How Ya' Do Dat' Again-Young Bleed/Tech N9ne/Brotha Lynch Hung

How Ya Do Dat Again - Young Bleed featuring C-Loc, Master P [Master P] Unngghh, How you do that there (remix), how you do that there 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 [Young Bleed] Ni**a say who that, heard they want do that Run up if you will get yo as* whipped blue black My ni**a my nerve, fresh out 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 ni**a cause young niggaz still dyin Hollin bout huh, ni**a what, huh, give a f**k ni**a what Full of that w**d, planted like a poppy seed A slanted and enchanted ni**a named Young Bleed party on 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'ma neva say die, see it my eyes And niggaz say I fly like a eagle, see no evil And ain't no sequel to this here, this year I'm bailin in the dough Supernatural, wit ends, y'all niggaz 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 motherf**ker Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P (Young Bleed) Niggaz holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, ni**a we don't care (Master P) From Texas to Atlanta, ni**a we don't care (Young Bleed) Niggaz holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, ni**a we don't care (Master P) Missouri, Ohio, ni**a we don't care (Young Bleed) I hear they holla, how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, ni**a we don't care (Master P) D.C. to tha Valley, ni**a we don't care (Young Bleed) And niggaz holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, ni**a we don't care (Master P) California to Virginia ni**a, we don't care [Master P] See in these streets, anything goes My cousin in tha pen hittin that iron gettin swoll Sent me a letter said P get yo paper don't trust these hoes These niggaz they'll take you, hustlin is a habit Young bread cabbage, popcorn and grits ni**a tryin to get a rabbit What about a nice stallion to slide in, twenty inch Vogues and some candy painted to ride in, niggaz flip change in the game cause we soldiers Eyes ever red cause a ni**a blowin doja Tie the black shoe strangs, tight on the Reeboks Grab yo ski mask, DKNY, I mean a plastic glock Hoes bounce that a**, niggaz get dealt wit Keep yo' enemy tight, ni**a never thank quick Pour out some liquor to tha homies I owe R.I.P. to every f**kin rapper, that is gone Ni**a if you Bout It, scream and you shout it It ain't where you from, every ni**a get rowdy Game get real, ni**a guard yo' grill Cause in the f**kin ghetto you could lose yo' life foe a dollar bill Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P (Young Bleed) Niggaz holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, ni**a we don't care (Master P) Kentucky, Tennessee, ni**a we don't care (Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, ni**a we don't care (Master P) North Carolina, South Carolina, ni**a we don't care (Young Bleed) Give a f**k niggaz holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, ni**a we don't care (Master P) R.U., Utah ni**a we don't care (Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, ni**a we don't care (Master P) Arizona, New Mexico, ni**a we don't care [C-Loc] 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 sh*t, 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 bit*hes want me, my ni**a 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 f**kin' up somebody gon' kick yo a** Now who's that makin' that funky noise, it's tha locster comin' through Wit all his boyz, f**ked up and let a ni**a get tha right place in time So now foolz I'm goin' fo' mine, motherf**kers ungh Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P (Young Bleed) Niggaz holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, ni**a we don't care (Master P) From New York to Oklahoma ni**a we don't care (Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, ni**a we don't care (Master P) Minnesota to Michigan ni**a we don't care (Young Bleed) Give a f**k niggaz holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, ni**a we don't care (Master P) Illinois to Indiana ni**a we don't care (Young Bleed) I hear they holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, ni**a we don't care (Master P) Cause TRU niggaz 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 niggaz bout it and we don't care