Who Them Boyz
(Muther fucking King of Crunk and the don of rowdy music nigga) YYYEEEAAHHHH
Hey (Hey) Lil Jon (Lil Jon) Master P (Master P)
New no limit bme click (what, what)
Me and my muther fucking boyz in the club tonight (what, what)
We don't give a fuck if we gotta run the fucking fight (what, what)
Especially with them muther fucking boys over there (what, what)
You know them muther fucking boys? (Nah!)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
You know them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
Yeah I know them boyz (Fuck them boyz)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
You know them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
Yeah I know them boyz (Fuck them boyz)
I'm from uptown New Orleans
Straight out the hood
I jumped off the spinners saying I wish you would
Nigga walked up on me mean-mugging talking shit (What!)
I don't know this muther fucker
I probably done fucked his bitch
Eyes hella red I just smoked me a nickel
I ain't feelin' this shit I put my hand on my pickel
The nigga started steamin' but I'm cool as a fan
He wanna throw em up but I got a gat in my pants
I'm throwed off nigga, missing a few screws
And I don't give a fuck about putting yo ass on the news
And if you ain't from my hood you know you could get it
We roll hella deep niggas screamin' NO LIMIT
Im a thug nigga I lean when I walk
My favorite drink is that Incredible Hulk (Huuughhhh)
I'm a soldia and Im ready to ride
We got beef we could take it outside
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz) (what!)
You know them boyz? (Fuck them boyz) (what!)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz) (what!)
Yeah I know them boyz (Fuck them boyz) (what!)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz) (what!)
You know them boyz? (Fuck them boyz) (what!)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz) (what!)
Yeah I know them boyz (Fuck them boyz!)
We ridin' dirty smokin' windows tinted
Run up on the lac' this aint a movie but this the endin'
I gotta nigga rollin' with me name Oozy
We stop on the block and this boy ain't choosy
The first one we see better break me off
And if yo shoes too big, Take the muther fuckers off
Straight gutter, straight rugged rugged raw
Wicked like you never saw, lets go to war (UGGHH)!
If talkin' hell is hot my change is fifty-fifty
If I die Im takin you with me
So come and get me
In my chest yo bullets'll never hit me
Im vested up
(WHAT!) Touchin' Talneshee nigga thats what's up
We demand respect, Cuz yall niggas rookies
Don't make us act like cookie monster 'n take a niggas cookies
(UNGH!) No limit boyz rowdy and we don't give a fuck
C-Murder in dis bitch thro yo fuckin' hoods up
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
You know them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
I know them boyz (Fuck them boyz)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
You know them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
Yeah I know them boyz (Fuck them boyz!)
(What!) Yo, tell Liberty theres some girl out here for her
Who them girlz? (Fuck them girlz)
You know them girlz? (Fuck them girlz)
Who them girlz? (Fuck them girlz)
I know them girlz (Fuck them girlz)
Who them girlz? (Fuck them girlz) (what!)
You know them girlz? (Fuck them girlz) (what!)
Who them girlz? (Fuck them girlz) (what!)
I know them girlz (Fuck them girlz) (what!)
I'm ready willing and able to ride at any cause
Down to spark feelin' I'm Pedo and Im from boat
Chokin' bitches with their weaves Im all up in their throat
I suggest you think about it cuz you don't really know (What!)
I can care less about yo rep up in the streets
I got peeps in the streets that'll automatic sweep
No limit mommies only fooled by the baby face
I'm not diggin' yo man I'm just thuggin' for benjamins
So stop the hatin' increase the radio cake
I'm not familiar with you why you tryin' to debate
I'm in a light green laid back mirror glass tinted
You better keep yo day job you'll never be in it
Who them girlz? (Fuck them girlz) (what!)
You know them girlz? (Fuck them girlz) (what!)
Who them girlz? (Fuck them girlz) (what!)
I know them girlz (Fuck them girlz) (what!)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz) (what!)
You know them boyz? (Fuck them boyz) (what!)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz) (what!)
I know them boyz (Fuck them boyz boyz boyz) (what!)
