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from Juvenile - Cocky & Confident (2009)
(Chorus)- I came from the streets homeboy, I get mine and I gon let you stop my grind. There ain't no way, no way. Imma let a motherfucker come stop me. To getting this cheese to getting this dough. Ain't no way no way imma let a motherfucker come stop me.
Juvenile You can't stop the train little nigga, im a chew chew. Probably ain't feelin like me cos you ain't used too. Living like this cos little wawday you broke. Searchin for a hustle every where dat you go. Lookin like a snail cos you moving too slow, Trying hard as hell, but you need to do more. But that's on you boy, cos imma do juvie. Watch that wawdy you stepped on my guccis. Money don't make me money don't move matta fact money ain't shit to me truely. Haters know I got it, and they say they gonna abuse me bitch. I don't know who the fuck they confuse me wit. Ain't stoppin me from gettin what I usually get. ????????. I don't care how many goons you wit you can mess around and catch a zulu fit. (Chorus) Youngin Ugh 18 young and gettin big money, haha and nigga ain't shit funny. I get money strapped with a ??. It might be under my arm like right guard. I say im in a swamp with white hard. And in that water like a life guard. I'm from the Big Easy ohh But life hard. So when I spit niggas get like lard. I did it like OJ, Made em all stop like a 4-way. No way imma let a motherfucker come stop me. I got Me as sure as I got chu, Im a street fighter like Ryu. Kin and em, left and right im sending them. Splittin with ease, gettin cheese. (Chorus) Kango Slim I said everytime, this gon be my last time. This my last goal this gon be my last grind. Addicted to the shine, streets got me caught up. Hustlin gettin mine that's how I was brought up. Mama always say I shouldn't do the things I do. But mickey d's cant buy me no gucci shoes. Or them louie loafers, or a maybach. I love weed mama 800 for the sack. Im up early I didn't go to sleep last night. Im on the junkie flight tryin to get my fetti right. Im tryin to serve dem hard and your boy too. Those my customers you know who they belong too. Jealous nigga hatin on a niggas pocket. I got product guranteed to make a nigga profit. |
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from Dj Envy - The Desert Storm Mixtape Dj Envy Blok Party Vol.1 (2003)
[Juvenile] From N.Y. to the motherfuckin N.O. {Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?} What's up Envy nigga? Hey, hey, nigga what's up? His body get bucked so put some Hennessy in a cup I'ma snatch me a hoe before I leave this bitch Tell the DJ he better play my shit That shit right there, is platinum off the top You already know my reputation, I will fuck with the cops Whatever I'm at, guns and drugs involved That gangsta shit bouncin from wall to wall Women got in free and it's six to one I'm fuckin some before it's done If I don't know shit I know how to get that green Like gettin them for 20, sellin them for 15 I got six hoes, that love me right They'll love you too, if you're payin me right I'm not that kind of cat that'll write books but I could paint a picture in the ghetto on a lightpost {Desert, Storm} [Chorus 2X: Petey Pablo] Come if you wanna come! (Yes sir!) Jump if you wanna jump! (Yes sir!) Bring it if you wanna bring it! (Yes sir!) C'mon nigga, c'mon! (Yes sir!) Come if you wanna come! (Yes sir!) Jump if you wanna jump! (Yes sir!) Bring it if you wanna bring it! (Yes sir!) C'mon nigga, C'MON! (Yes sir!) [Petey Pablo] HEYYYY baby, you seen who's that came in the do'? Ain't that that Carolina nigga they say that's outta control? I'm off the rocker nothin can stop me, I'm HOTTER THAN HOT Then got the Juvenile sweat the whole game around, YOU BETTER WATCH HIM 'Fore I fuck around and come to your house Park in your momma flowers and cuss the BIRD NIGGA TO COME OUT I'm crazy baby, I'm wild I don't know if you heard about it but baby I been this way for a while I got some NEW SCHOOL The cables that supposed to be ATTACHED TO THE SCREWS That done come loose and I don't know what to hook 'em to Juve', Juve' - you better tell 'em what this thang'll do SOUTHSIDE, RIDE OR DIE, fool who you talkin to? (YOU!) I got enough to go 'round, my shit'll hit you from Uptown And you know I'm from North Carolina! Lay 'em down for real - a done deal, done deal Pigeon-toed, long nose, bald headed NIGGA! [Chorus] [Envy - over Chorus] Yeah, fat shout, whole Down South, Midwest.. whaaaaaaaaaaaat? [Coke] I'm the newer headbussa, baller bitch, bread toucher Caddy white trucker, dropper, red gutter Shut down the summer and ranger's newcomer Ice blue and the rims look like cucumbers I'm a hustler I serve the fiends When it's ready I turn that light on like Krispy Kreme man Set up shop, O.T. in small farms Like I got that dope and her-on, ear from hair on Y'all don't really want no beef with I I'm at your crib ith the ratchet like Allen I. So you could jump if you want {FUCKA!