How Ya Do Dat - Young Bleed, Master P, C-Loc

New Orleans, Baton Rouge How you do that there

Lafeyette, Lake Charles How you do that there

Shreveport, Mississippi How you do that there

Alabama, Atlanta How you do that there

Florida, Arkansas How you do that there

Nigga say who that, say they wanna do that

Run up if you will and get ya ass whipped blue black

My nigga my nerve, fresh off the curb

Jelly jam and preserve, nothin but balls and my word

And a mossburg pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

Whateva my nigga cause young niggas still dyin

Hollin bout huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck nigga what

Full of that weed, planted like a poppy seed

A slanted and enchanted nappy nigga named Young Bleed Corleone

In the jungle, where the murder million mumble for months and days

Trippin off these blunts we blaze, hell of a high

And tellin em why, I’mma neva say die, You can see it my eyes

And niggas say I fly like a eagle and see no evil

And ain’t no sequel to this here, this year I’m bailin in the dough

Supernatural, wit ends, y’all niggas don’t here me though

But see how they runnin everything on the cool

But they know I’m fittin to act a fool in this motherfucker

Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P

(Young Bleed) Niggas holla how you do that there

Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don’t care

(Master P) From Texas to Atlanta, nigga we don’t care

(Young Bleed) Niggas holla how you do that there

Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don’t care

(Master P) Missouri, Ohio, nigga we don’t care

(Young Bleed) I hear they holla, how you do that there

Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don’t care

(Master P) D.C. to Nevada, nigga we don’t care

(Young Bleed) And niggas holla how you do that there

Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don’t care

(Master P) California to Virginia nigga, we don’t care

See in these streets, anything goes

My cousin in tha pen hittin that iron gettin swole

Sent me a letter said P get yo paper don’t trust these hoes

These niggas they’ll take you, hustlin is a habit

Young bread cabbage, popcorn and grits nigga tryin to get a rabbit

What about a nice stallion to slide in, twenty inch Vogues and some candy

Painted to ride in, niggas flip change in the game cause we soldiers

Eyes hella red cause a nigga blowin doja

Tie the black shoe strangs, tight on the Reeboks

Grab yo ski mask, DKNY, I mean a plastic Glock

Hoes bounce that ass, niggas get dealt wit

Keep yo' enemy tight, nigga never thank quick

Pour out some liquor to tha homies I owe

R.I.P.

to every fuckin rapper, that is gone

Nigga if you Bout It, scream and you shout it

It ain’t where you from, every nigga get rowdy

Game get real, nigga guard yo' grill

Cause in the fuckin ghetto you could lose yo' life foe a dollar bill

Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P

(Young Bleed) Niggas holla how you do that there

Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don’t care

(Master P) Kentucky, Tennessee, nigga we don’t care

(Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there

Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don’t care

(Master P) North Carolina, South Carolina, nigga we don’t care

(Young Bleed) Give a fuck niggas holla how you do that there

Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don’t care

(Master P) R.U., Utah nigga we don’t care

(Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there

Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don’t care

(Master P) Arizona, New Mexico, nigga we don’t care

It’s wicked, when I kick it, you don’t hear me though

When I hit tha do', best hit it tha flo', time to go

Pay tha cost, to be tha boss, in this rap shit, about as wicked

It’s gon' get, in tha industry, I be, bringin' tha action

In this musical fashion, if you don’t know fool you betta ask em

Cause fools that wanna get wit I get wit em

When I put my gloves on, I’m bout to get gone, so long

Please mama may I, go out and be a playa, sippin' on Hennessey

A million bitches want me, my nigga passed tha herb, I took a token

I’m stayin' true, cuz what eva' he down wit I’m down wit it too

So don’t get full of that alcohol in tha club and thank you bad

Cuz if ya’ll niggas start fuckin' up somebody gon' kick yo ass

Now who’s that makin' that funky noise, it’s tha locster comin' through

Wit all his boyz, fucked up and let a nigga get tha right place in time

So now foolz I’m goin' fo' mine, motherfuckers ungh

Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P

(Young Bleed) Niggas holla how you do that there

Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don’t care

(Master P) From New York to Oklahoma nigga we don’t care

(Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there

Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don’t care

(Master P) Minnesota to Michigan nigga we don’t care

(Young Bleed) Give a fuck niggas holla how you do that there

Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don’t care

(Master P) Illinois to Indiana nigga we don’t care

(Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there

Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don’t care

(Master P) Cause TRU niggas is bout it and we don’t care

How we do that there, how we do that there

How we do that there

Cause No Limit niggas bout it and we don’t care