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Hoody Hoo Lyrics
Artist: TRU
Album: Da Crime Family
(Master P)
Don't make me call the dogs (use my ghetto code)
Oh we got beef? (Hoody Hoo)
I represent the dirty south
For all my thugs and thugettes out there
To the world
Get rowdy rowdy bout it bout it (Where they at?)
Where the tru thugs at?
4 or 5 hummers Burban Jag for the summer
SS sittin 20's but I ain't no muthafuckin stunter
Grab the gat where they at rat tat tat tat
I represent the 3rd ward
You a rookie, I'm a vet, you the captain, I'm the crunch
You got that dinner, I got the lunch, hit the weed, pass the blunts
Your eyes red, you got the munchies
How you like me now, gold teeth when I smile
Try to take me out the ghetto but I'm still buckwild
(Chorus)
So buckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga
(Hoody Hoo!) That's the code for them killas
(Hoody Hoo!) Buckle up, knuckle up (What you wanna do?)
(Hoody Hoo!) Buckle up, knuckle up (What you wanna do?)
(Hoody Hoo!) Buckle up, knuckle up (What you wanna do?)
(Hoody Hoo!) Buckle up, knuckle up (What you wanna do?)
(Hoody Hoo!) Buckle up, knuckle up (What you wanna do?)
(Silkk the Shocker)
One for the money, two for the show
Three for my niggaz, four to go
When I hear hoody hoo it's time to ride
Let nothin slide, let nothin go
If you bout your paper then scream (Hoody Hoo!)
If you don't fuck with them haters scream (Hoody Hoo!)
If you about big thangs then scream (Hoody Hoo!)
If about havin thangs the scream (Hoody Hoo!)
(Master P)
Whoa, hold on lil daddy, watch my feet
I know you gettin rowdy and everything
KL, bring that beat back
(Silkk the Shocker)
Drop the hot shit
So I can cop the new shit, the blue six
Niggaz hatin these days
So guess what, I bulletproofed it
N-O-L-I-M-I to the T nigga
TRU is who we be nigga
Then scream if you with me nigga
(Chorus)
(C-Murder)
Straight from the South, got them golds in my mouth
Converse on my feet
Thug girls bounce dat ass to the beat
We be No Limit niggaz, and we rowdy
We come to the club and get the motherfucker wildin
Fuck, I been to the streets
Rest in peace to my peeps
Stay at home if you weak, gotta hustle just to eat
And the pound put it down, all them girls can't tell
TRU niggaz make mail, all them haters go to hell
Throw 'em up Uptown, all the way to Downtown
You might get clowned, so you better pack a round
TRU niggaz want it all, we gon' ball till we fall
Put my tank on the wall, Hoody Hoo be call, nigga
(Chorus to fade)
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Comments/Interpretations
this is heat
the real gangster
hear this
this track is GGGGaanngggsstterrr!!
hoody hooo! flakes
this shit basicly explains my life
man i got dis on ma mp3 player
i liked these people since i was lil
i got this on my mp3 to bra
This my shit fuck all this new shit!
fuckin good shit hoody hoooo!!!!!!!
My life in the suburbs, that is.
we qot dis on our cassette tapes!! hoody hooo
bithc get off me
@DJLSD
dude youre freakin hilarious...do you realize that you said something in september 09 and then you came back on january 11 and re-commented - that's HILARIOUS!!
Who dis is.. who dis isss??? Di MaTTer Pee... oh yeah.. well P. Let me hear ya say Eaaahhhhnnnnnn!!!! Eeaheaheaheaheah... Maan di aint not Mo#$@r fu$k'n P. Get yo #@$#% xD lol... Hoody Hooo knuckle up, what'cha gonna do?!!
This track makes me wanna fuck shit up! Bangs a little too hard for these white boys i be around lol