} You get crunk if you want {SUCKA!} But I got asthma and I always keep the pump fucka {FUCKA!} Blow your brains on the dash like "Menace" To identify you they gon' have to call yo' dentist Coke keys, oasis where the heat be Holla at a playa in the street, when you need me [Chorus] |
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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
(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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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
(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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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
(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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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
[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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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
[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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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
[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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from Bun-B - Trill [Screwed & Chopped] (2005)
(Biatch - echo) 2X
(Biatch - broken faded echo) 4X (Constantly in the middle of the verse) Verse 1 : Bun B Say, I am all about this bread, all about this cheese Pimpin' be heldin up man, i breaks em off with the ease Fuck it, I am all about this paper all about this peston In case you can't recognise though, you fuckin' with a mack silly i am all about this chedder all about the dirt so dont be surprised if you see me straight gettin it off a ho Stupid, I am all about this duckers and all about this scrillin i got no reservation bout breakin bitches fo real get it cause bun b the bring the heat to the fire you think pimpin aint pimpin youz a motherfuckin liar Sorry, Messiah the strolling king of the corner just that i' ll be selling pot, since you was playing pot corner Lil i am on a mission for for seven figures to four Straight outta bitch mouth, pussy and her asshole believe me, as it was told to me thats how i am tellin it so if anybody buying pussy i'm selling it Who Need A Bitch! Chorus : Bun B If anybody need a bitch then i got one put her in the drop and you can let her ride shot gun she can suck your duck while you mash on the gas so you can take her to the crib and put some dick in her ass Who need a.. if anybody need a bitch just holla i got top notch pussy for your bottom white dolla' we poppin our collars and dustin these gators off not to mention we brushin these haters off Now tell me who need a.. Verse 2 : Juvenile Ooo, ma nigga like me i'll take it on Victona? and let you work your body Imma put out APBs for the rank freaks some bad bitches in here tonite we might need (Where ma Hoes?) is she really with hittin the tracks and we dont never have about problem with bringin it back Nope, she dont back talk me when we up in the Lac cause she know it aint nothin for me to give her a smack (Whatchu Need?) I need a bitch that can get up on a plane Put it up in the pussy and come back on a train (When did she trip out?) she dont want me to get after her mayne Callin when she get something cause she know i aint playin (Its Official!) Ima Pimp bitch you know where the gun be I'm ridin shot gun with Short dog and Bun B This game doing time but it be back They got pussy on the market, where the G's at? Chorus : Bun B If anybody need a bitch then i got one put her in the drop and you can let her ride shot gun she can suck your duck while you mash on the gas so you can take her to the crib and put some dick in her ass Who need a.. if anybody need a bitch just holla i got top notch pussy for your bottom white dolla' we poppin our collars and dustin these gators off not to mention we brushin these haters off Now tell me who need a.. Verse 3 : Too $hort Biatch! on your mind you cant hold back now's the time Jump in the car and go pick her up Take her somewhere so you can fuck if you wanted to you can knock her All you gotta do is take her shopping A lil extra cash for her pocket Next thing you know you'll be fucking...