Hey (Hey) Lil Jon (Lil Jon) Master P (Master P)
New no limit bme click (what, what)
Me and my muther fucking boyz in the club tonight (what, what)
We don't give a fuck if we gotta run the fucking fight (what, what)
Especially with them muther fucking boys over there (what, what)
You know them muther fucking boys? (Nah!)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
You know them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
Yeah I know them boyz (Fuck them boyz)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
You know them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
Yeah I know them boyz (Fuck them boyz)
I'm from uptown New Orleans
Straight out the hood
I jumped off the spinners saying I wish you would
Nigga walked up on me mean-mugging talking shit (What!)
I don't know this muther fucker
I probably done fucked his bitch
Eyes hella red I just smoked me a nickel
I ain't feelin' this shit I put my hand on my pickel
The nigga started steamin' but I'm cool as a fan
He wanna throw em up but I got a gat in my pants
I'm throwed off nigga, missing a few screws
And I don't give a fuck about putting yo ass on the news
And if you ain't from my hood you know you could get it
We roll hella deep niggas screamin' NO LIMIT
Im a thug nigga I lean when I walk
My favorite drink is that Incredible Hulk (Huuughhhh)
I'm a soldia and Im ready to ride
We got beef we could take it outside
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz) (what!)
You know them boyz? (Fuck them boyz) (what!)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz) (what!)
Yeah I know them boyz (Fuck them boyz) (what!)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz) (what!)
You know them boyz? (Fuck them boyz) (what!)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz) (what!)
Yeah I know them boyz (Fuck them boyz!)
We ridin' dirty smokin' windows tinted
Run up on the lac' this aint a movie but this the endin'
I gotta nigga rollin' with me name Oozy
We stop on the block and this boy ain't choosy
The first one we see better break me off
And if yo shoes too big, Take the muther fuckers off
Straight gutter, straight rugged rugged raw
Wicked like you never saw, lets go to war (UGGHH)!
If talkin' hell is hot my change is fifty-fifty
If I die Im takin you with me
So come and get me
In my chest yo bullets'll never hit me
Im vested up
(WHAT!) Touchin' Talneshee nigga thats what's up
We demand respect, Cuz yall niggas rookies
Don't make us act like cookie monster 'n take a niggas cookies
(UNGH!) No limit boyz rowdy and we don't give a fuck
C-Murder in dis bitch thro yo fuckin' hoods up
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
You know them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
I know them boyz (Fuck them boyz)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
You know them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz)
Yeah I know them boyz (Fuck them boyz!)
(What!) Yo, tell Liberty theres some girl out here for her
Who them girlz? (Fuck them girlz)
You know them girlz? (Fuck them girlz)
Who them girlz? (Fuck them girlz)
I know them girlz (Fuck them girlz)
Who them girlz? (Fuck them girlz) (what!)
You know them girlz? (Fuck them girlz) (what!)
Who them girlz? (Fuck them girlz) (what!)
I know them girlz (Fuck them girlz) (what!)
I'm ready willing and able to ride at any cause
Down to spark feelin' I'm Pedo and Im from boat
Chokin' bitches with their weaves Im all up in their throat
I suggest you think about it cuz you don't really know (What!)
I can care less about yo rep up in the streets
I got peeps in the streets that'll automatic sweep
No limit mommies only fooled by the baby face
I'm not diggin' yo man I'm just thuggin' for benjamins
So stop the hatin' increase the radio cake
I'm not familiar with you why you tryin' to debate
I'm in a light green laid back mirror glass tinted
You better keep yo day job you'll never be in it
Who them girlz? (Fuck them girlz) (what!)
You know them girlz? (Fuck them girlz) (what!)
Who them girlz? (Fuck them girlz) (what!)
I know them girlz (Fuck them girlz) (what!)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz) (what!)
You know them boyz? (Fuck them boyz) (what!)
Who them boyz? (Fuck them boyz) (what!)
I know them boyz (Fuck them boyz boyz boyz) (what!)
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Writer(s): Jonathan Smith, Percy Miller
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