Wet Boys - Wettin 'Em Up lyrics

{talking} sh**, yeah I thought ya'll knew You start off with young you'll always end up with fiends I thought ya'll knew that That's way back Ca$h Money Records you have the right to remain silent Anything you may, can, and will be flipped against ya n you If you open up your mouth and give up that right Exibit 1 [Chorus: repeat 2x] The Wet Boys! The Wet Boys! (Put out the fire) The Wet Boys! The Wet Boys! (Put out the fire) The Wet Boys! The Wet Boys! (Put out the fire) The Wet Boys!(Put out the fire) The Wet Boys! (Put out the fire) [Verse 1] Check, who be the boys trackin hits thats guaranteed Wig spittaz, hard hittaz, guarenteed to make you bleed Now, What kinda boys roll deep in Expeditions Down to dirty schemin, ignorant 'n bout flippin Now, Who be the boys flyin way from outta town Big paper situations, stackin g's year-round Now, Who be the boy that got that clout down south And goodness pick up when other clowns feel the drought Now, Who be the boys don't be bout all dat rappin Put dem K's in your mouth and them dumps to leave ya leftin Now, what kinda boys roll ya, he bout business Droppin, hittin fake souljas, comin up for the quickness Now, who be the boys thats got a whole new team Big trucks on 22's, the color be green Now, who be the boy who grew up on GT First soulja makin records, Sporty as can be Chorus: 1x [Verse 2] Now, who be that boy checkin into rehab Talkin bout he gon' quick {pause} don't make me laugh Now all these cars, but they never be use Sporty off the showroom flo', givin you clowns tha blues Now, who be the boys see men act they don't Talkin bout they gon' get me, staight shamin 'n flippin Now, who be the boys who ain't gon' let that happen Standin up totin gallons, straight baggin my rappin Chorus: 1x [Verse 3] Now, who be the boys who got a soulja out that 9 Call himself Lil Pee Wee and don't mind dyin Now, who be the boy who call himself Gotti Totes some Mausberg and ready to pump the party Now, who be the boys who got a soulja named Slim Gonna flip a lil B.G. when he get out the pen Now, who be the boys runnin wit the k**a cut-throat Wicked prime and uzi, peanut and mote Now, who be the boy steppin straight from the Grove George, Landis, Stan 'n Danny, play the money like hoes Now, who be that soulja call himself Dollar Bills Smaller than Lil' Wayne head and tote some big steel Now, who be the boy call hiself Lil' Caesar Quick the sleep more clown then the aids diseases Now, what kinda soulja wit Hairy and his people Listen to the Cub Scout songs they goin right to sleep-le Now, what kinda boys put it all together Lock and load them chrome K's and reign like bad weather Now, what kinda boys snatch mice and start fusses Pull up at local concerts, landin down on big buses Chorus: 2x {talking} Ha,(splash!) that's how we doin in (splash!) where I come from (splash!) You talkin bout "Get It How U (splash!) Live" No,(splash!) "Take It How I Get It" (splash!) ya heard me? (splash!) Shiiit, (splash!) it's goin down (splash!) all the time (splash!) Ain't nothin changed (splash!) Ya'll didn't drag Mystikal (splash!) from the river Doin him in the back (splash!) of junkyards (splash!)(spash!) Now they wanna look at me funny (splash!) Look I'm comin out hard Ha, (Wet) shiiit (Wet), brand-new day Step to me I (Wet Wet) dare ya Rough era (Wet Wet) Wet Boy (Wet Wet):11x