Lyrics
Set it off
(Juvenile)
I'ma T.C. solja, New Orleans stunna
If a bitch leave me, I'ma take every thing from her
Leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya rum up
I'ma find me some new pussy, and buy me a Four-Runner
I walk wit a limp, cuz my nuts heavy
And I like it from the back so hold your butt steady
I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin
Lil Momma I love pussy, but I ain't lickin
Now prepare yourself for some new dick'n
You don't want it girl?, you don't know what you missin
I'm the baddest boss nigga walkin
You ain't heard I got a team of head busters waitin to give me the work
I gotta few in the East Coast, a few in the West
Down-South to Mid-W, wassup to the rest
Can't forget about the ghetto, where they strugglin in debt
No matter what I get into I love my set
[Hook (Juvenile)]
Wodie, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup
Set It Off in this muthafucka
Wodie, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup
Set It Off in this muthafucka
Wodie, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup
Set It Off in this muthafucka
Wodie, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup
Set It Off in this muthafucka
(Juvenile)
That Nig-gidty Nig-gidty Nile's in this bitch, get right
Fuck what you heard on the streets, it's CMR for life
Still ridin on dubs, sippin brown and white
Jump stupid if you want, bitch we gone clown tonite
We got 25 choppers in the V.I.P.
Cristal (?) and a pound of weed
And I know you waitin for me to get drunk, and follow me home
Picture what I'm gone give to u, a shot to yo dome
Fuckin wit yo boys and all that talkin, they gone get hit too
I'm really not givin a fuck, as long as I get u
Jamie, Fresh, Joe, Bubba
Ya gotta admit ha, Juvie a motherfucker
I'ma general, executin the plan
Got a vision of that 3rd Ward rule'n the land
Comin up on hoes, tellin them to jump in the van
Mommy please come break off just me and my man
[Hook]
(Juvenile)
55% of these niggaz is fake, the other 45% be handlin they weight
55% of these women is hoes, the other 45% be playin they role
Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer, take these muthafuckin cuffs off of us
We kill nobody in this car, but us
And ridin on 20's is the law for us
I ain't from France, but excuse my french
Fuck ya if ya hatin, nigga save that there
I been dealinw it you bitches from why way back then
Plus I kept a fire ducked off to lay back in
You say my momma played me and J be tight
Juvie takin care, so everything alright
Bitches see the sliver seraph wit the phat ass pipes
Bein followed by some niggaz on some bad ass bikes
Momma got a**
[Hook]
Mannie Fresh: DAMN!!!!!
She git it from her mamma (repeat 7x)
Verse 1:(Juvenile)
Oh, where she git her eyes from? (she git it from her mamma)
But where she git her thighs from? (she git it from her mamma)
Where she learn how ta cook from? (she git it from her mamma)
Oh, where she git her looks from? (she git it from her mamma)
But where she git dat ass from? (she git it from her mamma)
But where she git her class from? (she git it from her mamma)
Well, where she git that chest from? (she git it from her mamma)
Where she learn how ta dress from? (she git it from her mamma)
Where she git her sense from? (she git it from her mamma)
Where she git her income? (she git it from her mamma)
Look, where she git tha walk from? (she git it from her mamma)
Nigga, where she git tha talk from? (she git it from her mamma)
I wonder why she so crazy. (she git it from her mamma)
Why she wanna be my ol' lady? (she git it from her mamma)
Why she be actin' like dat? (she git it from her mamma)
Why she ain't give tha cat? (she git it from her mamma)
Hook:(Juvenile)
A big fine woman will make you smile when she pass you
Damn that girl sexy
Her mamma got ass, too.
(repeat 3x)
verse 2: (Juvenile)
Why she swear she da bomb? (she git it from her mamma)
Why she alwayz gotta call the law? (she git it from her mamma)
Why we alwayz havin' arguments? (she git it from her mamma)
Why she alwayz gotta call her friends? (she git itfrom her mamma)
Why she alwayz gotta piss me off? (she git it from her mamma)
Why she alwayz gotta take the cars? (she git it from her mamma)
Why she alwayz wear dem tight jeans, man? Gotta a nigga rock hard
in tha sheets, man. Why she gotta nigga lookin' while he sleepin'.
Why she got me tryna get wit' her dis weekend?
When I heard she could fuck, too. (she git it from her mamma)
She'll leave a nigga stuck, too. (she git it from her mamma)
Who told her I was fuckin' lyin'? (she git it from her mamma)
Who told her I was back in town? (she git it from her mamma)
Who said "DON'T BE SCARED OF HIM!" (she git it from her mamma)
Who said "YOU BETTA MARRY HIM!" (she git it from her mamma)
Hook
Repeat 3x
Verse 3: (Juvenile)
Who told her not ta fuck wit' me? (she git it from her mamma)
Who told her I'ma fuckin' leave? (she git it from her mamma)
Who said I was smokin' marijuana? (she git it from her mamma)
Who said I be up on the co'na(corner)? (she git it from her mamma)
All my tires all cut up (shit!)
Now my windas(windows) all bust up (bitch!)
Where she git the milk from? (she git it from her mamma)
Oh, where she git dem hips from? (she git it from her mamma)
Where she learn how ta twerk from? (she git it from her mamma)
Where she learn how ta work from? (she git it from her mamma)
Why she be wit' dat trippin'? (she git it from her mamma)
We be chillin' and she start tha flippin'. (she git it from her mamma)
But she still wit' a nigga though (she git it from her mamma)
She'll kill fa a nigga though (she git it from her mamma)
When she shy, she draw attention. (she git it from her mamma)
Natural grow, wit' no extention. (she git it from her mamma)
Hook
Repeat 3x
She git it from her mamma (repeat 5x)
Juvenile whispering: She git it from her mamma (repeat 7x