(Biatch Echo) I like to do the opposite i charge these hoes when they want some dick I spit the game and they dont complain Too $hort baby thats my name Real players need ladies to have some fun If i had seven and you had none I'd give you one, but you gots to pay Trick motherfucker whatchu say? You need a Biatch!! Chorus : Bun B If anybody need a bitch then i got one put her in the drop and you can let her ride shot gun she can suck your duck while you mash on the gas so you can take her to the crib and put some dick in her ass Who need a.. if anybody need a bitch just holla i got top notch pussy for your bottom white dolla' we poppin our collars and dustin these gators off not to mention we brushin these haters off Now tell me who need a.. Too $hort ( Talking) Yall niggas aint got no hoes whatchu know about that nigga Short dogg fuckin with ma boy Bun B ma old school pimpin playa partner Texas boys ride Biatch! Oh no, me i dont need no bitches i got too many hoes right now, im trying to get rid of some of these bitches mayne you need a bitch take this bitch right here... |
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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
[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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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
[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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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
[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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from Juvenile - Cocky & Confident (2009)
I Get Plenty Cheese
Plenty Plenty Cheese(x6) While You Niggas Steady Talking, We Be Getting Money. 24/7 On Our Grezzy thats how we hustle, ya. We Be Getting Money. We Be Getting Money. We Be Getting Money. Over Here We Getting Money.(x2) |
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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
(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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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
(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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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
(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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from Juvenile - Tha G-Code (2000)
CMR bitch. G -Code nigga, G-code nigga, G-code nigga
Juvenile: I ain't no pussy ass nigga (ya understand) I'm a REBEL but I'm still a gorilla (ya understand) I'll whip ya like the Thrilla Manilla (ya understand) You gon' make me have to kill me a nigga (ya understand) I'm a be here for a minute lil wodie (ya understand) Ain't bout to let nobody fuck over me (ya understand) I don't need ya playa hatin' on Juvey (ya understand) Don't be talkin' about what you gon' do with me (ya understand) I'll ride everyday of the week (ya understand) Ya get ya issue when ya playin' with me (ya understand) I'll crawl at the spot that ya sleep (ya understand) Get with my niggas from the block and we creep (ya understand) Load it up cock it back and get ready (ya understand) Make sure you be holdin' it steady (ya understand) We gon' go in there and blow the bitch up (ya understand) Soon as we get 'em we gon' all get the fuck (ya understand) Chorus: Juvenile (repeat 2X) Shhhh, be quiet Tonight is the night that we ride 30 camoflauge Hummers with niggaz inside with choppers, doin - surgery on bodies like they doctors Juvenile: I know when to get my ass outta Dodge (ya understand) Look them people ridin' I'm gonna hide (ya understand) I'm a wait until them bitches slow down (ya understand) Cuz I ain't tryin' to be jail bound (ya understand) It ain't over till the fat man fall (ya understand) I'm just waitin' on the right phone call (ya understand) You know them hoes gon' let me know where they at (ya understand) Nigga got me I'ma go get em back (ya understand) One by one they all gonna drop (ya understand) Right here is where the foolishness stop (ya understand) I'm tryin' to get the bullshit over (ya understand) Cuz I wanna go and chill in the 'Nolia (ya understand) We need to get some more ammunition (ya understand) Cuz somebody's bout to come up missin' (ya understand) Now everybody hop in