Wooo Lyrics

Wooo lyrics

featuring Snoop Dogg Mia X Big Ed Mr. Serv On Kane & Abel

[Mac]
No
Limit black sheep played the back seat for months
Stayed away from the
Tanqueray bitches and blunts
Still Mac nigga ain't nothin changed
Got the
rings and the gold chains
Now bitches wanna know my whole name
I penetrate
em then I disintegrate em
I let the next nigga date em cuz I don't hate
em
I spit voodoo to the most hard to get hoes
And at the end of the
night, I rippin off clothes
You fuckin with the realest, from lyrical
spillers
To killers and dealers and cap peelers, and street
guerillas
From villians to chillers, we made millions
And paid killers to
protect scrilla
So what the fuck you talk about winners?
You hear that
word camouflage when you hear my name
I represent the shell shocked cuz it's
in my veins
(No Limit soldier) is on my left arm, I took it in blood
Throw
your hood up if you a thug
And all them niggas say

[Chorus -
Mac]
(Woah!)
You see a soldier on the streets holler
(Woah!)
You
hear them soldiers on them beats holler
(Woah!)
Every time them soldiers
speak holler
(Woah!)

[Kane & Abel]
Load your weapons, grab your
gats
We sprinkle daily verbs over tracks
Hit the chest like heart
attacks
When my lyrical hammer cock back
And leave bullet holes in your
Bourbons and 'Lacs
The only thing we give them hoes is a dick and a
smack
Gangstafied Kane & Abel you know the camouflage assassin
Blastin
and mashin, kidnappin and head bashin
Razor blade slashin, the endo blunt
passin
For the cash and, woah it's bout to happen
What you want (?) ugly
with that 223
Hit em up in 3-d, now it's banned from tv
Niggas playa
hated, I sho hated
Spark the weed, cremated
See this game, we
regulated

[Mr. Serv-On]
Nigga, you know me
The nigga that spell
everything out? (Nah)
The nigga that'll run through your motherfuckin set
and bang
your hoe motherfuckin out (Fuck yeah nigga)
The nigga that's
catchin these niggas and beatin em down
Cuz they wearin Tanks, they don't
know what the fuck it mean
Nigga, that's the fuck, that's about punchin your
fuckin mouth
The nigga that'll tear the club up
Nigga, I don't give a fuck
if you bangin or slangin
Nigga when I put this Tank up nigga you get rowdy as
the fuck
But if you think I was gonna leave this motherfucker
without
spellin a line
K-L you done lost your motherfuckin mind
Stop
the track cuz these niggas don't know about my click black
I down with the M
to the A to the C
It's the S to the E to the R to the V
Fuckin with the T
to the A to the N to the K
And when I come through motherfucker and I raise
my Tank up high
You best believe some a you coward motherfuckers gon
die

[Chorus]

[Big Ed]
Nigga what I claim?
Nigga I claim
TRU!
I hang with niggas that's killas with TRU tatoos
I got my name Big
Ed from what I put between hips
I got my name Assassin from the way I empty
out clips
Wear the No Limit soldier, thuggin at heart
Hittin niggas with
throw aways when I toss em I break em apart
Niggas get your guns up if you
rowdy
And when Assassin hit the stores, buy the album if you bout it
bout
it

[Snoop Dogg]
Rowdy gangsta in this motherfucker, loco
So I can
come through and keep it TRU and do what the fuck I
must
I bust, I keep
it TRU from the 'ginnin
Snoop Dogg, the representer from Long Beach
city
A TRU tank dog, bank y'all in y'all face
If y'all try to come close,
y'all can't run this race
I place my self above the stack
With my homeboys
Mac and sack you fact, we strap for strap
We got your back, don't even flip
out or trip out
Or dip out, these niggas lookin at me strange
My game to
maintain, I let it go, I sell it don't tell it
Y'all can't touch it
motherfucker, or bail it, for real

[Mia X]
Biggest mama, drama two
guns here I come
Put down for my last son, the camouflaged one
Mac the
don, get your shine on cuz it's your time
And I'ma get my rhyme on and spit
like nine
Cocked nine millimeters the ghetto diva
Mia X-rated, golden
platinum plated
Face it, when they hear me on the K-L track
All them
niggas grab they head and jump back
Hollin Woah cuz it's goin down like lips
to dick
I'm so tight I make you bitches never wanna see the mic
And spit,
the matter lesson rhymes next to mine
I'm mama superior, you hoes is fearin
the
Lyrical warfare I exhale
Some fake bitches like you name is
Mel
Battle anybody, hip hop or glock
On TRU I'ma close your shop, woah