phone ringing)
No Limit studios-"No Limit studio"
Master P-"Yo nigga, whatcha'll workin' on?"
NLS-"Nigga, who the f*ck is this?"
MP-"This P, nigga, whats happenin'"
NLS-"This ain't no mutha f*ckin' P. Nigga, you ain't got shit betta to
do than play on the muthaf*ckin' phone?"
MP-"Man, take me off muthaf*ckin' speaker-phone an' pick the phone up.
This P nigga. Stop f*ckin' playin'"
NLS-"Nigga, if this f*ckin P, nigga, say 'uhh', nigga. F*ck"
MP-"Nigga, I ain't bout to say no muthaf*ckin' 'uhh'. Pick the phone up,
nigga"
NLS-"Nigga, what?"
MP-"I'm on my muthaf*ckin' way right now"
NLS-"Come on then, come on then nigga"
Da Last Don, nigga (remix)
Ha ha (ha ha)
Master P:
Make em say uhhhh!
Uhhhh!
Na na na na
Na na na na
Make em say uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
I told ya I'm the colonel of this muthaf*ckin' tank
Don't make me get rowdy and start throwing rank
My comrads with tanks
We gamers wit TRU gats
We make em say 'uhhhh'
An' 'how ya do that'
third ward hustlaz
On these streets chasin' riches
Penetentury chances
Cause this a risky buissiness
A No Limit Souldier
Commanderin' Cheif
An' Michael Jackson
Can't rock a muthaf*ckin' party like me
I'm bumpin' for the real niggaz, playaz, and hustlaz
Qualified killaz, certified head-bustaz
Got love for the North, South, East, to the West
Soldierz throw ya rag, Killaz how ya' vest
Flashin' red lights
Runnin' from the rollerz
If life was a movie, 'CUT'
Pass me the dojah
Chorus:
Make em say uhh
Uhh
Na na na na
Na na na na
x3
Fiend:
When I come in
Strong as Fiend
An' I'm still tryin' to do somethin'
Two group of them gotta go
We always lose somethin'
I still want the green, cornbread, and the cabbage
No Limit savage
One known as the baddest
When I whoop up and out
That's when bitches whoop up and in
A nigga like soft black cannon
Bangin' out the 4-7
Little nigga I'm insane
Got niggaz who couldn't carry
P, he bout it bout it on any mercinary
I hurt an' make you worry
Like this were you
Can't get get a tank dog salute
P's already suit
I predict a boot
An' the world is rowdy, rowdy
Makin' you say uhhh
The coward isn't bout it.
Chorus x2
Silkk:
P gon make you say ugh
Im'a make you say aaaahh!
But this time im'a get you rowdy
By sayin na na na na na
I'm a cash getter a no limit ass kicker
I'm a bad nigga fast nigga
Ask the last nigga keep my mind on my money
Becuz i like riches
House full of tight bitches call me i might hitcha
I'll make em say na na na
Tryna act all cold betta for the floww
Na na na na na
Chorus x2
Mia X:
You know we soldiers walking all can't, couldn't be stopped
Playa hataz jack alot cause they just jockin' they spot
Off the top
Think not
Run up on me
cock 9 milla mamma Mia
Asshole eata
Head still wouldn't wanna be ya
See ya
At the top of billboards
Yeah we lookin down
Wavin at you muthf*ckaz
How you like me now?
Cross-country, way back
laugh at bout it bout it
Now everybody tries they want to be rowdy rowdy
T-R-U what we claim
represent that gun scout
4-4 major general Mamma work and come out about
I ride wit No Limit soldiers
Yes we checkin'
Wit' the colonel Master P
He be the Ghetto Dad (?)
Paper chasaz what they labled us
Heaven knows
If that ass tried to play wit us
Gotta go
So we know what we do
It's never gon die
World-wide in yo' hood
P gon' make ya say
wooooo
Chorus x2
Snoop Dogg:
Man, I'm smokin' on some chop-chop from S-G-V
No Limit family wit' the D-P-G
Last Don, Big Dogg, what's up? what's happenin'?
Nigga run up
We gon' tear da club up
Chop drank, breath stank, molt bankin an' game
Who could t be? Ya'll know my muthaf*ckin' name
i aint neva met a gangster who aint loved to bang
especially when a tank represents his gang
See, when a No Limit soldier walks in the house
Nigga get em up, We gon turn this bitch out
BOOOOOOOOOOOMM
Master P fFiend Silkk Mia X and Snoop Dogg - Make Em Say Uhhhh 2 Lyrics
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phone ringing)
No Limit studios-"No Limit studio"
Master P-"Yo nigga, whatcha'll workin' on?"
