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[Juvenile]
Bitches is pullin' out they best suits Gangstas is gettin' dressed too Don't even underestimate the power of a test tube It's a fo' sho' shot, some of these niggaz know not That's why they so hot, always up in them dope spots I hope my niggaz really feel what I'm sayin' I'm tryin' to put lil' wodie up on this game And dick suckers ain't playin' And duck nigga, look I won't remain You're stuck even if it don't restrain I'ma be in the cut Some of you got it, some of you fuckin' up Better get your life together 'fore you lose that bruh You got cocaine you better move that bruh You got a ring you better lose that bruh You got a habit, better lose that bruh Don't even choose that bruh, so move on I did this album right here for keepin' me and you strong... That's right cousin I did this album right here for me and my people, ya heard me? And we got the Lord on our side So can't nothin' you do or say to me bother me Cousin, I'ma be here 'til it's all over with I've been through a lot the past few years But I ain't holdin' no grudges It's all about me and my family, U.T.P. This is how we eat, cousin What?! |
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| 2. |
| 3:29 |
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[Juvenile]
That's right, it's crunch time now fellas No time to be cryin for momma now, it's the movement C'mon To all my people on them corners I consider as dogs I wish I could break a package down and send it to y'all I know ya feelin me behind them penitentiary walls Put me on the visit list and I'll be in to see y'all Talk to 'em - your mayor ain't your friend, he's the enemy Just to get your vote, a saint is what he pretend to be Fuck him! Ah-listen to me, I got the remedy Save your money up and find out who got 'em for 10 a ki' Bubble, if you don't hustle don't use your energy Cause you gon' be a cellmate or wind up as a memory Yeah, and I could give a fuck if you kin to me My life is up and down and side to side like a centipede [Chorus] Get ya hustle on, nigga get ya hustle on [4X] We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it! We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it! [Juvenile] The loamin hard sparkle like glass Main bitch right behind me lookin sharp in the Jag Security say you don't know me so I talk to 'em bad If a nigga want somethin I got somethin for his ass Choppers - I'm already knowin that it's a G thang Ever since they tried to drown a nigga on the {?} Everybody need a check from FEMA So he can go and sco' him some co-ca-llina Get money! And I ain't gotta ball in the Beemer Man I'm tryin to live, I lost it all in Katrina (damn) And nobody cares what the police thank Everybody fuckin with ki's cause it's a street thang [Chorus] [Juvenile] Wodie! You really feelin your folks Just them crackers behind them desk-es that ain't hearin us though We starvin! We livin like Haiti without no government Niggaz killin niggaz and them bitches is lovin it Fuck Fox News! I don't listen to y'all ass Couldn't get a nigga off the roof with a star pass Talkin - y'all comfortable right now to your own land 'Til a nigga catch ya down bad, starvin and want cash Get your mind right, nigga get your money up You're movin a little somethin, but you ain't done enough Fo' shizzle - you know the boss gonna want a cut Yeahhhhhh - or the boss gon' haveta fuck you up [Chorus - repeat 2X] |
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| 3. |
| 3:55 |
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[Chorus]
Dis rain 'sposed to drop, when I first hit the block Niggaz wasn't really feelin me then {"Do it!"} I had a little drama, I was bout that there That's how a nigga kept his name in the wind {"Do it!"} I'm from the projects, as in the 3rd Ward As up in uptown, ah-what you heard of, it goes {"Hey, hey, hey!"} Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes {"Hey, hey, hey!"} Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes [Juvenile] I got ghosts on my team unseen And they only be ridin with me 'til we do one thing The watch, the bling bling, fuck what you heard I ain't even gotta tell 'em nothin to give 'em the word Put bosses on injured reserve, fuck losses Put your sister brother mammy and your pa on the curb I can make an ounce out of a quarter of a bird Introduce you to the killers, all my dogs in the 3rd Know that, this ain't the spot to sco' at Cause you don't know if nigga really got a package or he's scopin to jack If they get'cha won't nobody rat These families been here for years with kids and they not about to demolish that We got {?} and a lot of crack Clearin our tracks cause fiends could be givin 'em a whole lot of facts My lil' spot where it was poppin at Standin in the court all day thinkin of ways to get out of that [Chorus] [Juvenile] Storm with me, waitin on Mignon and Iggy And this one gon' be out'chea in a minute ya hear me? Hoe listen, watch them niggaz, let me do me They gon' spin the bend right now, they know we on duty I got my lil' cutey, I took her from hard times Go 'head hand me the strap when these niggaz get out of line I ain't tryin to size the beef up or measure it But I'm know in your place's where you motherfuckers better get We ain't gotta go back and forth people to settle this X Juvey out, just handle business for Terius I'm Conan wild wod', I'm glow{?}anchardo{?} Run up like a stupid and get thrown in the pile hoe You don't see me with no bodyguards, probably in exotic cars Gettin the 411 from a lot of broads You can get this money with me you ain't gotta starve You my people with this business so I got a job [Chorus] [Juvenile] Yeah I'm focusin on learnin from all your mistakes now Was a face in the crowd, I'm a baller with grace now I miss illegal shit but I don't fuck with the cops Cause I'm always smokin some killer when I cut through the blocks and stop 'Fore I ignore it, my name be in all type of shit Trippin over my car, and I don't even like the bitch Niggaz get that false courage and buck But you ain't doin shit unless the murder rate raise up Lil' wonder, youth symbol stand for two K's up It ain't your motherfuckin business about who pays us Projects know you got some change on ya, it' sa shame on ya I'm fresh out of the shootin range with my aim on ya I heard 'em say they catchin feelings now cause I'm boss Well put your drawers in your booty bitch and break to the North What nigga I ain't feelin nothin, and I ain't fearin none This is the Magnolia and see where this guerilla from [echoes] |
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| 4. |
