Set It Off Lyrics

Set It Off lyrics

(juvenile)
I’ma t.c. solja, new orleans stunna
If a bit*h 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 the 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 you missin
I’m the baddest boss nigga walkin
You ain’t heard I got a team of head busters waitin to give me the work
I gotta few in the east coast, a few in the west
Down-south to mid-w, wassup to the rest
Can’t forget about the ghetto, where they strugglin in debt
No matter what I get into I love my set

[hook (juvenile)]
Wodie, wassup, wodie, wassup
Set it off in this muthaf**ka
Wodie, wassup, wodie, wassup
Set it off in this muthaf**ka
Wodie, wassup, wodie, wassup
Set it off in this muthaf**ka
Wodie, wassup, wodie, wassup
Set it off in this muthaf**ka

(juvenile)
That nig-gidty nig-gidty nile’s in this bit*h, get right
f**k what you heard on the streets, it’s cmr for life
Still ridin on dubs, sippin brown and white
Jump stupid if you want, bit*h we gone clown tonite
We got 25 choppers in the v.i.p.
Cristal (? ) and a pound of weed
And I know you waitin for me to get drunk, and follow me home
Picture what I’m gone give to u, a shot to yo dome
f**kin wit yo boys and all that talkin, they gone get hit too
I’m really not givin a f**k, as long as I get u
Jamie, fresh, joe, bubba
Ya gotta admit ha, juvie a motherf**ker
I’ma general, executin the plan
Got a vision of that 3rd ward rule’n the land
Comin 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 niggaz 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 muthaf**kin cuffs off of us
We kill nobody in this car, but us
And ridin on 20’s is the law for us
I ain’t from france, but excuse my french
f**k ya if ya hatin, nigga save that there
I been dealinw it you bit*hes from why way back then
Plus I kept a fire ducked off to lay back in
You say my momma played me and j be tight
Juvie takin care, so everything alright
Bit*hes see the sliver seraph wit the phat as* pipes
Bein followed by some niggaz on some bad as* bikes

[hook]