Silkk rose to fame in the mid-to-late 1990s, releasing records through Master P's label, No Limit Records. His self-titled debut, The Shocker, was released in 1996. Silkk was featured on Master P's 1998 hit, "Make 'Em Say Uhhh!" and had a minor rap hit with his own single that same year, "It Ain't My Fault," featuring label-mate Mystikal. Silkk also performed with R&B singer Mya on the second single released from her self-titled debut album, "Movin' On." In 1999, Mya and Silkk collaborated on the lead single from his album "Made Man." The track, titled "Somebody Like Me," went on to become one of the year's top-selling singles on the Billboard charts. Since then, Silkk has released two additional solo albums: "My World, My Way" in 2001 and "Based On A True Story" in 2004. Neither release generated the same success he enjoyed in the late 1990s. Silkk was also featured on World Wrestling Entertainment's Wreckless Intent album, which was released on May 23, 2006. The song he performed on the album, I'm Comin', has since been used as the theme song for SmackDown! wrestler M.V.P. Silkk also performed former SmackDown! wrestler Orlando Jordan's theme song, Do It Big.
Hoody Hooo
Silkk The Shocker Lyrics
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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?
SS sittin 20's but I ain't no muthafuckin stunna
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
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?)
One for the money, two for the show
Three for my niggas, 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!)
Whoa, hold on lil daddy, watch my feet
I know you gettin rowdy and everything
KL, bring that beat back
Drop the hot shit
So I can cop the new shit, the blue six
Niggas hatin these days
So guess what, I bulletproofed it
N-O-L-I-M-I to the T nigga
TRU is who we be nigga
Then scream if you with me nigga
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?)
Straight from the South, got them golds in my mouth
Converse on my feet
Thug girls bounce dat ass to the beat
We be No Limit niggas, and we rowdy
We come to the club and get the motherfucker wildin
Fuck, I been to the streets
Rest in peace to my peeps
Stay at home if you weak, gotta hustle just to eat
And the pound put it down, all them girls can't tell
TRU niggas make mail, all them haters go to hell
Throw 'em up Uptown, all the way to Downtown
You might get clowned, so you better pack a round
TRU niggas want it all, we gon' ball till we fall
Put my tank on the wall, Hoody Hoo be call, nigga
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?)
The lyrics of Silkk The Shocker's song "Hoody Hooo" is a representation of the rapper's life in the South, where he was born and raised. The song speaks about his success, mentioning the 4 or 5 Hummers, Burban, Jag for the summer, and the SS sitting on 20s. Silkk also talks about his proficiency with firearms, mentioning "Grab the gat, where they at, rat-tat-tat-tat," and represents his neighborhood in the 3rd Ward. He claims to be a veteran of the life he lives: "you a rookie, I'm a vet, you the captain, I'm the crunch."
The chorus of the song urges listeners to "buckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga," signifying to get ready for a fight. "Hoody Hoo" is a code word for killers, and Silkk associates his tight-knit group with that term. He encourages his listeners to join in and scream "Hoody Hoo" if they're with him. The song is an anthem for those who are about "big thangs" and "having thangs."
Overall, "Hoody Hooo" is a song about claiming your territory, defending yourself and loved ones, and celebrating your success despite adversity. The song is a representation of Silkk The Shocker's life and the life of many others in the South who face violence, danger, and poverty regularly.
Line by Line Meaning
Don't make me call the dogs (use my ghetto code)
Don't test me or you'll regret it (I'll use my secret language)
Oh, we got beef? (Hoody Hoo)
Are we in a conflict? (Let's get ready to fight)
I represent the dirty south
I am from the southern part of the US with a rough reputation
For all my thugs and thugettes out there
For all my fellow gangsters and gangster girls
To the world
To everyone, far and wide
Get rowdy rowdy, bout it bout it (Where they at?)
Let's get loud and proud (Where are my fellow gang members?)
Where the tru thugs at?
Where are the real gangsters?
