Wodie lyrics

[Intro]

Thuggy Thuggy Records taking over from 1999 bitch

What’s up DJ Hector, DJ Hector

We gon’ take this shit blood, wodie

We gon’ take this shit back

Wodie, yeah

We gon’ take this shit back

Why, why

We gon’ take this shit back (Hmm)

We gon’ take this shit back (Hmm)

Nigga, what’s up? (Hmm)

What the - nigga, nigga, what’s up? (Hmm)

Aaaah, nigga, check me out

Ain’t No Limit to this shit

Nigga, nigga (aaah)

[Verse 1]

I'm about to take you niggas to the hood

Deep in the woods

Where them niggas be hustling

Thuggin and smokin that good

Talking to gangs, dressing in black

Where them hoes be on the porch

Talking and being bad ass

In the projects, the ghetto, the gutter [?]

Where niggas be bout the murder

We’re down in the dirty, dirty

When niggas got 30, 30

And like Tiger Woods, niggas push the birdie, birdie

We on the chain early

Hood niggas and hood chicks

Hood rich, still living in the bricks

Hood shit, that's all they about, that is how they live

Running all em bout mudda get yo dog ass killed

Caps to pill

Homie gets real in the field

Young nigga pack steel

Fuck it that's how I feel

[Hook]

Wodie, wodie yes yes

They be hiding in them damn projects yes

Wodie, wodie yes yes

Wodie, wodie yes yes

Wodie, wodie yes yes

Wodie, wodie yes yes

Wodie, what’s up

Wodie yes, what’s up

Wodie, what’s up

Wodie yes, what’s up

Wodie, what’s up

Wodie yes, what’s up

Wodie, what’s up

Wodie yes, what’s up

[Verse 2]

R.I.P. Hot Boy

Yeah, I'm fucking with the Hot Boys

Hot Boy Turk and me we back up on the block boy

Free C-Murder, R.I.P. Slim

We back up on the block

I mean we back up in the gym

Nigga get this weight up

Getting weighs 34 kilos

5 and 4 ounce that's a motherfucking free thrown

The way we shot this [?]

We call this evil

Im from the Calio projects

I do this for my people

Yeah I'm a killer

Nigga call me meatball

I’m a drug lord like Clements

I put it in a hole

Free the boy lil Drizzle

He'll be home in a minute

Nigga I'm the man

I got the keys to the city

Nigga wodie on your bitch

If your bitch looking pretty

Wodie playing games yeah

Wodie, he can get it

Wodie big cars fucking with the big dogs

Riding with the top off

Choppers on the front yard

Mob shit

[Hook]

Wodie, wodie yes yes (what’s up)

Wodie, wodie yes yes (what’s up)

Wodie, wodie yes yes (what’s up)

Wodie, wodie yes yes (what’s up)

Wodie, what’s up

Wodie yes, what’s up

Wodie, what’s up

Wodie yes, what’s up

Wodie, what’s up

Wodie yes, what’s up

Wodie, what’s up

Wodie yes, what’s up

[Verse 2]

I’m from the part of California that ain’t made it rapping

Come around here and a nigga gon’ ask you what’s racking

Everybody territorial inhospitable

You can try to creep but you end up in the hospital though

Chopper city here to everybody who bout wearing blue

Hard to get a dollar when the enemies want you

San Diego pack up for you, south east, Logan Avenue

Republican them a muhfucka, they’ll do away with you

So here I am Mr. Hot Boy riding round in some new

Quarter mill of em G’s won’t help when they watching you

Mostly these niggas pimpin out these, most city bitches hoeing

These niggas here they ain’t doing that, just D bone and keep going

My nigga Turk call ‘em wodie, I call ‘em homie

He earned that the night he clocked on, them niggas for me

So confrontational to life, look in my section

Just know when you see Mitchy he riding with protection

[Hook]

Wodie, wodie yes yes

Wodie, wodie yes yes

Wodie, wodie yes yes

Wodie, wodie yes yes

Wodie, what’s up

Wodie yes, what’s up

Wodie, what’s up

Wodie yes, what’s up

Wodie, what’s up

Wodie yes, what’s up

Wodie, what’s up

Wodie yes, what’s up

[Outro]

Follow me now cause I'm a hot boy

Run up and run to you

Don’t get chopped boy

Follow me now cause I'm a hot boy

Run up and run to you

Don’t get chopped boy

They see me, they wodie, they be the thug that I be

They see me, they wodie, they be the thug that I be

They see me, they wodie, they be the thug that I be

Mister YMT