Turk
Wodie
[Intro]
Thuggy Thuggy Records taking over from 1999 b*t*h
What’s up DJ Hector, DJ Hector
We gon’ take this sh*t blood, wodie
We gon’ take this sh*t back
Wodie, yeah
We gon’ take this sh*t back
Why, why
We gon’ take this sh*t back (Hmm)
We gon’ take this sh*t back (Hmm)
N***a, what’s up? (Hmm)
What the - n***a, n***a, what’s up? (Hmm)
Aaaah, n***a, check me out
Ain’t No Limit to this sh*t
N***a, n***a (aaah)

[Verse 1]
I'm about to take you n***as to the hood
Deep in the woods
Where them n***as be hustling
Thuggin and smokin that good
Talking to gangs, dressing in black
Where them hoes be on the porch
Talking and being bad a**
In the projects, the ghetto, the gutter [?]
Where n***as be bout the murder
We’re down in the dirty, dirty
When n***as got 30, 30
And like Tiger Woods, n***as push the birdie, birdie
We on the chain early
Hood n***as and hood chicks
Hood rich, still living in the bricks
Hood sh*t, that's all they about, that is how they live
Running all em bout mudda get yo dog a** killed
Caps to pill
Homie gets real in the field
Young n***a pack steel
F**k it that's how I feel

[Hook]
Wodie, wodie yes yes
They be hiding in them damn projects yes
Wodie, wodie yes yes
Wodie, wodie yes yes
Wodie, wodie yes yes
Wodie, wodie yes yes
Wodie, what’s up
Wodie yes, what’s up
Wodie, what’s up
Wodie yes, what’s up
Wodie, what’s up
Wodie yes, what’s up
Wodie, what’s up
Wodie yes, what’s up
[Verse 2]
R.I.P. Hot Boy
Yeah, I'm f**king with the Hot Boys
Hot Boy Turk and me we back up on the block boy
Free C-Murder, R.I.P. Slim
We back up on the block
I mean we back up in the gym
N***a get this weight up
Getting weighs 34 kilos
5 and 4 ounce that's a motherf**king free thrown
The way we shot this [?]
We call this evil
Im from the Calio projects
I do this for my people
Yeah I'm a killer
N***a call me meatball
I’m a drug lord like Clements
I put it in a hole
Free the boy lil Drizzle
He'll be home in a minute
N***a I'm the man
I got the keys to the city
N***a wodie on your b*t*h
If your b*t*h looking pretty
Wodie playing games yeah
Wodie, he can get it
Wodie big cars f**king with the big dogs
Riding with the top off
Choppers on the front yard
Mob sh*t
[Hook]
Wodie, wodie yes yes (what’s up)
Wodie, wodie yes yes (what’s up)
Wodie, wodie yes yes (what’s up)
Wodie, wodie yes yes (what’s up)
Wodie, what’s up
Wodie yes, what’s up
Wodie, what’s up
Wodie yes, what’s up
Wodie, what’s up
Wodie yes, what’s up
Wodie, what’s up
Wodie yes, what’s up

[Verse 2]
I’m from the part of California that ain’t made it rapping
Come around here and a n***a gon’ ask you what’s racking
Everybody territorial inhospitable
You can try to creep but you end up in the hospital though
Chopper city here to everybody who bout wearing blue
Hard to get a dollar when the enemies want you
San Diego pack up for you, south east, Logan Avenue
Republican them a muhf**ka, they’ll do away with you
So here I am Mr. Hot Boy riding round in some new
Quarter mill of em G’s won’t help when they watching you
Mostly these n***as pimpin out these, most city b*t*hes hoeing
These n***as here they ain’t doing that, just D bone and keep going
My n***a Turk call ‘em wodie, I call ‘em homie
He earned that the night he clocked on, them n***as for me
So confrontational to life, look in my section
Just know when you see Mitchy he riding with protection

[Hook]
Wodie, wodie yes yes
Wodie, wodie yes yes
Wodie, wodie yes yes
Wodie, wodie yes yes
Wodie, what’s up
Wodie yes, what’s up
Wodie, what’s up
Wodie yes, what’s up
Wodie, what’s up
Wodie yes, what’s up
Wodie, what’s up
Wodie yes, what’s up

[Outro]
Follow me now cause I'm a hot boy
Run up and run to you
Don’t get chopped boy
Follow me now cause I'm a hot boy
Run up and run to you
Don’t get chopped boy
They see me, they wodie, they be the thug that I be
They see me, they wodie, they be the thug that I be
They see me, they wodie, they be the thug that I be
Mister YMT