NLS-"Nigga, who the f*ck is this?"
MP-"This P, nigga, whats happenin'"
NLS-"This ain't no mutha f*ckin' P. Nigga, you ain't got shit betta to
do than play on the muthaf*ckin' phone?"
MP-"Man, take me off muthaf*ckin' speaker-phone an' pick the phone up.
This P nigga. Stop f*ckin' playin'"
NLS-"Nigga, if this f*ckin P, nigga, say 'uhh', nigga. F*ck"
MP-"Nigga, I ain't bout to say no muthaf*ckin' 'uhh'. Pick the phone up,
nigga"
NLS-"Nigga, what?"
MP-"I'm on my muthaf*ckin' way right now"
NLS-"Come on then, come on then nigga"
Da Last Don, nigga (remix)
Ha ha (ha ha)
Master P:
Make em say uhhhh!
Uhhhh!
Na na na na
Na na na na
Make em say uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
I told ya I'm the colonel of this muthaf*ckin' tank
Don't make me get rowdy and start throwing rank
My comrads with tanks
We gamers wit TRU gats
We make em say 'uhhhh'
An' 'how ya do that'
third ward hustlaz
On these streets chasin' riches
Penetentury chances
Cause this a risky buissiness
A No Limit Souldier
Commanderin' Cheif
An' Michael Jackson
Can't rock a muthaf*ckin' party like me
I'm bumpin' for the real niggaz, playaz, and hustlaz
Qualified killaz, certified head-bustaz
Got love for the North, South, East, to the West
Soldierz throw ya rag, Killaz how ya' vest
Flashin' red lights
Runnin' from the rollerz
If life was a movie, 'CUT'
Pass me the dojah
Chorus:
Make em say uhh
Uhh
Na na na na
Na na na na
x3
Fiend:
When I come in
Strong as Fiend
An' I'm still tryin' to do somethin'
Two group of them gotta go
We always lose somethin'
I still want the green, cornbread, and the cabbage
No Limit savage
One known as the baddest
When I whoop up and out
That's when bitches whoop up and in
A nigga like soft black cannon
Bangin' out the 4-7
Little nigga I'm insane
Got niggaz who couldn't carry
P, he bout it bout it on any mercinary
I hurt an' make you worry
Like this were you
Can't get get a tank dog salute
P's already suit
I predict a boot
An' the world is rowdy, rowdy
Makin' you say uhhh
The coward isn't bout it.
Chorus x2
Silkk:
P gon make you say ugh
Im'a make you say aaaahh!
But this time im'a get you rowdy
By sayin na na na na na
I'm a cash getter a no limit ass kicker
I'm a bad nigga fast nigga
Ask the last nigga keep my mind on my money
Becuz i like riches
House full of tight bitches call me i might hitcha
I'll make em say na na na
Tryna act all cold betta for the floww
Na na na na na
Chorus x2
Mia X:
You know we soldiers walking all can't, couldn't be stopped
Playa hataz jack alot cause they just jockin' they spot
Off the top
Think not
Run up on me
cock 9 milla mamma Mia
Asshole eata
Head still wouldn't wanna be ya
See ya
At the top of billboards
Yeah we lookin down
Wavin at you muthf*ckaz
How you like me now?
Cross-country, way back
laugh at bout it bout it
Now everybody tries they want to be rowdy rowdy
T-R-U what we claim
represent that gun scout
4-4 major general Mamma work and come out about
I ride wit No Limit soldiers
Yes we checkin'
Wit' the colonel Master P
He be the Ghetto Dad (?)
Paper chasaz what they labled us
Heaven knows
If that ass tried to play wit us
Gotta go
So we know what we do
It's never gon die
World-wide in yo' hood
P gon' make ya say
wooooo
Chorus x2
Snoop Dogg:
Man, I'm smokin' on some chop-chop from S-G-V
No Limit family wit' the D-P-G
Last Don, Big Dogg, what's up? what's happenin'?
Nigga run up
We gon' tear da club up
Chop drank, breath stank, molt bankin an' game
Who could t be? Ya'll know my muthaf*ckin' name
i aint neva met a gangster who aint loved to bang
especially when a tank represents his gang
See, when a No Limit soldier walks in the house
Nigga get em up, We gon turn this bitch out
BOOOOOOOOOOOMM
No Limit studios-"No Limit studio"
Master P-"Yo nigga, whatcha'll workin' on?"
