[Intro: Master P]

Uh

How you do that there? The remix

How you do that there?

New Orleans, Baton Rouge, how you do that there?

Lafayette, 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]

Nigga say who that? Say they wanna do that

Run up if you will and get your ass whooped blue, black

My nigga, my nerve, fresh off the curb, jelly jam the preserve

Nothin but balls and my word

And a Mossberg pistol-grip pump on my lap at all times

Whatever, my nigga, 'cause young niggas still dyin'

Hollerin' 'bout, huh? Nigga, what? Huh?

Give a fuck, nigga, what?

Full of that weed, planted like a poppy seed

A slanted and enchanted nappy nigga named Young Bleed Corleone

In the jungle where the murder men mumble for months and days

Trippin' off the blunts we blaze, hell of a high

And tellin' 'em why

I'ma never say die, you can see it in my eyes

And niggas say I fly like an eagle and see no evil eye

And ain't no sequel to this here

This year, I'm bailin' in the dough, supernatural

Wicked, y'all niggas don't hear me, though

But see how they runnin' everything on the cool?

But they know I'm finna act a fool in this motherfucker

[Chorus: Young Bleed & Master P]

Niggas holler, "How you do that there?"

Roll it up and blow it up, nigga, 'cause we don't care (From Texas to Kansas, nigga, we don't care)

Niggas holler, "How you do that there?"

Roll it up and blow it up, nigga, 'cause we don't care (Missouri, Ohio, nigga, we don't care)

I hear they holler, "How you do that there?"

Roll it up and blow it up, nigga, 'cause we don't care (D.C. to Nevada, nigga, we don't care)

And niggas holler, "How you do that there?"

Roll it up and blow it up, nigga, 'cause we don't care (California to Virginia, nigga, we don't care)

[Verse 2: Master P]

See, in these streets, anything goes

My cousin in the pen' hittin' that iron, gettin' swole

Sent me a letter, say, "P, get your paper

Don't trust these hoes, these niggas, they'll take it"

Hustlin' just a habit, cornbread and cabbage

Popcorn and grits, nigga tryna get a rabbit

What about a nice stallion to slide in?

Twenty-inch Vogues with some candy paint to ride in

Niggas flip change in the game 'cause we soldiers

Eyes hella red 'cause a nigga blowin' doja

Tie the black shoestrings tight on the Reeboks

Grab the ski mask, DKNY, I mean a plastic Glock

Hoes bounce that ass, niggas get dealt with

Keep your enemies tight, nigga, never think quick

Pour out some liquor to the homies that are home

R.I.P. to every fuckin' rapper that is gone

Nigga, if you 'bout it, scream it and shout it

It ain't where you're from, every nigga get rowdy

Game get real, nigga, guard your grill

'Cause in the fuckin' ghetto, you could lose your life for a dollar bill

[Chorus: Young Bleed & Master P]

And niggas holler, "How you do that there?"

Roll it up and blow it up, nigga, 'cause we don't care (Kentucky, Tennessee, nigga, we don't care)

I hear they holler, "How you do that there?"

Roll it up and blow it up, nigga, 'cause we don't care (North Carolina, South Carolina, nigga, we don't care)

Give a fuck, niggas holler, "How you do that there?"

Roll it up and blow it up, nigga, 'cause we don't care (Oregon, Utah, nigga, we don't care)

I hear they holler, "How you do that there?"

Roll it up and blow it up, nigga, 'cause we don't care (Arizona, 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

Pay the cost to be the boss in this rap shit

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 about to get 'em gone, so long

Please, mama, may I go out and be a player?

Sippin' on Hennessy, a million bitches want me

My nigga pass the herb, I took a toke, I'm stayin' true

'Cause whatever he down with, I'm down with it too

So don't get full of that alcohol in the club and think you bad

'Cause if y'all niggas start fuckin' up, somebody gon' kick your ass

Now who's that makin' that funky noise? It's the locster comin' through with all his boys

Fucked up and let a nigga get the right place and time

So now, fools, I'm goin' for mine, motherfuckers, uh

[Chorus: Young Bleed & Master P]

Niggas holler, "How you do that there?"

Roll it up and blow it up, nigga, 'cause we don't care (From New York to Oklahoma, nigga, we don't care)

I hear they holler, "How you do that there?"

Roll it up and blow it up, nigga, 'cause we don't care (Minnesota to Michigan, we don't care)

Give a fuck, niggas holler, "How you do that there?"

Roll it up and blow it up, nigga, 'cause we don't care (Illinois to Indiana, nigga, we don't care)

I hear they holler, "How you do that there?"

Roll it up and blow it up, nigga, 'cause we don't care ('Cause TRU niggas is 'bout it and we don't care)

[Outro: Master P]

How we do that there, uh, uh

How we do that there, uh

How we do that there

'Cause No Limit niggas 'bout it and we don't care, uh