the truck (ya understand) And when ya see one of them bitches ya bust (ya understand) Chorus Juvenile: Fuck jumpin' out I'm a slang me some iron(ya understand) When I catch them niggas all of 'em dyin' (ya understand) Nigga listen up to what we gon' do (ya understand) I'm about to give the game to you (ya understand) That's the reason why I came to you (ya understand) Cuz playin' ain't the thang to do (ya understand) It ain't that hard I did it before (ya understand) U just gon' make sure let nobody know (ya understand) I'll bet ya them boys wanna rep (ya understand) They tryin' to get the shit off they chest (ya understand) It ain't over lil daddy be cool (ya understand) Nigga tired of the nigga we through (ya understand) You know you better stay pretty cool (ya understand) We bout to go and punish this fool (ya understand) Hop out the car and let that iron ring ya understand) That's the end of this stupid ass thing (ya understand) Chorus 2X Shh be quiet Shh be quiet |
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from Juvenile - Tha G-Code (2000)
[Juvenile]
I'ma stay thuggin, how I came is how I leave When I say somethin, best believe that's how it be Motherfuckers, too - yeah I said it, nigga, I mean it Bitch was dressed in gangsta and switch, wodie, I seen it One of these Juvie-fuckin' hoes gon' get you caught up Me, I wear ReeBoks and Girbauds, and play it smarter If them boys in tha ben, they go bluckahda on tha block I'ma be gettin' somewhere, your ass gonna get shot You paid 1500... I paid 5999 Got diamonds and Rolexes that shine at tha same time I ain't scared... but I ain't dumb, and I ain't stupid I know how ta survive in tha project and how ta do shit If I hit a hustle I ain't tellin' tha biz 'Cause tha witness will tell them people who tha murderer is Your main man'll put four or five to your wig Take tha Coke can and throw you off the side of the bridge Gotta be able to think, gotta know when to move out Gotta read through the lines, gotta know what these hoes 'bout Gotta separate your business from your family and friends Gotta bust a nigga head if he plottin to do you in I done did dirt, so I know what's tha consequences Let my shit burst, tryin' ta knock out a nigga denchures Always keep cool to see through these fools Cause we do the shit that people see on the news So, follow me now into a world of stress Where wodie tryin' ta get it all 'cause he don't settle for less Ain't satisfied 'til all of his beef is put to rest Slangin' that iron... with a soldier rag on his neck And credit for they people in case they wanna connect He ain't hidin'.. he still ridin'.. in the 'jects He gotta be willin' to play tha game 'til his death Nigga bangin'.. hit you in your brain, now who next I be cool at all times and acknowledge.. when I'm wrong Shit I went through when tha Feds got my game real small I'm not tha smartest motherfucker walkin But I can tell a fake motherfucker when he talkin My daddy always told me, "Boy, don't be a follower You got a lot of pride, but some you need to swallow up You keep that attitude, you won't see tomorrow, bruh" I soak it up, and got better as a hustler [Lil' Turk] I'm a head buster, I'll Strait Up blow u nigga Young thugger Fuck up, I show ya, nigga, that I don't play Keep a K for protection With fifty... never run without my weapon I stand out here, tie ducked with bandanas I show no fear, what'chu 'bout we can handle I'm real as they came, a untamed guerrilla 'Bout bustin' your brains, whoever be wit'cha I have no pics, I split your shit Whoever you with, I'ma split they shit Ya steal or get stole, wet or get wet Bust or get bust on, move a chest or lose a chest Try not to miss when you cock back and shoot You shoot and miss, then it's all on you Ain't no game, it's real dog, live or ya die Real in tha field, dog, ya live or ya die Even though I'm a lil' bitty nigga Look, I got big nuts and they hang low, nigga I ain't scared ta bust Want beef, let me know.. and look, we can tear this bitch up You or me.. me or you.. gon' bite tha dust Wuz up, nigga Wuz up, nigga You afraid, go ta church, I ain't scared at all Lose your head, fuck with Turk, 'cause I'm knockin' it off I'ma keep my hands clean, ride for some change Niggas gon' ride for me, niggas that's untamed Niggas who bang that heroin, or snort that cocaine Niggas out that project don't mind sprayin' thangs Fools who that slang that iron for me (When tha beef start) When tha beef start, ride for me You ready to ride for me |
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from Juvenile - Project English (2001)