NLS-"Nigga, who the f*ck is this?"
MP-"This P, nigga, whats happenin'"
NLS-"This ain't no mutha f*ckin' P. Nigga, you ain't got shit betta to
do than play on the muthaf*ckin' phone?"
MP-"Man, take me off muthaf*ckin' speaker-phone an' pick the phone up.
This P nigga. Stop f*ckin' playin'"
NLS-"Nigga, if this f*ckin P, nigga, say 'uhh', nigga. F*ck"
MP-"Nigga, I ain't bout to say no muthaf*ckin' 'uhh'. Pick the phone up,
nigga"
NLS-"Nigga, what?"
MP-"I'm on my muthaf*ckin' way right now"
NLS-"Come on then, come on then nigga"
Da Last Don, nigga (remix)
Ha ha (ha ha)
Master P:
Make em say uhhhh!
Uhhhh!
Na na na na
Na na na na
Make em say uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
uhh
I told ya I'm the colonel of this muthaf*ckin' tank
Don't make me get rowdy and start throwing rank
My comrads with tanks
We gamers wit TRU gats
We make em say 'uhhhh'
An' 'how ya do that'
third ward hustlaz
On these streets chasin' riches
Penetentury chances
Cause this a risky buissiness
A No Limit Souldier
Commanderin' Cheif
An' Michael Jackson
Can't rock a muthaf*ckin' party like me
I'm bumpin' for the real niggaz, playaz, and hustlaz
Qualified killaz, certified head-bustaz
Got love for the North, South, East, to the West
Soldierz throw ya rag, Killaz how ya' vest
Flashin' red lights
Runnin' from the rollerz
If life was a movie, 'CUT'
Pass me the dojah
Chorus:
Make em say uhh
Uhh
Na na na na
Na na na na
x3
Fiend:
When I come in
Strong as Fiend
An' I'm still tryin' to do somethin'
Two group of them gotta go
We always lose somethin'
I still want the green, cornbread, and the cabbage
No Limit savage
One known as the baddest
When I whoop up and out
That's when bitches whoop up and in
A nigga like soft black cannon
Bangin' out the 4-7
Little nigga I'm insane
Got niggaz who couldn't carry
P, he bout it bout it on any mercinary
I hurt an' make you worry
Like this were you
Can't get get a tank dog salute
P's already suit
I predict a boot
An' the world is rowdy, rowdy
Makin' you say uhhh
The coward isn't bout it.
Chorus x2
Silkk:
P gon make you say ugh
Im'a make you say aaaahh!
But this time im'a get you rowdy
By sayin na na na na na
I'm a cash getter a no limit ass kicker
I'm a bad nigga fast nigga
Ask the last nigga keep my mind on my money
Becuz i like riches
House full of tight bitches call me i might hitcha
I'll make em say na na na
Tryna act all cold betta for the floww
Na na na na na
Chorus x2
Mia X:
You know we soldiers walking all can't, couldn't be stopped
Playa hataz jack alot cause they just jockin' they spot
Off the top
Think not
Run up on me
cock 9 milla mamma Mia
Asshole eata
Head still wouldn't wanna be ya
See ya
At the top of billboards
Yeah we lookin down
Wavin at you muthf*ckaz
How you like me now?
Cross-country, way back
laugh at bout it bout it
Now everybody tries they want to be rowdy rowdy
T-R-U what we claim
represent that gun scout
4-4 major general Mamma work and come out about
I ride wit No Limit soldiers
Yes we checkin'
Wit' the colonel Master P
He be the Ghetto Dad (?)
Paper chasaz what they labled us
Heaven knows
If that ass tried to play wit us
Gotta go
So we know what we do
It's never gon die
World-wide in yo' hood
P gon' make ya say
wooooo
Chorus x2
Snoop Dogg:
Man, I'm smokin' on some chop-chop from S-G-V
No Limit family wit' the D-P-G
Last Don, Big Dogg, what's up? what's happenin'?
Nigga run up
We gon' tear da club up
Chop drank, breath stank, molt bankin an' game
Who could t be? Ya'll know my muthaf*ckin' name
i aint neva met a gangster who aint loved to bang
especially when a tank represents his gang
See, when a No Limit soldier walks in the house
Nigga get em up, We gon turn this bitch out
BOOOOOOOOOOOMM