| 4:12 |
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(feat. Wacko)
[Chorus] (One) Never gonna stop tryin' to get it (Two) Never turn my back on my city (Three) Never let the money fuck with me (Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at the bitches And the sets go up [17X] [Juvenile] Hey homie, you don't wanna get familiar with us Fuckin' over you would give me and my niggaz a rush I'm sick of all you and the fortune and supposed to be thugs Tellin' stories 'bout your life when that was not how it was Yeah a nigga did some shit back in the days with the pack Like in your hood, when you was out there gettin' paid with the crack You get the fuck when you hear shots and it's not yo' peep But if a ricochet hit you, you better pop yo' heat Yeah you know I'm from the 'Nolia but you do not know me Quit eyeballin' a nigga down 'fore you get shot homie You don't wanna know what I've been thinkin' up You better go 'head on and find you another spot to chill 'cause I've been drinkin' cuz We see a light and everything ain't great It's like everybody mind is in the same old state, ya know I'll throw a nigga fucked up with his revenues I'ma tell you four fuckin' things I'ma never do [Chorus] (One) Never gonna stop tryin' to get it (Two) Never turn my back on my city (Three) Never let the money fuck with me (Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at the bitches And the sets go up [9X] [Juvenile] From the 3 to the 17, ey yo we doin' it big If you're ghetto you know who Wacko and Juvenile is New Orleans, see I'ma rep that, 'cause these my peeps You could pick up some bad habits hangin' in these streets Have you talkin' to this and that nigga and showin' your teeth Walkin' round you like you took care and you handled your beef Pissed off 'cause your hoe wanna come talk to me To show me the little gift that she done bought for me I take it back to when the big timers was pushin' the size When niggaz wore Dickies suits like it was regular jobs We cop Adidas, ghost town and Anita's used to be packed And rumors started poppin' and it started to crack We used to drink Crazy Horse and shoot dice in the back We had four rules in life and I can promise you that [Chorus] (One) Never gonna stop tryin' to get it (Two) Never turn my back on my city (Three) Never let the money fuck with me (Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at the bitches And the sets go up [9X] [Wacko] Now why you muggin' a nigga? Let that bitch go Let her bounce with a gangsta out six coat Let her wil' out and flick it off a disco Let me gas up, dick her down and get ghost Ain't trickin' for the vagina, I like to get throat Yo' stupid ass tryin' to stay in here and lick toes Good girls love G's, that's how the shit go That's why niggaz need to tighten up and get low I know you heard of *clap-clap*, I'm gettin' doe Let me check my palm pilot, I'm gettin' hoes Let me check my squad' wallets, we gettin' close My squad up in the crowd wilin', they spittin' more Drive by in the '5-5, forget a '4 Five, five and another five, we get a show Fifteen and another five, you'll get some blow You hustlin' your block, pop and you get some more [Chorus] (One) Never gonna stop tryin' to get it (Two) Never turn my back on my city (Three) Never let the money fuck with me (Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at these bitches And the sets go up [17X] |
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| 5. |
| 3:58 |
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{*"It's the... pretty brown, brown drivin me wild" sampled throughout song*}
[Cool and Dre talking] This is-this is-this is You're now tuned in to W UTP radio We your host for tonight Cool and Dre You're now locked in to the Juvenile hour I know all y'all hot girls is tuned in right now So we gon send this new one out to you clearly It's called Rodeo talk to 'em pimpin! [Juvenile] Y'all need to open ya ears up and soak this game up and if nobody don't know ya I'm a make y'all famous this is 24-karats but it shine like stainless just look at how the diamonds complement my fingers (*choking*) Yes indeed-shit chokin me woah I need a breath to breathe chasin with the Hennessy now that's how a G play it especially when them hoes shakin that ass to the DJ if I could do it big give 'em some leg weight security stop trippin and you niggaz be easy yessir this the bubble right hurr your all beautiful women if you insecure [Chorus] Let me see ya work that-twerk that-serve that come on and do the rodeo Let me see ya bounce that-move that-do that let me see ya do the rodeo Let me see ya work that-twerk that-serve that come on and do the rodeo Let me see ya bounce that-move that-do that let me see ya do the rodeo (rodeo show) [Juvenile] It's like you don't even have nothin on got everybody watchin you so you can show that thong it's ya birthday lil' mama get ya kodak on but don't quit showin the world you in the throwback zone we ain't leavin right now we on a positive vibe but I still keep the home aside squad on the side see how I'm holdin on the steering wheel controllin the ride and y'all comin out of park because I got it in drive I'm really feelin ya outfit it must be nice a hard worker like myself could afford that price I can't deny that you's a beautiful bitch you got a face, and a ass, and a smile that want quit [Chorus] [Juvenile] We not judgin by size that's all statistics just turn the lights down and it's ballerific this not the right spot to let ya daughters visit it's some freaks up in here and it's all exquisit my round put me on ya just cause he want hit it shit I hope you don't be trippin on some 'be home'shit cause Jack ain't worried bout who Staci with and he don't have to be puttin up with Staci's shit I ain't lyin sometimes when you cross my path up in the club all night and niggaz stalk yo ass Big fine I ain't even trippin and I know you ain't trippin cause you know you wore that there tonight for me you understand what I'm sayin... [Chorus] [Chorus] and samples 'til end |
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| 6. |
| 3:38 |
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[Juvenile talking]