JUVENILE:
Whoa-ohh-oh-ohh.. Come down ah real b-w-oy.. Little Weezy Wee.. Try and take over all real bwoy now.. JUVENILE: I got a gold 2000 Jag, a customized Cadillac... MANNIE: I got some shit with 17's on the front, and 20's on the back... J: My mom in a mansion, and my dad in a truck, playa... M: My sister had a 2001 tinted and rimmed up... J: I take care of my baby mama's like we still together... M: When my brother get out of jail, man, I'ma buy him whatever... J: Traded in my yellow gold in exchange for white... M: Y'all saw me at the Source Awards, wasn't that shit like tight? J: Cartier frames with wood grain on the ear... M: V.S.O.P. Hennessy, so save y'all fuckin' beers.. J: A die-hard nigga, a 3rd Ward nigga... M: 7th Ward hardhead, ready for war, nigga... J: A Cash Money clown, tattooed and scarred nigga... M: I ain't bitchin up for nar' one of y'all funky ass niggas.. J: Princess cuts, baguettes and marquises.. What that say? M: "Bad Motherfucka" in baguettes in Chinese. CHORUS (2x) MANNIE: Sunshineeeee.... BABY: In the middle of the night! MANNIE: Sunshineeeee.... JUVENILE: Baguettes so bright! MANNIE: Sunshineeeee.... BABY: Every place that I be! MANNIE: Sunshineeeee.... JUVENILE: All of you boys know-a me! BG: Holdin' up the Cristal high so you can see, The princess-cutted Presidential Roley.. B: Fa sho, Lil' One, Stretch the Rover, with the block TV, (You lyin) Six in the headrest, all got new TV's.. BG: Well look, the other hand, holdin' a blunt real high, So you can see the Wonder Woman bracelet sunshine.. B: 2000, Navigation on 19 inches, My mamma deceased, I ain't out chea penny pinchin... BG: When I set foot on the scene, I make you take a triple take, at the bling, the bling bling.. (Wha?) B: Iced out, sparklin' millionaire on the flo' Hittin these ho's with shit they never seen befo' BG: Now when you see my neck, you could just say "Oooh! That Hot Boy from Cash Money's a fool!" B: Platinum Benz's with the cat eyes.. (Eyes).. Flat screens in my crib, with the flat I's.. (I's).. CHORUS (2x) LIL' WAYNE: Hold up - there go Wayne, everybody be quiet, Oh my God! He's drivin from the passenger's side. Million dollar conversation when I talk I'm shinin. Nigga, I.. puh, puh - spit out diamonds. I change the grill on my truck so I don't blend with niggas. A young cat like me with Bill Clinton figures.. I'ma expensive nigga, drive Bentleys nigga.. Me and Jank got a drop on twenty inches nigga.. That's tight, got navigation system nigga.. VCR, PlayStation, televisions nigga.. You know stuntin' is a habit, chrome on a Navi, TV's in every headrest to entertain the traffic.. They call me the hot man, got the block on lock man, All my cars chop man, all my trucks drop man, Trunk full of knock man, wrist full of rocks man, Pants full of glocks man, sunshine spot man... CHORUS (2x) BABY: Now you can catch me sunshinin' on the lake on Sunday, What's happenin' Fresh? MANNIE: Don't fight, Sunny Delight - it's beautiful.. BABY: Where, nigga, where you, where you be sunshinin at? JUVENILE: Yeah, I be sunshin' up in my, new Cadillac truck.. Or my new 2000 Jaguar, you know-a me.. BABY: My lil' nigga Weezy went and got Baby on his right arm, and Suga Slim on his left arm, whatchu think about that G'ezy? MANNIE: That's wonderful... That's lovely... Truely lovely... Wonderful and.... L-Ah-ooovellly! BABY: What, we gon' let, lovely take it out with his R&B album bout to come out, he don't give a fuck about a bitch.. MANNIE: Yeaah! Sunshine is a sport man.. BABY: Lil Turk sittin there spook as a muthafucka... Hahaha.. ***LAUGHING TILL FADE*** |
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from Juvenile - Tha G-Code (2000)
Juvenile:
I put my trust in myself and my 9 first Y'all niggaz second, third, and fourth because I'm first Can't you tell I never had nothin' Down to my last 5 dollars, ready to snatch somethin' If them people catch me I'm goin' to jail fo' sho' My old lady ain't gon' be sendin' me no mail no mo' While I be askin' my lawyers, "When they gon' let me go?" He be tellin' me, "Just be cool until you go to court" Get out, back to the bricks, it's the same old shit Niggaz got 2.50 a piece goin' half on a nick Back and forth to keys, but the Lil Weezy handle purchase Popeye's for the ballers, the ghetto eatin' Church's Shop always open 'cause nobody never closes Some of 'em like that needle, some play with they noses I ain't nothin' like a candle light dinner, wine and roses Niggaz tryin' to run throught they packets to get some mo' shit Chorus: