• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Part 3 - The Dead Milkmen
• Part 3 - Dead Milkmen
• Part 3 - Mo B. Dick

[untitled]
Now, you talk about that Bohagus boy. You know him, Billy Bohagus? They
found him last week out behind the barn [dramatic pause] with his math
teacher, his Scout leader, and the local minister, and that boy had the
nerve to say it was part of a biology project. We killed him; had no
other choice.
Part 3
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I saw you naked, you were chasin' a pig
So I led the police to your house and showed 'em where to dig
You thought you could live in peace
But I saw you naked and I called the police
I saw you naked and I saw the terrible things that you did
I saw you naked and you know it made me sick
I saw you naked, you were campin' with scouts
I know they earned some merit badges when the lights went out
How could you touch those children?
I saw you naked, you were holdin' a trout
I saw you naked and I saw the terrible things that you did
I saw you naked and you know it made me sick
Don't you kids try this solo at home
That man is a trained professional
I saw you naked, you were up in a tree
Were you gonna jump on the paper boy? I hadda wait and see
Were you afraid of squirrels? Poison Ivy?
I saw you naked, you were singin' "Born Free"
"Born Free"
I saw you naked and I saw the terrible things that you did
I saw you naked and you know it made me sick

I saw you naked and you were chasing a pig
So I led the police to your house and showed 'em where to dig
You thought you could live in peace
But I saw you naked and I called the police
I saw you naked and I saw the terrible things you did
I saw you naked and you know it made me sick,
I saw you naked you were camping with scouts
I know they earned some merit badges when the lights went out
How could you touch those children?
I saw you naked and you were holding a trout!

[Magic]
Now this supposed to be a party right
No Limit Soldier's reputation's gettin rowdy right
You heard the stories, Mo B. Dick turn up the fight ma naga
And when we leave I bet ya whole bunch of thugs follow
Believe that
Now where my downtown peoples at? (Here we go, here we go)
And where my uptown peoples at? (Here we go, here we go)
And where my eastcoast peoples at? (Here we go, here we go)
And where my westcoast peoples at? (Here we go, here we go)
Let's get rowdy nigga.
[Mo B. Dick]
It's really going down
Time to represent my round
Got calio that water town
If you can't swim you bound to drown
Gotta get it off my chest
Say what's up to the midwest
Witchita, Chicago, St. Loius and all the rest
What about them soldiers, No Limit Soldiers
Like Master P and Silkk, Mia-X and C-Murder
Ya'll better recognize the tank doggs is on the rise
Read the source and defie
Billboard, we bout it bout it
[Mo B. Dick-Chorus]
Bout it bout it
Rowdy rowdy [x2]
[Mo B. Dick]
We doing everythang, videos to picture shows
Design the clothes and panty hose
Sport agencies for professionals
We total loss, Lexuses and all the stars
Escallades is just a part
Living like a superstar
But still we keep it real
And all my homies know the deal
Wasn't easy getting here
We had to work and persevere
I said all I had to say
No Limit's here to stay
Don't even think about stepping in our way
Cuz we...
[Chorus x2]
[Mia X]
Now who wants to start it
And be the next dearly departed
Cuz when you war with gorillas like us, you gettin' ripped up
Lyricly or in the streets we come out, been bout it
We the first to make you shout it
I'm proud it, ride the tank up your block doing damage
Bank account on swoll, we roll like the ghetto, clapiss and manage
To make it happen even if we all deceased
Gotta problem, put a price on your fate, are you weak
Believe me when I say it's going down
Red light then kaplow, Part 3
[C-Murder]
Part 3, I been bout it, been rowdy, now how you feel
It's ninety nine and No Limit still coming real
Bossalinie, Mia X down with Mo B. D
For the radio straight from the studio
Can you feel a vibe coming straight to ya brain
And much love to the club cause we runnin' things
Now get pumped, and get crunked, while we get ya drunk
Cuz No Limit have a party pumping like a trunk
[Mo B. Dick]