Whats up everybody This your boy Juve The Great Right here with my people sinister And we about to take y'all back to the old school That old school gangster shit Check this shit out [Juvenile] We the only ones with work in the middle of the drought then them niggaz round the corner come and see what we about But we don't know they face so we don't want them by the house But Skipper started bustin when he saw them pullin out We did them niggaz dirty for fuckin up our vibe We packed up all our shit and moved it to the other side Visited our spot this girl was on my dick She said I love you Juvenile but you know you the shit I grabbed on my glock its where the fools hang out I'm only tryin to hustle another change route But they ain't gettin nothin if I ain't on beam I'ma leave them niggaz sufferin to find they own things Workin with plenty for talkin 'bout hoes I don't give them a penny, they comin out they clothes Grabbin on my jimmy to see if nigga swole Have to get it right with this big 'ol totem pole [Chorus] Yes I'm thuggin Yes I'm clubbin I ain't trippin on you look bitch I'm buzzin Hoes and niggaz I'm not lovin Fuck what you gettin if I ain't got nothin What's happenin, what's happenin, what's happenin with that What's happenin, what's happenin, what's happenin with that What's happenin, what's happenin, what's happenin, what's happenin What's happenin, what's happenin, what's happenin with that [Juvenile] We pull up in front the club and my rims was lookin nice The subwoofers bumpin, I need it in my life We had a couple of fellas was stuntin with they eyes We jump out of the Lexus and got they mind right See I ain't gotta rep cause they know I got chains You can catch me in that ? boy, that money green thang Get a fish and shrimp po' boy and go sit on St. James I'm a playa like my ole boy thats where I get game Goes start passin cause they want me to see 'em Ain't givin no action if they want some per diem I keep a soldier rag from the A.M. to the P.M My heater in my lap lookin great up in the B-M I know them niggaz watchin cause they know that I'm buck But they can catch a hot one for fuckin with a thug Nothin was poppin so we went in the club All the hoes started jockin cause they knew who we was [Chorus] [Juvenile] The owner wasn't trippin, he let a nigga in an The place was jumpin and the hoes was grinnin Not at us though it was at the other women Some was butterscotch some yellow like lemon Had a couple of foul ones chicken and pigeons Some was kinda fine but them bitches didnt listen Told them meet us outside and hoes got missin Put it in reverse and went back for more women Everybody's rollin and you can really see it Look at how they scopin for somebody to be with I ain't on shit and Ive been G'in since the 80's Ain't about goin somewhere probably then "Beat It" You already knowin the way that I'm rockin if you anin goin then ain't nothin poppin Now I'm about to leave cause these niggaz eavesdroppin I got my heater on me now an I don't have to cock it [Chorus] |
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| 7. |
| 4:13 |
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(feat. Eightball, Skip)
[Chorus: Juvenile] She got a loose booty, she got a loose booty Pay attention to how it shake, she got a loose booty She got a loose booty, she got a loose booty Pay attention to how it shake, she got a loose booty [Juvenile] I ain't tryin to be stuck all in the corner and locked up Tongue-kissin a hoe a nigga know she a doctor Hoe can make a nigga think she a queen She standin there smellin like potpourri I bet she stank in them jeans Need to shake it, wash it, rinse it, squeeze it and douche it Call a time-out, freeze AT EASE that pussy They comin out the woodworks, ain't no pride They don't get tired, play they vibe and they'll shake it 'til they foot hurt Say she dressin for time, she got a lot of that She ain't no nickel and dime, she got a dollar back When she step her ass bounce two times The wobble wobble make it hard for her to walk straight lines Gotta add the soldiers on when you standin behind her You might get stuck in there and need a camera to find her Gotta hold ON to them handlebars, cause you don't want that broad goin tellin your dawgs you got handled boy! [Chorus] - 2X [Eightball] You make a nigga wanna pay for that pussy hoe Stand it up and make you get up on your tiptoes Play with love man, kiss it baby watch him grow Don't run your mouth about it, momma try to keep it low Let's get a room somewhere deep on the outskirts Give me head 'til yo muh'fuckin mouth hurts Go tell your friends 'bout the suite up at the W About the view and all the freaky shit I done to you Now when she see me when you're not around She be in my face, tryin to see what I'm about Here take my number, maybe you can take me out Take you somewhere and put some dick up in your mouth I remember when you bitches wasn't so nice Before the rings and the watches got a coat of ice Same nigga, different day, we forever say Money over bitches, U.T.P., Eight way [Chorus] - 2X [Skip] Oh I like the way you move it to the right girl No I like the way you shake it to the left girl No I like it when you bend it, when you step girl Now, touch your toes while you hold your breath girl! And I ain't come here to ruin your night I'm tryin to put somethin new in your life! Just by doin you right, we can go somewhere for two if you like Use the stars and the moon for the light, cause you movin it right Why? I'm really tryin to do you tonight (right now) If you dyke, bring your crew if you like! If any um booty is like, your booty is like Call your whole crew booty delight, we make it "Nolia Clap" Don't hold it back, touch the flo' with that I got a heart attack, your booty causin cataract I can't even stay on it, look I keep on fallin back! My momma always told me Skip don't ever fall for that! [Chorus] - 2X |
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| 8. |
| 4:08 |
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(feat. Mike Jones & Paul Wall & Skip & Wario)
[Chorus:] "Said the ladies they love me, they love the way I be leanin" "They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin" "All the ballers is bouncin, they love the way I be leanin" "They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin" [Juvenile:] This is the year of the U, watch how I get on track A young black paid man in the rap gettin his snaps And also, he only rides in the year that he's in Cause he don't feel the year's bigger than him, so let the boy be He off the meter with tennis shoes and a white tee Bitches watchin him thinkin "What if he wife me?" And it's a certain kind of swagger you get Especially when you're used to bein the shit, that's if you're older right All of my boss bitches know the type When a nigga hug all on ya and he be smellin like a motorbike A nice fit and video on the TV'll get her to come out of them B.B.'s, believe me I'm a thug and I'm a stay on pub' And I don't bug, cause I carry the strap in the club I see ya peepin tryin to figure out what's happenin with