Escalade wavin' on them deep dish rims
And got ya girl sayin, "We just friends!" I ain't trippin
I'ma do it fa my city, So ya gotta get with me
Blue-eyed Bentley, knew I'd get it Ah-hanh
From the streets of the dirty, it's humid and muddy
We get money or it get bloody, ya heard me?
I got some freaks on my side that you'll like
And somethin' on my wrist colder than a Coors Light
It's S-Q-7, C-M-B, it's life
It's hot boy, forever, Weezy-Wee Get right! Ah-hanh
MF: Ladies and Gentlemen!
(Chorus 2x)
J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup?
J: WHODI! Whassup?
MF: Uh-hunh
J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup?
MF: Mm-Hmmm
J: Set it off in this mutha! Wha'sup?
J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup?
MF: Mm-Hmmm
J: WHODI! Whassup?
MF: Uh-hunh
J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup?
MF: Mm-Hmmm
J: Set it off in this mutha! Wha'sup?
Baby (of Big Tymers):
I'm the #1 Stunna, Baby, B, Brian, and Bubba
Got that Chrissy in my hand, a pistol in the other
Ol' ignorant hot boy bout to get in some trouble
Plus a million off the liquor, bout to get at ya woman
I'm runnin with them H-B-G's, them Uptown thugs
I ain't buyin' the bar, homie, I'm buyin' the clu
Told mama, "Look, get chea Show me whassup
Put some straightn'n on them dubs, and show me some love!"
Now, 'k, sell all dem key to G
Ya gotta admit it, that's the way it supposed to be
I'm the bird man, homie, and I'm sellin' em cheap
Puttin' hits on busta's while I'm brushin' my teeths
Can't quit this nah, cause you done played it too strong
Stunna, Caoulionay, till I'm dead and gone
One love to them hot boys sellin that "Rome"
And my home is in the pen, from usin' they phones
(Chorus 2x)
J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup?
J: WHODI! Whassup?
MF: Uh-hunh
J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup?
MF: Mm-Hmmm
J: Set it off in this mutha! Wha'sup?
J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup?
MF: Mm-Hmmm
J: WHODI! Whassup?
MF: Uh-hunh
J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup?
MF: Mm-Hmmm
J: Set it off in this mutha! Wha'sup?
Young Turk:
(C'mon C'mon C'mon)
Forget what ya heard, dogg Turk still thuggin
Ya got me messed up, bout to make me start bustin
Trust me I don't miss, cousin
And the last thing you see is fire'n blood gushin
I'ma lil' thug, always strapped with that thing,
You get killed thug, when you messin' with me man
I run with real soldiers, called the B-G-F
Ready fa anything, you can believe that there
I guess it's in us, to be the way that we be
We all from Uptown from the 3 to the 13th
We tote choppa's with a hundred in em
And ya see them dope shots? We bout runnin' in em
We play it raw, givin' a "whut" about the law
They get stole too when they messin with us
My team still strong, we all from the hood
C-M-R fa life, come between whut's ya wood?
(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
MF: Mmm-hmmm Uhh-hunhh Mmm-hmmm
J: Now, bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce
Now, bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce
J: WHOODDDII! Playa? WHOOODDII! Playa?
WHOODDDII! Set It! Set It!
MF: Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
J: WHOODDDII! C'mon! WHOOODDII! C'mon!
WHOODDDII! C'mon! Set it off in this mutha!
MF: Set it on in here, ya heard's me???
J: Whussup? Whussup?
MF: Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya heard's me???