Juvenile - Set It Off Lyrics

[Juvenile]
I'm a T.C. solja, New Orleans stunna
If a b**** leave me, I'm a take every thing from her
Leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya rum up
I'm a find me some new p****, and buy me a Four-Runner

I walk wit a limp, 'cause 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 p****, 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 n**** 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, wa**up to the rest
Can't forget about tha ghetto, where they strugglin' in debt
No matter what I do dawg, I love my set

[Hook]
Wodie, Wa**up, Wodie, Wa**up
Set It Off in this muthaf***a
Wodie, Wa**up, Wodie, Wa**up
Set It Off in this muthaf***a
Wodie, Wa**up, Wodie, Wa**up
Set It Off in this muthaf***a
Wodie, Wa**up, Wodie, Wa**up
Set It Off in this muthaf***a

[Juvenile]
That Nig-gidty Nig-gidty Nile's in this b****, get right
F*** what you heard on the streets, it's CMR for life
Still ridin' on dubs, sippin' brown and white
Jump stupid if you want, b**** we gone clown tonight

We got 25 choppers in the V.I.P.
Fresh stylin' (?) 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 you, a shot to yo dome

F***in wit yo boys and all that talkin', they gone get hit too
I'm really not givin' a f***, as long as I get you
Jamie, Fresh, Joe, Bubba
Ya gotta admit ha, Juvie a muthaf***a

I'm a jelly roll, ask that killa Lil Bland
Got a vision of that 3rd Ward rule'n the land
Commin' 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 n****s 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***in 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*** ya if ya hatin', n**** save that there
I been dealin' it you b****es 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
B****es see the sliver (?) wit the phat a** pipes
Bein' followed by some n****s on some bad a** bikes

[Hook]