us "They love the way I be leanin", that's why they baggin it up. [Chorus:] "Said the ladies they love me, they love the way I be leanin" "They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin" "All the ballers is bouncin, they love the way I be leanin" "They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin" [x2] [Mike Jones:] Yeah! Ice Age, Mike Jones! You know that purple drank I be leanin' my diamonds shinin' and gleamin' I'm in that dropper with Juve the groupies boppin' and feenin' I'm from the home of the candy paint, 84's and purple drank Ladies know when I hit they corner my slabs'll make 'em faint Ice Age and U.T.P., ball-ballin' as you can see Crawl-crawlin on 23's, with candy on my HumVee Hon-ies love the way I talk, love the way I walk Love the way I lean, they say that I'm so clean. [Paul Wall:] I got a lot of money, I got a lot of ice I got a lot of cars, many colors and lots of types I got that paper cause I'm caked up like Betty Crocker Comin' down on choppers single file with all the trunk poppers Gettin' money's my only task, stack up paper and count cash I'm ridin' on that pull over silver, the same color as a bad rash Gettin' full of that puff puff pass, it's Paul Wall man what that do Swishahouse baby that's my crew, comin' down jammin' on the Screw. [Chorus:] "Said the ladies they love me, they love the way I be leanin" "They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin" "All the ballers is bouncin, they love the way I be leanin" "They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin" [x2] [Wario:] Drove over 2 dogs, sittin' on 2 fogs My rims be talkin' too, they love to seduce hogs They're dressed in cute clothes, manicured with cute toes I'm big paper; Wario never stop for group hoes Oh no I don't scoop those, fly bitches salute those Fatties with benefits, you know I recruit those This a Soulja Slim T-Shirt, this ain't no suit hoe I got ? up under these, not no Timbaland boots. [Skip:] I'm sick dog! And there ain't no antidote Bust your muthafuckin' like a canteloupe Like Hannibal, woof, I'm an animal Just cold dickin' the money down huh, ain't it though? I'm a do my damn thing 'til I can't no mo' Don't make me pull this damn trigger 'til it ain't no mo' And don't tell me where you ain't gon' go I'm a just tell you one time, get to fuck 'til I ain't no mo'. [Chorus:] "Said the ladies they love me, they love the way I be leanin" "They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin" "All the ballers is bouncin, they love the way I be leanin" "They love the way I be leanin, they love the way I be leanin" [x2] |
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| 9. |
| 4:41 |
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(This is, this is, this is, this is!!)
Yeah... ha ha! Whoahh (yeah) [Juvenile] You put the coke in a tube, and whaddya get Whatever you want a car to the flip of your wrist Drug traffickin been happenin since seventy-six They lock us up cause government be wantin tax from the shit I call my people in Detroit, they get that 9-1-1 Hoe gon' put it in her pussy and come flyin with son And it's plenty full so he gonna consignment some Same nigga that I be gettin the lime-ah from Got yay too! How you want it? Soft piece or hard piece? Work ain't movin, I'll break it down in a heartbeat I'm tryin to put the new 25's on my Rover So when I hit the lakefront they gotta slide over Yeahhh, these hoes be respctin my cars When I pass, they smile and start adjustin they bras Niggaz peep hard and get to twistin they lips But they could easily meet God so homey don't even trip [Chorus] Ridin with the strap on my lap, other one in the dash On the way to drop this nigga off a fo'-and-a-half Last time he put my shit on his tongue He frowned up, cause the boy was NUMB Can you break a brick down? I can break a brick down [3X] I can break a brick down, but I prefer to sellin it whole [Juvenile] I read the paper today and everything was kinda chill Word is circulatin niggaz is tryin to find a deal So he could ride behind the wheel of the 300 and put the dub deuces in the grill You think you can't get killed? Me neither That's why we almost forced to keep heaters A quick ruckus if a bitch touch us Ain't got no beef with no Muslims but move or you get hit brother These streets move forward and backwards These fiends out'chea somethin more than just actors One nigga get popped, another fo' get a package Watchin out for the law man patrollin the action What next? We tryin to bring it back to the team Let our dogs see how it is to do your own thing Not like Baby though, really put your own bling You ain't doin nuttin for me nigga, do your own thing [Chorus] [Juvenile] G shit to 'em, I don't just write rhymes Goin platinum offa talkin about my lifetimes I'm gettin love in these streets cause they like how I rock I'm just a thug on the beat, fuck a hip-hop cop Not jumpin on the bandwagon to get my props Got somethin happenin fo' me right within my block Now, everybody wanna be the king of somethin I guess I'll just call myself the king of hustlin I make things happen nigga, I'm a panhandler Shit not like how it's lookin on camera Won't exercise the right to put the bandana up And nobody gon' handle us, we never put they hammers up You couldn't make it where I survive Right now my city murder rate is at it's all time high And it's a must I have the piece in sight When I'm drivin know I'm showin them no teeth, just eyes [Chorus] [Chorus - second half only minus last half of last line] |
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| 10. |
| 3:18 |
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[Juvenile]