4 or 5 hummers, Burban, Jag for the summer
I have four or five expensive cars to use in the summer
SS sittin 20's but I ain't no muthafuckin stunna
My Chevy SS car has 20-inch rims, but that doesn't mean I'm wasting my money
Grab the gat, where they at, rat-tat-tat-tat
Get the gun, where are the enemies? Shoot them all quickly
I represent the 3rd ward
I am from the Third Ward in my city
You a rookie, I'm a vet, you the captain, I'm the crunch
You're inexperienced, I'm experienced, you're a leader, I'm the muscle
You got that dinner, I got the lunch, hit the weed, pass the blunts
You have money for expensive dinners, I have money for cheaper meals. Let's smoke weed and share joints
Your eyes red, you got the munchies
Your eyes are bloodshot because you smoked weed, and now you have the munchies
How you like me now, gold teeth when I smile
Look at me now, I have gold teeth that shine when I smile
Try to take me out the ghetto but I'm still buckwild
You can try to get me out of the ghetto, but I will always be wild and dangerous
One for the money, two for the show
One for making money, two for showing off
Three for my niggas, four to go
Three for my gangster friends, four to continue making more money
When I hear hoody hoo it's time to ride
When I hear the code word, it's time to get ready to fight
Let nothin slide, let nothin go
Don't leave anything undone, don't let anything slip by
If you bout your paper then scream (Hoody Hoo!)
If you're serious about making money, shout the code word
If you don't fuck with them haters scream (Hoody Hoo!)
If you don't like the people who are trying to bring you down, shout the code word
If you about big thangs then scream (Hoody Hoo!)
If you're involved in big things, shout the code word
If about havin thangs the scream (Hoody Hoo!)
If you're about having things, shout the code word
Whoa, hold on lil daddy, watch my feet
Wait a minute, watch me move in my dance
I know you gettin rowdy and everything
I know you're getting excited and acting wild
KL, bring that beat back
Bring back the music, KL
Drop the hot shit
Play the new, popular music
So I can cop the new shit, the blue six
So I can afford to buy new things, like the blue Mercedes-Benz (car)
N-O-L-I-M-I to the T nigga
No Limit, that's who I am, spelled N-O-L-I-M-I-T
TRU is who we be nigga
TRU is our gang, that's who we are
Then scream if you with me nigga
Shout if you're with our gang, guys
Straight from the South, got them golds in my mouth
I'm from the Southern US, and I have gold teeth
Converse on my feet
I'm wearing Converse sneakers
Thug girls bounce dat ass to the beat
Gangster girls dance to the music
We be No Limit niggas, and we rowdy
We are members of No Limit gang and we are loud and rebellious
We come to the club and get the motherfucker wildin
We go to the club and make it chaotic and exciting
Fuck, I been to the streets
I know the streets well
Rest in peace to my peeps
My friends who have passed away, rest in peace
Stay at home if you weak, gotta hustle just to eat
Don't go outside if you can't handle the tough life. You need to work hard just to have food
And the pound put it down, all them girls can't tell
My dog and I are dangerous, all the girls love us but they can't admit it
TRU niggas make mail, all them haters go to hell
Our gang makes so much money. Anyone who hates us can go to hell
Throw 'em up Uptown, all the way to Downtown
Put your hands up, from Uptown to Downtown
You might get clowned, so you better pack a round
You might get laughed at, so carry a gun for protection
TRU niggas want it all, we gon' ball till we fall
Our gang wants everything, and we'll keep partying until we can't anymore
Put my tank on the wall, Hoody Hoo be call, nigga
Hang up my army tank on the wall. Hoody Hoo is our code word, guys
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: CHANTEL, ANDRE BENJAMIN, ANTWAN PATTON, COREY MILLER, CRAIG LAWSON, PATRICK BROWN, PERCY MILLER, RAYMON MURRAY, RICO WADE, VYSHON MILLER
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@emmanuelmorrison9526
I ain’t NEVER GONNA STOP listening to this SONG!!!!
@bobdole1570
Me neither nigga!!! Put a disc man with Master P and Tru CD and keep the batteries fresh at my tombstone and put that shit on continuing
@JosephLager
Hoody Hoo
@mikejohn7273
It's way better then the bs out today
@keepingitrealfoodreviews4178
Facts
@keepingitrealfoodreviews4178
@@mikejohn7273yep
@diontaedaughtry974
Summer of 99 was freaking epic. My cousin had every No Limit album I would listen to as many as I could before it was time for me to go home. Great song 👍👍
@jessihawkins9116
does he still have them? 🤔
@diontaedaughtry974
@@jessihawkins9116 I don't know
@jessihawkins9116
@@diontaedaughtry974 well why don’t you find out….🤨