Wooo lyrics

Artist  : Mac 
Song : Wooo



 Send "Wooo" Ringtone to your Cell 

 

featuring Snoop Dogg Mia X Big Ed Mr. Serv On
Kane & Abel

[Mac]
No Limit black sheep
played the back seat for months
Stayed away
from the Tanqueray bitches and blunts
Still
Mac nigga ain't nothin changed
Got the rings
and the gold chains
Now bitches wanna know my
whole name
I penetrate em then I disintegrate
em
I let the next nigga date em cuz I don't
hate em
I spit voodoo to the most hard to get
hoes
And at the end of the night, I rippin off
clothes
You fuckin with the realest, from
lyrical spillers
To killers and dealers and
cap peelers, and street guerillas
From
villians to chillers, we made millions
And
paid killers to protect scrilla
So what the
fuck you talk about winners?
You hear that
word camouflage when you hear my name
I
represent the shell shocked cuz it's in my
veins
(No Limit soldier) is on my left arm, I
took it in blood
Throw your hood up if you a
thug
And all them niggas say

[Chorus -
Mac]
(Woah!)
You see a soldier on the
streets holler
(Woah!)
You hear them
soldiers on them beats holler
(Woah!)
Every
time them soldiers speak
holler
(Woah!)

[Kane & Abel]
Load
your weapons, grab your gats
We sprinkle daily
verbs over tracks
Hit the chest like heart
attacks
When my lyrical hammer cock
back
And leave bullet holes in your Bourbons
and 'Lacs
The only thing we give them hoes is
a dick and a smack
Gangstafied Kane & Abel you
know the camouflage assassin
Blastin and
mashin, kidnappin and head bashin
Razor blade
slashin, the endo blunt passin
For the cash
and, woah it's bout to happen
What you want
(?) ugly with that 223
Hit em up in 3-d, now
it's banned from tv
Niggas playa hated, I sho
hated
Spark the weed, cremated
See this
game, we regulated

[Mr. Serv-On]
Nigga,
you know me
The nigga that spell everything
out? (Nah)
The nigga that'll run through your
motherfuckin set and bang
your hoe
motherfuckin out (Fuck yeah nigga)
The nigga
that's catchin these niggas and beatin em
down
Cuz they wearin Tanks, they don't know
what the fuck it mean
Nigga, that's the fuck,
that's about punchin your fuckin mouth
The
nigga that'll tear the club up
Nigga, I don't
give a fuck if you bangin or slangin
Nigga
when I put this Tank up nigga you get rowdy as
the fuck
But if you think I was gonna leave
this motherfucker without
spellin a
line
K-L you done lost your motherfuckin
mind
Stop the track cuz these niggas don't
know about my click black
I down with the M to
the A to the C
It's the S to the E to the R to
the V
Fuckin with the T to the A to the N to
the K
And when I come through motherfucker and
I raise my Tank up high
You best believe some a
you coward motherfuckers gon
die

[Chorus]

[Big Ed]
Nigga what
I claim?
Nigga I claim TRU!
I hang with
niggas that's killas with TRU tatoos
I got my
name Big Ed from what I put between hips
I got
my name Assassin from the way I empty out
clips
Wear the No Limit soldier, thuggin at
heart
Hittin niggas with throw aways when I
toss em I break em apart
Niggas get your guns
up if you rowdy
And when Assassin hit the
stores, buy the album if you bout it
bout
it

[Snoop Dogg]
Rowdy gangsta in this
motherfucker, loco
So I can come through and
keep it TRU and do what the fuck I
must
I
bust, I keep it TRU from the 'ginnin
Snoop
Dogg, the representer from Long Beach city
A
TRU tank dog, bank y'all in y'all face
If
y'all try to come close, y'all can't run this
race
I place my self above the stack
With
my homeboys Mac and sack you fact, we strap for
strap
We got your back, don't even flip out or
trip out
Or dip out, these niggas lookin at me
strange
My game to maintain, I let it go, I
sell it don't tell it
Y'all can't touch it
motherfucker, or bail it, for real

[Mia
X]
Biggest mama, drama two guns here I
come
Put down for my last son, the camouflaged
one
Mac the don, get your shine on cuz it's
your time
And I'ma get my rhyme on and spit
like nine
Cocked nine millimeters the ghetto
diva
Mia X-rated, golden platinum
plated
Face it, when they hear me on the K-L
track
All them niggas grab they head and jump
back
Hollin Woah cuz it's goin down like lips
to dick
I'm so tight I make you bitches never
wanna see the mic
And spit, the matter lesson
rhymes next to mine
I'm mama superior, you
hoes is fearin the
Lyrical warfare I
exhale
Some fake bitches like you name is
Mel
Battle anybody, hip hop or glock
On TRU
I'ma close your shop, woah