Girl you're lookin' like a '4 dropped low to the ground Ooh, I like it when you shake it up and swing it around Don't stop, ooh, you servin' it now Have a nigga lookin' for you, searchin' around I tried to pass you up but you're lookin' so hot Got my dick gettin' stiffer than a robot You not lookin' concerned about what a hoe got You just layin' it down right there in yo' spot When you pass a nigga, come to a slow stop Wonderin' how I'm lookin' when the clothes drop Fresh out of the fingernail and toe shop Lookin' real, I gotta get her when the hoe pop She got a shape, ain't nothin' fake, she in the race Her pretty face, I'd give her a 7 or 8 Or maybe 9 if she really fine Side and behind with a lady mind Diamonds, she genuine... [Chorus] Let your hair down girl, you already know (When I grab ya ass) I ain't gonna let it go Ooh, I'm the shit and you the poo poo Let a nigga fuck you with that uptown voo-doo You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe? You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe? [Juvenile] Your big, fine, don't be scared, put your hands up Give me a minute, you ain't gotta give your man up In a relationship, I understand, and what? He ain't focusin' right now, so we CAN fuck Move - shake - bounce - pop Pancake it, pull it over at the bus stop Swing it back around, stop it there and make it wiggle Put it in reverse and back it up just a little It ain't your birthday, nope, it ain't your birthday But I'ma treat you like that, if you can serve me Girl you a stallion, let me take you to the derby I bet a hundred that you gon' be up in first place (Pose - move - stop - walk) Shit, I think you more finer than the block talk Ladies, put your hands up if you need to get dropped off Up even higher if you wanna leave in my car [Chorus] Let your hair down girl, you already know (When I grab ya ass) I ain't gonna let it go Ooh, I'm the shit and you the poo poo Let a nigga fuck you with that uptown voo-doo You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe? You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe?... Uh-hu... uh-hu... uh-hu... [Juvenile] Like it when you be dressin' all fancy And your lips be lookin' like candy Come here and get you a sip of this Brandy Let me think a size off of what I can see You musta been eatin' by grannies Cause that ass lookin' phat in them panties Tryin' to treat you like one of my family And I won't be actin' like your man be I'm the shit lil' mama, just chance me Cause you're lookin' at a more advanced me Now drop it, and pop it, and shake it like a dog Look back at a gangsta when you're catchin' the wall [Chorus] Let your hair down girl, you already know (When I grab ya ass) I ain't gonna let it go Ooh, I'm the shit and you the poo poo Let a nigga fuck you with that uptown voo-doo You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe? You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe? |
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| 11. |
| 4:06 |
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(feat. Trey Songz)
[Trey Songz - singing] Oh, Oh, Oh, Ooh, Oh, Oh Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Oh, Oh put ya feet up in my shoes for a minute shawty peep the way I do how I'm living you steadily trippin, say I'm trickin with the women girl don't make me get to trippin everything is what I'm givin, I know [Juvenile] I know I'm comin home to big fine after my day done all concerned about how I'm feelin and if I ate somethin you always hear the bullshit stories and never say nothin cause all of 'em in search for a man that's why they stay sufferin though you may think I'm from this bitch to the next a nigga be out here tryna get him a check, but I prefer cash for me and you so don't even much get ya nerves bad they want attention and they don't even deserve that girl you miss Juv-E what you think I don't care What you think I'm bout to go sacrifice this shit for that there they wanna catch the biggest fish in the sea-but he ain't swimmin cause he satisfied and ain't lookin forward to other women [Chorus: Trey Songz] I know, you know (I know, you know) just cause they shakin-don't mean I'm takin I know, you know (you know, yeah) just cause they holla-don't mean I follow I know, you know (you know, baby) just cause they throw it-don't mean I'm catchin I know, you know (you know) no matter how long I'm gone-I'm always comin home to you [Juvenile] You gotta believe me, you don't have to police me I be up in the streets makin sure that me and you eat see women try to tease me but I tell 'em be easy my family needs me so I'm goin where my seeds be I can sign ya poster but I cannot intercourse ya they really wanna solider that's why the bendin it over holla at big daddy I'm comin home like I 'ppose ta with a big ole bag of groceries and somethin that we can smoke up we don't need a passion cause me and you is what's happenin they thought we wasn't adaptin now everybody congratin forget all of that yappin as long as we keep interactin and we keep on attractin to each other with a passion [Chorus] [Juvenile] When the big dog is in ya they gon'wanna bother a G wanna leave way at night and come tomorrow with me yup so they can put a nigga business all in the streets out here tellin folks she gotta problem recordin for keeps she got big ?? tryna get me to the place hopin I reconize her curve but I can't even relate now they be at the red light flashin me with they head lights I know how to play it like tell 'em to get they head right I'm not tryna touch her so you can keep ya lil'rubber you too young for me why ya tryna get me in trouble she know that I love her-look we was meant for each other and she gon' act a fool when she with me under the cover [Chorus - repeat to end] |
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| 12. |
| 3:52 |
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(feat. Skip, Redd Eyezz)
[Chorus: Skip - 2X] Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth (POW!) Smack the taste right up out of your mouth (POW!) "I wa-, I wa-" That's what I'm talkin' about (POW!) Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth (POW!) [Skip] Since I hit the TV now I'm a hot topic But that don't mean Skipper won't pop it Ain't that that dude with the H2 and the nice wallet? And I got four words - stay off my dick You wanna make it to where Skip ain't got shit So you could ride around town and spread your gossip Make up stories like "U.T.P. done dropped Skip" "Juve' used the man, paid him and then got rich" C'mon stop it, you're makin' it up Damn, how much hate is enough, boy you faker than fuck "I just saw Skip blazin' it up With a dime piece, smilin', gettin' head in the truck Look, right now he headed for us" (Look!) "You lyin' motherfucker, dude he right behind 'em, you a busta" Cause that's your old lady he with Them hoes is for everbody, stop savin' a bitch [Chorus - 2X] [Redd Eyezz] Open my eyes when the sun rise, blazin' First nigga on the strip, even if my block's hotter than Cajun I cop them Haitan, Jamaicans, Cubans and Yanks Program with every race, now I cuts my own steak Known to take G trips to a town like Wimbleton Get a bust' down spot and be servin' like Wimbledon Black John McEnroe, my rap flows are clapped (uh-hu) Supposed to be hot as Tabasco, look at them assholes now Homie, when I'm seen there's a crowd With head bustas off the streets talkin' loud, ready to wild Get respect for a few things Deranged, the chopper spit And the first off the block to cop a new Range Life is fast, I get cash and write about it At night it ain't