Juvenile — Set It Off Remix Radio

[Intro: Lil Wayne] (Okay) Uh-huh (Uh-huh), okay (Mm-hm), uh-huh (Mmhmm) Street mix (Street mix) (Uh-huh) Listen, listen, listen (Ladies and gentleman!) [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Okay I'm Weezy Wee the man and I reps it well And it's gon' be Cash Money whether death or jail Catch me flossin' in the hood, tryna to get at ya girl Or in a Porsche like a bat out of hell, vroooom Now I'ma tell ya how it is and no matter the cost Respect me or get a shot to where you gather your thoughts Got a Escalade wavin' on them deep dish rims And got ya girl sayin', "We just friends", I ain't trippin' I'ma do it for my city so ya gotta get with it Blue-eyed Bentley, knew I'd get it, uh-huh From the streets of the dirty, it's humid and muddy We get money or it get bloody, ya heard me? I got some freaks on my side that you'll like And somethin' on my wrist colder than a Coors Light It's SQ-7 CMB it's life It's Hot Boy forever Weezy Wee get right, uh-huh (Ladies and gentleman!) [Chorus: Juvenile] A woadie, whassup? Woadette, wassup? A woadie, whassup? Set it off in this mother wassup? A woadie, whassup? A woadette, wassup? A woadie, whassup? Set it off in this mother wassup? A woadie, whassup? Woadette, wassup? A woadie, whassup? Set it off in this mother wassup? A woadie, whassup? A woadette, wassup? A woadie, whassup? Set it off in this mother wassup? [Verse 2: Baby] I'm the number one stunna Baby, B, Bryan, and Bubba Got that Crist' in my hand, a pistol in the other Ol' Ignant Hot Boy 'bout to get in some trouble Plus I'm leanin' off the liquor, bout to get at your woman I'm runnin' with them HPG's, them Uptown thugs I ain't buyin' the bar homey I'm buyin' the club So momma look, get chea, show me whassup Put some straightenin' on them dubs, and show me some love Like Hennessy, [?], clean, G You gotta admit it that's the way it's supposed to be I'm the bird man homey and I'm sellin' them cheaps Put hits on bustas while I'm brushin' my teefs Can't quit this now cause you done played it too strong Stunna Corleone 'til I'm dead and gone One love to them Hot Boys, sellin' that wrong And my homies in the pen, from usin' they phones [Chorus: Juvenile] A woadie, whassup? Woadette, wassup? A woadie, whassup? Set it off in this mother wassup? A woadie, whassup? A woadette, wassup? A woadie, whassup? Set it off in this mother wassup? A woadie, whassup? Woadette, wassup? A woadie, whassup? Set it off in this mother wassup? A woadie, whassup? A woadette, wassup? A woadie, whassup? Set it off in this mother wassup? [Verse 3: Turk] Look, forget what ya heard dawg, Turk still thuggin' You got me messed up, bout to make me start bustin' Trust me, I don't miss cousin And the last thing you see is fire and blood gushin' I'm a lil' thug, always strapped with that thang You get killed thug, when you're messin' with me main I run with real soldiers called the B.G.F Ready for anything you could believe that dere I guess it's in us to be the way that we be We all from Uptown, from the 3 'til the 13th We tote choppers, with a hundred in 'em And you see them dope shops we bout, runnin' in 'em We play it raw, give a know what about the law They get stole too when they, messin' with us My team still strong, we all from the hood CMR for life, come between? Wish you would [Chorus: Juvenile] A woadie, whassup? Woadette, wassup? A woadie, whassup? Set it off in this mother wassup? A woadie, whassup? A woadette, wassup? A woadie, whassup? Set it off in this mother wassup? A woadie, whassup? Woadette, wassup? A woadie, whassup? Set it off in this mother wassup? A woadie, whassup? A woadette, wassup? A woadie, whassup? Set it off in this mother wassup? [Outro: Juvenile] ...