Manny Fresh (4x) Somethin' gotta shke nigga I'ma bake a cake nigga Run with all the reall niggaz Jack all of the fake niggaz Juvenile: My hallways full of piss Nigga say he gon' break me off, he full of shit That's why I got that chopper in the back full of clips About to go and hit a whole stash full of bricks All my niggaz gone, I'm the last in the click I gotta get my hands on some cash and a whip I gotta do somethin', look Cause this ain't gonna last long, gotta get my cash on Come upon a superfire lick and get my ass home Ain't thinkin' about jumpin' out Lex's and Benzes With the TV's, and the CD's, and 20 inch 'renzes Look here, my situation ain't the best in the world I'm a snake like the rest of you niggaz, full of that Guerl Wodie, c'mon and get your skull cracked, tryin' to erase me I got iron ready to warbat, and it's all for safety Muthafucka might come, but he better come correct Cause I ain't aimin' at nothin' else but you' head and yo' chest Chorus: (4x) Baby: Put a hit on a bitch, ain't got no time for no bullshit Nigga outta line, we kill'd the bitch Now, in my city, they burn, baby burn 4 found dead, and they burn, baby burn I don't have no question, we all must learn To tote a .45, keep your eyes on the churn I got that work nigga, all y'all know the rules I don't play, I'm a mastermind, it's a Big Tymer, fool Pay up when you been fronted work, that's the rule Rolls parked, I play this game with no law Red Beam, hot ones pointed straight to your jaw A nigga must pay, I'm tryin' to see a better day Went to Miami bought that Azora anyway Three time loser totin' tools, nigga that's the rules Just the chance I gotta take on these streets fool Flippin' chickens, corner spitin', hardtimes a fool Chorus: (6x) Manny Fresh: Somethin' gotta shake nigga I'ma bake a cake nigga Run with all the real niggaz Click-Clack all of the fake niggaz Lay it down 2G You know me |
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from Juvenile - Juve The Great (2003)
[Chorus: Soulja Slim]
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move it slow motion for me Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move it slow motion for me Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me Move it slow motion for me Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me Move it slow motion for me [Verse 1: Soulja Slim] I'm a dick thrower Her neck and her back hurting Cut throat I'll have you like a brand new version I'ts like when she get used to it then you start serving Hop up on top and start jicky-jicky-jicky jerking Slow down for me you moving to fast My fingers keep slipping I'm trying to grip that ass Keep being hard headed and Ima make you get off me Got human up the skys but my face is a doggy If you loving my bark let me bury my bone I got 4 or 5 bad married bitches at home One of my bitches fell in love with that outside dick that outside dick keep them hoes sick [Chorus] [Verse 2: Juvenile] I'ts like I got the world in my palms Your girl up under my arms She fucked up from the charm She love the way the dick stay hard from 12 till early in the morn Fine bitches if you listening you heard me I'm strong If you going through your cycle I ain't with It I'm gone You must have heard about them hoes that I beat up in my home They wasn't telling the truth baby you know they was wrong Na make it official wheres some of that dom I don't mind buying to, your riding to Don't be asking nigga questions about where I'm driving you Lil mama my shit together I ain't jiving you I don't think that nigga could do you better then I could do ya know And juvenile from courtless street by derby Same nigga that used to be running with rusty and kirby Can a playa from the n.o.ya get a chance with it But I can't bounce with you without using my hands with it [Chorus: Soulja Slim] Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me move it slow motion for me Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me move it slow motion for me [Verse 3: Soulja Slim] Slow motion, she open, I'm hoping that she don't leave my dick broken With brush, burns and swollen I'm toting she wanted me to make a outer believer I gurantee ya ima see ya when I see ya And just don't holla out my name like we was all that Your pussy throw back and you know that So stop stunting slow motion for a real nigga I'm going off that incredible potion and imma deal with ya [Juvenile] I like how that victoria secret sit in that ass Let me pour some more hip and hennsey in your glass Would I be violating if I grab me a handfull Im knowing what's happening all I want is a sample Who you wit I'm in the rental today It's going down and happening and I remember the way Less money we spend on bullshit the more for the weed What's it gonna take for you to come slow motion with me [Chorus 3X: Soulja Slim] Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me move it slow motion for me Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me move it slow motion for me |