safe in the South, we bout it bout it Doubt it and get bodied 'cause the shotty will lift - your big muscleman bodyguard off his shit [Chorus - 2X] [Juvenile] Who lil' daddy with the fitted cap turned back? Know some of these niggaz got respect, he tryin' to earn that Hopefully one of these niggaz with yayo will see that And put him in the right position he tryin' to be at They talkin' in the wind but they no better than the play though They could make a carton or a t-shirt in a day though I ain't tryin' to flex my power bitch but I got say so And I could make a million; American, yen or peso They say I got a attitude, that's not the issue at all Don't get involved when I'm doin' what I have to do I'm suttle now but I could turn into an animal Blow it out of proportion and I ain't understandin' you Not in it for the short, I want the long term Fuck the government, I'ma take care of my own children You gon' have to zip your lip up, before a nigga flip up I don't think they understandin' me, holler at 'em Skipper [Chorus - 4.5X] |
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| 13. |
| 3:32 |
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(feat. Bun B)
[Juvenile] U.T.P. in the buildin' Sinista on the motherfuckin' track, nigga... I'm ridin' dirty, way low to the grass Whole hood payin' attention to me showin' my ass I just cooked up and the tube was fulled up I sold my whole thang 'cause my dude and them pulled up They talkin' about a nigga like a hurricane forecast Boy kinda ignorant but he could move the coke fast To hell with the talkin' nigga, we could go do it The package right here nigga, let's roll through it I'm down South bred, that's what my mamma and my daddy say Acts like New York and smoke cush the Cali way Gutter, I hustled the corner, cuts and alleyways Word mean nothin' to me, I'm goin' that-a-way I got a dynasty and I ain't throwin' that away I've been investin' my rhyme up on my strategy And I don't feel that it's time to put the strap away It's either that or just I'm full of that Alizee [Chorus] We rock like that 'cause we rock like that These U.T.P. niggaz we rock like that We rock like that 'cause we rock like that These Magnolia niggaz we rock like that You can get it quick to your head, homeboy I don't think you wanna fuck with me You can get it quick to your head, lil' mama I don't think you wanna fuck with me [Juvenile] I don't cut no corners to jip for no figures I ain't kissin' no ass to live with no nigga I don't need this rap shit, bitch I'm in these streets When Cash Money didn't pay me, I still got sleep Get capped, you're on the phone, tell her I need the teeth To set the nigga up to get his Jesus piece She used to run it with Nate Dean, now she's a beast Got her daughter sellin' pussy for a G at least I move a lil' work, ain't nothin' to brag on Somethin' to keep me nice and my homie to tag on 24 inch shoes on the rag on I got shit poppin' in my hood and I'm that strong Fiends keep smokin', please don't quit You want another hit? - fiend on this But watch it, the gun is under the shirt now Me lead love and me will keep sendin' the work down [Chorus] We rock like that 'cause we rock like that These U.T.P. niggaz we rock like that We rock like that 'cause we rock like that These Magnolia niggaz we rock like that You can get it quick to your head, homeboy I don't think you wanna fuck with me You can get it quick to your head, lil' mama I don't think you wanna fuck with me [Bun B] Keep it trill, keep it gangsta, pimpin' keep it 100 Before a nigga be done got killed and I'm the one who done it I'm in H-Town baby, the home of the hoe sale Where niggaz don't just give you a brick They give you the whole deal Drug deals goin' down at ten dollar motels Keep it on the down-low 'cause somebody might go tell Like it, get you what you need, just have yo' mail And send your people 'round here so I can get some more sale Know that I got more yayo that most niggaz goin' I'm gettin' it from the same niggaz bringin' all the 'dro in I'm 'bout to get it dropped off, I'ma let you know when ("Shit, I'm tryin' to spend like fifty wit ya, dogg) Shit, fo' sho' then Bring your money with you, counted and wrapped up And move like you 'sposed to be movin' because we strapped up Don't get yourself clapped up for no reason Cause we won't hesitate when it come down to the squeezin' [Chorus] We rock like that 'cause we rock like that These 3rd Coast niggaz we rock like that Cause we rock like that 'cause we rock like that These Rap-A-Lot niggaz we rock like that You can get it quick to your head, homeboy I don't think you wanna fuck with me You can get it quick to your head, lil' mama I don't think you wanna fuck with me |
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| 14. |
| 3:53 |
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(feat. Skip)
[Intro: Juvenile + Skip] You can find me in the parking lot By the car lot-where we spark a lot Up in the hallway it be dark a lot We don't talk to cops cause we all be hot Homey you need to get you somethin new (why not) Shit I'm ridin somethin green, somethin blue (why not) They gon' respect it when a gangsta come through (why not) They doin numbers, we'll do somethin too (why not) [Juvenile] Is you doin ya dirt, they really know ya bout ya work if they scopin ya turf you goin out there head first do you know the rules when you got beef with a fool can you stick and move and do you sleep with the tool you in the camp you bout to make you an examp so when they see the stamp they gon'respect it like a champ you light in the ass but kind of heavy with the cash be rollin the grass you still totin the solider rag you been out there on the grind spendin most of ya time in a section full of nobody's so you gotta shine will you bust a head, know how to do it-how to play it bet a hundred in the field and parlay can you flip a Z, go back and get a Quater ki when you rid of that call Rico up and order three put ya people in it cause that's the way you gotta see it if you wanna be respected as the G'est [Chorus: Juvenile + Skip] Homey you need to get you somethin new (why not) Shit I'm ridin somethin green, somethin blue (why not) They gon' respect it when a gangsta come through (why not) They doin numbers, we'll do somethin too (why not) You can find me in the parking lot By the car lot-where we spark a lot Up in the hallway it be dark a lot We don't talk to cops cause we all be hot [Juvenile] You like states with pretty hoes in ya face you hate checks, you just come home on a case can you make a name-will you be patient in the game can you state ya claim, and reputation