(Master P)

Don't make me call the dogs (use my ghetto code)

Oh we got beef? (Hoody Hoo)

I represent the dirty south

For all my thugs and thugettes out there

To the world

Get rowdy rowdy bout it bout it (Where they at?)

Where the tru thugs at?

4 or 5 hummers Burban Jag for the summer

SS sittin 20's but I ain't no muthafuckin stunter

Grab the gat where they at rat tat tat tat

I represent the 3rd ward

You a rookie, I'm a vet, you the captain, I'm the crunch

You got that dinner, I got the lunch, hit the weed, pass the blunts

Your eyes red, you got the munchies

How you like me now, gold teeth when I smile

Try to take me out the ghetto but I'm still buckwild

(Chorus)

So buckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga

(Hoody Hoo!) That's the code for them killas

(Hoody Hoo!) Buckle up, knuckle up (What you wanna do?)

(Hoody Hoo!) Buckle up, knuckle up (What you wanna do?)

(Hoody Hoo!) Buckle up, knuckle up (What you wanna do?)

(Hoody Hoo!) Buckle up, knuckle up (What you wanna do?)

(Hoody Hoo!) Buckle up, knuckle up (What you wanna do?)

(Silkk the Shocker)

One for the money, two for the show

Three for my niggaz, four to go

When I hear hoody hoo it's time to ride

Let nothin slide, let nothin go

If you bout your paper then scream (Hoody Hoo!)

If you don't fuck with them haters scream (Hoody Hoo!)

If you about big thangs then scream (Hoody Hoo!)

If about havin thangs the scream (Hoody Hoo!)

(Master P)

Whoa, hold on lil daddy, watch my feet

I know you gettin rowdy and everything

KL, bring that beat back

(Silkk the Shocker)

Drop the hot shit

So I can cop the new shit,