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from Juvenile - Juve The Great [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
[Chorus: Soulja Slim]
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move it slow motion for me Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move it slow motion for me Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me Move it slow motion for me Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me Move it slow motion for me [Verse 1: Soulja Slim] I'm a dick thrower Her neck and her back hurting Cut throat I'll have you like a brand new version I'ts like when she get used to it then you start serving Hop up on top and start jicky-jicky-jicky jerking Slow down for me you moving to fast My fingers keep slipping I'm trying to grip that ass Keep being hard headed and Ima make you get off me Got human up the skys but my face is a doggy If you loving my bark let me bury my bone I got 4 or 5 bad married bitches at home One of my bitches fell in love with that outside dick that outside dick keep them hoes sick [Chorus] [Verse 2: Juvenile] I'ts like I got the world in my palms Your girl up under my arms She fucked up from the charm She love the way the dick stay hard from 12 till early in the morn Fine bitches if you listening you heard me I'm strong If you going through your cycle I ain't with It I'm gone You must have heard about them hoes that I beat up in my home They wasn't telling the truth baby you know they was wrong Na make it official wheres some of that dom I don't mind buying to, your riding to Don't be asking nigga questions about where I'm driving you Lil mama my shit together I ain't jiving you I don't think that nigga could do you better then I could do ya know And juvenile from courtless street by derby Same nigga that used to be running with rusty and kirby Can a playa from the n.o.ya get a chance with it But I can't bounce with you without using my hands with it [Chorus: Soulja Slim] Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me move it slow motion for me Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me move it slow motion for me [Verse 3: Soulja Slim] Slow motion, she open, I'm hoping that she don't leave my dick broken With brush, burns and swollen I'm toting she wanted me to make a outer believer I gurantee ya ima see ya when I see ya And just don't holla out my name like we was all that Your pussy throw back and you know that So stop stunting slow motion for a real nigga I'm going off that incredible potion and imma deal with ya [Juvenile] I like how that victoria secret sit in that ass Let me pour some more hip and hennsey in your glass Would I be violating if I grab me a handfull Im knowing what's happening all I want is a sample Who you wit I'm in the rental today It's going down and happening and I remember the way Less money we spend on bullshit the more for the weed What's it gonna take for you to come slow motion with me [Chorus 3X: Soulja Slim] Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me move it slow motion for me Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me move it slow motion for me |
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from Mystikal - Tarantula (2003)
(Intro) because this the first time you ever heard some shit like this nigga What you about to hear gone F**K you up I'm tellin you this shit so off the f**king hook bro Ya'll man look check this shit out ({Humming in Background} + {"Waaaaaa" in Background}) (Mystikal:) Mystikal and Juvenile Nigga Say Juvey they don't believe you did the beat bro (Mystikal:) I tried to tell them niggaz bro (Juvenile:) What you mean nigga, f**kin right I did this beat (Mystikal) I come with my own look, my own sound, my own style Who the f**k you think drawed this crowd It's the ripper, the clean up hitter You bitter intimidating young long dick nigga Now suck it, now suck it, while you around here playa hating Your woman around here screaming F**k Me, F**k Me Tell me something, don't I put down on my albums Motherf**ka nobody ever told you I was hard as a NFL Helmet I write 'em, land 