Artist: Young Bleed f/ C-Loc, Master P Album: How Ya Do Dat (S) Song: How Ya Do Dat (Clean Version) Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash, Wammy Giveaway [Master P] 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 [Verse 1: Young Bleed] I hear they say, "who that?" Say they wanna do that I hit ya buck jumped and hollin' 'bout "I should've knew that" Smokin' my herb, fresh out the curb, jelly jam and preserve Nothing but balls and my word, and a mossburg Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Whatever, however, cause young fools still down Hollin' bout "Huh, say what" Huh, you can play, but say what Full of that {*weed*} Planted like a poppy seed A slanted and enchanted young hustler named Young Bleed, party on In the jungle, where the murder million mumble For months and days, trippin' off the blunts we blaze Hell of a high, and tellin' 'em why I'm a never say die, you can see it my eyes, gettin' high They say I Fly Like A Eagle, I see no, evil, ah And ain't no sequel to this here This year, I'm bailin' in the door, supernatural Wicked, y'all fools don't here me though But see how they runnin' everything on the cool But I'm fin' to act a fool and you know that there Chorus 1: [Bleed] I got 'em hollin', "How you do that there" [Master P] From Texas to Kansas, players, we don't care [Bleed] Thugs holla, "How you do that there" [Master P] From Missouri to Ohio, players, we don't care [Bleed] Hustlers holla, "How you do that there" [Master P] D.C. to tha Valley, players, we don't care [Bleed] Players holla, "How you do that there" [Master P] Cali to Virginia, players, we don't care [Verse 2: Master P] See in these streets, anything goes My cousin in the pen hittin' that iron, gettin' swoll Sent me a letter said, "P, get your paper" Don't trust these winches, these fools, they'll take ya Hustlin' just a habit, young bred in cabbage Popcorn and grits, I'm tryin' to get a rabbit What about a, nice stallion to slide in Twenty inch Vogues with some candy paint to ride in Homeys flip change in the game cause we soldiers Eyes yellow red cause a G blowin' doja Tie the black shoe strains tight on the Reeboks Grab the ski mask, DKNY, I mean a plastic glock Girls 'bout that mmhh, fools get dealt with Keep your enemy tight, G's can never thank quick Pour out some liquor to the homeys that are gone R.I.P. to every real rapper that is gone Players, if you 'bout it, scream and you shout it It ain't where you from, every soldier get rowdy Game get real, see, guard your grill {*anvil bang*} Cause in this wicked ghetto, you could lose your life For a dollar bill Chorus 2: [Bleed] I got 'em hollin', "How you do that there" [Master P] Kentucky to Tennessee, we don't care [Bleed] Thugs holla, "How you do that there" [Master P] North Carolina, South Carolina, fool, we don't care [Bleed] Hustlers holla, "How you do that there" [Master P] Arkan' to Utah, we don't care [Bleed] Players holla, "How you do that there" [Master P] Arizona to New Mexico, we don't care [Verse 3: C-Loc] It's wicked, when I kick it wicked, you don't hear me though When I hit the door, just hit the floor, time to go Play the cost to be the boss, in this rappin' About as wicked as it's gon' get In the industry, I be Bringin' the action, in this musical fashion If you don't know fool, you better ask 'em Cause fools that wanna get with, I get with em When I put my gloves on, I'm 'bout to get 'em gone, so long Please mama, may I, go out and be a player Sippin' on Hennessey, a million women want me My boy passed the herb, I took a toke, I'm stayin' true Cause whatev' he down with, I'm down with it, too So don't get full of that alcohol In the club and thank you bad Cause if y'all clowns start actin' up Some 'bout to go and whoop yo (Oooh!) Now who's that makin' that funky noise It's the Locster comin' through, with all his boys Messed up and let me get the right place in time So now fools, I'm goin' for mine Ugh Chorus 3: [Bleed] I got 'em hollin', "How you do that there" [Master P] From New York to Oklahoma, players, we don't care [Bleed] Thugs holla, "How you do that there" [Master P] Minnesota to Michigan, we don't care [Bleed] Hustlers holla, "How you do that there" [Master P] Illinois to Indiana, players, we don't care [Bleed] Players holla, "How you do that there" [Master P] Cause TRU players 'bout it and we don't care [Master P] How we do that there, uh Uh, how we do that there, uh How we do that there Cause No Limit Soldiers 'bout it and we don't care Uh