stay the same will you hold it down when ya lil'homies ain't around will you hold ya ground like you the only one in town is you feelin this, you listen to it when you creep you real in the streets all in the hood with the heat you ain't tryna joke gotta be real for ya folks is ya people broke they aggrivate you on the porch do you sell weed and you don't never make a profit do you blow big until it hurt you in ya pocket you just scared to lose cause you a winner all the time you gotta lot to prove lil'sinner on the grind put ya people in it cause that's the way you gotta see it if you wanna be respected as the G'est [Chorus] [Juvenile] Do you G's up when it's a dime in ya grill do you freeze up when it's that time for a kill if they pop at you is you gon'pop back at 'em you gon'stay away from niggaz if they rattin wanna ride swoll pull up on 24 flats can you get a hoe without you throwin her a stack is you callin shots can you stay away from the cops you know how to stop you be inside when it's hot you from the East, you from the West, you from the South you from the North, or the Midwest what you about can you twist a gar without you fuckin up the road did you get a car just to be stuntin for the hoes you been out here and it's ya time for a lick do you know this year as you aknowledgin the shit put ya people in it cause that's the way you gotta see it if you wanna be respected as the G'est [Chorus] |
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| 15. |
| 3:42 |
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[Mannie Fresh]
Gentlemen and ladies, it's your boy, the dude Freaky-fre, fre, fre-eh-Fresh We gon' bring it to you somethin like this [Chorus One: Juvenile] Woof, I'm a animal, yes I am a animal I'm a animal, yes I am a animal I'm a animal, yes I am a animal I'm a animal, yes I am a animal [Juvenile] How you just gon' back me up and I'm 2 dollars from bein rich You oughta be grateful a nigga like me even see you BITCH I was thinkin about rockin Arribas, but the gators look nice Nigga was talkin about they was comin out like players tonight They won't let me in with my pistol I'm okay with the knife-a Anything I can get my hands on when the fight starts Could get one of these hoes that's gotta stand, by the right bar Get the wife and she could {?} {?} light stars She ain't stupid, she recognize who it is Enjoy the lyrics on the records, play the songs for the kids For instance, I can come through bouncin in this bitch like what And she's figured this shit, she ready to give that life up Wonderin how do it feel to be with G's like us Be in a better situation than that all night bus You're wild hoe be fuckin up my G's You better get back, I spent six and a quarter for these, ya hear me? [Chorus] [Chorus Two: Juvenile] Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it [Juvenile] I see you watchin how the boy comes to Grover And you wanna overthrown him, knock him off his throne Your potnahs rockin with you 'til they find out who it is Then they gon' try to convince y'all to leave it alone I'm here to sabotage what enemies accomplish They're not about the camouflage, the homies that I ride with I keeps it ghetto for my street people and convicts I don't vouch for nobody, I just make sure I pay homage Hey shorty, this nigga here's a vet like Shaq I don't have to control the ball but I control that rap If I smack you on your ass you gonna throw that back They like it when a gangster take control like that She feels protected when she in that Lexus Givin me head, got me takin all wrong exits I'm not the people you should be upset with I don't mean no harm baby and I'm not sexist [Chorus One + Chorus Two] [Juvenile] A gangsta still fightin charges but he totes that glock Like a junkie with a pipe up in the smoke crack spot I be in every hood, see I knows the block From Watts to one-fo'-fifth by the clothing shops Nope, I ain't rockin with them boys I was with But I'm still blingin and showin off my toys in this bitch When a real nigga show up hoes switch up they games Tell us who they really is and give y'all different names Claimin, she ain't nuttin like them boys be sayin Shit I'm only tryin to knock the pussy outta the frame Look here, I tried to chill but they gave me some mills Me and Mannie back at it, 'bout to get another deal I got my hand wrapped around the steerin wheel Hoes like EWWW they can't understand the grill Skip called me up he got them all on chill Well let's go and get us some hoes so we can do this heah, y'know [Chorus One + Chorus Two] |
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| 16. |
| 3:45 |
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(feat. Brian McKnight)
[Juvenile] This is brought to you courtesy of Brian McKnight [Brian McKnight] This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive Yes you are, baby I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart Well well well This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive Mmm mmm mmmm I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart Go on and tell 'em about it J, tell 'em about it J [Juvenile] Now when we first met I told you, it was a you thang, and it's a me thang Whatever's goin on in your life I don't have nuttin to do with that You go ahead on and do what you do, y'knahmsayin? And whatever's goin on in my life I'ma let that happen the way it's been happenin Don't change what's goin on, y'knahmsayin? And when we fuck, that ain't got nuttin to do with the rest of the world You don't call me, I ain't gon' call you When we hook up, we just hook up, but OH NO You wan' take it all out of context, and you know what this really is You know what the situation is, why you doin that? [Chorus: Brian McKnight w/ ad libs] This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart [Juvenile] Now here we go again You're scratchin up my car, you're bustin up all my windows You're callin my house, callin my cell phone I shouldn'ta never gave you my number anyway But I thought you was my friend! I thought me and you was bigger than that, y'knahmsayin? But you done lost all that You might as well just lose my number and lose conversation from me, y'knahmsayin? When you see me in public, don't say nuttin to me no mo' Cause you tryin to wreck my life And you know I got a lot goin on in my life right now I got responsibilities, you understand? [Chorus] [Juvenile] So what you got my name tattooed on yo' body? I ain't tell you to go do that! You watchin MTV and BET, that's what you want You got a lil' piece of that and you don't know how to act You goin crazy! You better get your mind together because you know what this is [Chorus - repeat to fade] |
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| 18. |
| 4:25 |
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(feat. Fat Joe, Ludacris)
[Click Clack] Alright [Sampled from "What's Up" by Juvenile & the UTP Playaz played throughout song] [Chorus] You gon' make me clock you I'ma have to pop you You gon' make me pop you I'ma have to pop you You gon' make me pop you I'ma have to pop you You gon' make me pop you I'ma have to pop you [Juvenile] Who that nigga is What that nigga claim Juve wild magnolia Its an uptown thing Soulja watchin' over me So I'ma let it rain Just give me the weed, the mic And I'ma let it off the chain Y'all actin' like, that nigga lost it I ain't have no money now I'm back, what the cost is (?) on my wrist lookin' gooey These ain't Birdman's These is real Gucci's Turn around the corner Motherfucker tryin' to sue me Talkin' shit to me so I can hit him with a two-piece Where he rock, where he roll where he got control Me and my mans and them get the brains out these hoes If she can dance, then she can romance nice and slow Be in a trance like it was your man's pipe in the hole I've been sippin' a little somethin' Just stop servin' the game It feel good to be an OG I'm deservin' it mayne [Hook] I'm the nigga, nigga The nigga, nigga the nigga The nigga, nigga Ju-a-vey I'm the nigga, nigga The nigga the nigga, nigga The nigga, nigga, nigga Ju-a-vey [Chorus] [Ludacris] Now ain't no tellin' where I might be (Nope!) Cause there's a million other creeps Prancin' around these streets lookin' like me Call them my stunt doubles So if you think you hit Luda' with the rueger I'm up in Cuba blowin' blunt bubbles On the double, lookin' for trouble we staarted The eye on my gat is cocked its retaarted I'm sippin' lean, smokin' green, and I'm so hot I told machine's people call me +I Robot+ Bang to the boogey boogey bang bang Let my little partner borrow my necklace And hit bitches with the same chain Its not computer love (Nope!) I'm gettin' great brain Got a hard drive But they blow me out my mainframe Now how you like that? I got your momma pitchin' quarters On the corner gettin' cornered And come right back I'm makin' tight stacks (Yeah!) So if it ain't Juve or Luda Then can it nigga, we don't even like rap! [Hook] [Chorus] [Fat Joe] Got the Mack in the grass And the nine in the dumpster Duck when they pass One time wanna dump ya' Hunger What I got in my veins Take shots from the Henny Just to straighten my aim Now, I raise my middle finger (Fuck the World!) And them donuts in that car better make ya' hurl Yea, I'm bout my paper mayne I'm fully loaded like them niggaz in Jamaica mayne I know you know This is Crack And he's back And you mad Cause we diiid And they Yack-ity Yak In the sack when we slid in (Yeah!) Mommy shakin' they ass She want some big bills Tip drill, she wants a tip drill (That's it!) Its ya' nigga crack Live with some fresh cut Side of the highway Ridin' that's the best fuck And you can keep them hotel keys Cause we gon' fuck these bitches Wherever we please [Hook] [Chorus] |
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| 19. |
| 4:43 |
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[Chorus] - 2X
Heard what you said about me Say it to me now Heard what you said about me Say it to me now [Juvenile] It's someone in particular got you sayin' what you sayin' Usin' my name in vain, hard for you to stay in your lane That nigga fought for you then manipulated your mind And kept you out of the way so you would stay in the blind But then you woke up, and realized he was takin' your shine And you're mad at the whole world and they don't owe you a dime Some of these niggaz don't be gangstas when they 'sposed to be gangstas You know he owe you money and you're scared of him, ain't ya? You can never point the finger at me, playa you stayed when I left I couldn't call you when my bills wasn't paid Wasn't dependin' on nigga to send me shit my way Wasn't really concerned about what a bitch might say You coulda came and testified for my trial But you had more love for Slim and Baby than you had for 'Nile I didn't hate, I just moved on Now that I'm doin' good I'm hearin' me on your new song and Juve wrong? [Chorus] - 2X Heard what you said about me Say it to me now Heard what you said about me Say it to me now [Juvenile] He ain't rappin', he ain't smart, he ain't gon' never be rich He gon' be just like (?), he ain't accountin' for shit Ridin' around in the six, mamma still live in the bricks Across the hall from where somebody's always cookin' a fix Where you in trouble if the police ever knock on your door We from the ghetto so they find choppers and glocks on the floor I done had all type of shit thrown at me, learned from this and that G After all that I done been through, why is this bitch so happy? I'm alive and well, a true talent indeed I'm God's gift to the earth, would be a shame if I leave And I seriously don't be fuckin' with niggaz with greed And that goes for all you outsiders and family trees I can see the specks runnin' they necks, he ain't all that I don't even hear him to record that, I'm doin' me We independent, ain't no middle man Either get the business right or get the business in your brain Play your hand [Chorus] - 2X Heard what you said about me Say it to me now Heard what you said about me Say it to me now Haters steady hear your name, runnin' they mouth But really don't know a damn thing 'bout the game And I'ma only tell you one time, I'm a millionaire So that shit you niggaz talkin', I ain't gon' entertain "Forgive us our trespasses As we forgive those who trespass against us Lead us not into temptation But deliver us from evil..." [Juvenile] Father, I ain't gon' let 'em get to me, they know my history (It really ain't you they hatin', 'cause of they miseries Fulfill your purpose, you was put here for a reason Cherish your life for every moment you breathin') But they sayin' that I betrayed 'em (No man can judge you) But they askin' if I could save 'em (You must first save yourself) I'm the subject of conversation (Worry about no one) I'm knowin' that I could take 'em (Have faith in me) [Chorus] - 2X Heard what you said about me Say it to me now Heard what you said about me Say it to me now Haters can't stand to hear your name, runnin' they mouth But don't know a damn thing 'bout the game And I'ma only tell you one time, I'm a millionaire So that shit you niggaz talkin', I ain't gon' entertain |
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| 3:36 |
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