'em, plant 'em BAM Nigga can't stand 'em On top, on sight, heads up, bust 'em at random (What You Did?) I got the vest out, put the braids back, put on the bandana (What Else You Did?) Signed a brand new contract, shot the video in Atlanta Don't pull me, can't hold me the beat don't move me You know smokin, drinkin whenever I kick it with Juvey Back on my own, back on my zone Feelin better, lookin better Bout to go get it and bring it back home (Chorus 2X: Juvenile) A nigga got, got but I won't no more Cause this time round I come to settle the score Greedy niggas eat good, but not that long They wind up with a stomach ache balled up in they home (Juvenile) You better cancel that shit, about you run this here I ain't seen you on the charts what you done this year Y'all thought "Project English" was the last of this shit When I was really only given y'all half of this shit F**kin right I made the beat, and I wrote this rap But a Niggaz In the ghetto want to post the crack Got two Niggaz posted watching a bus with macks Just waiting on the police and Niggaz to jack To people across the nation, thanks for being patient Ya'll been itching for some G-Shit Huh, I know you waiting When you cop the cd, get some Herb and Ride Turn the bitch up real loud so you can feel my Vibe I got a long way to go, I'm just gettin started I'm 26 years old and I'm still retarded I'm talking about the way I talk and Express my rap I ain't talking about handicapped You Feelin that (Chorus) (Juvenile) Anytime you say my name make sure it's some good shit Am I hatin on Cash Money, Now Stop Playin Look I'm not your eldest rapper, I stay on some hood shit I'm all about U.T.P. Family and Kids I respect it How it came, Now I got Game (Bling) And Takin Care of business it the way that we live I don't need a record deal just give me my props How many muthaf**kas you know keepin it hot (Mystikal) I got more season than the seafood out the gumbo pot Believe it or not, keepin my spot locked Now run your mouth and lose your slot (I'm Lowdown) I make em feed for me like junk is fever one more rock(Tease Me) I got bitches I ain't even F**ked claiming my dick Ain't this some shit I'm famous and rich (Huh Bro) Is this all about that big truck and U.T.P If thats how it is, I guess we gone see (Chorus and Ad Libs to fade)
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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
(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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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
(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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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
(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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from Juvenile - Project English (2001)
Mannie Fresh: Era-era.. (scratching)
Juvenile: Kick ass! MF: Mmm-hmm J: C'mon! MF: Uhh-hunh, Mmm-hmm... J: Ya'll boys don't know nothin' bout me! MF: Mmm-hmm, Uhh-hunh... J: Whodi! MF: Ladies and Gentlemen!! I'm a TC soldier, New Orleans stunna. If a bitch leave me, I'ma take everythang from her. The fya (???) cane, told ya mama (???) clean ya room up. I'ma find me some new pussy, and buy a 4-runna! I walk with a limp cause my nuts heavy. And I like it from the back so hold ya butt steady. I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin. Lil' mama, I love pussy, but I ain't lickin. Now, prepare yo'self for a smooth dickin. You don't want it? Girl you don't know what you missin. I'm the baddest boss nigga walkin. You ain't heard? I got a team of headbusta's, waitin' to give em the word. I got a few in the east coast, a few in the west. Down south give me a "W", what up to the rest! Can't forget about the ghetto where they strugglin to death. No matter what I do, dog. I love my set! MF: Ladies and Gentlemen!!! (Chorus 2x) J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup? J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup? MF: Uh-hunh... J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup? MF: Mm-Hmmm... J: Set it off in this muthafucka! J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup? MF: Mm-Hmmm... J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup? MF: Uh-hunh... J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup? MF: Mm-Hmmm... J: Set it off in this muthafucka! The nigga-the-nigga-the 'Nile's in this bitch, get right! Fuck what you heard on the street, it's CMR for life! Still ridin' on dubs, drippin' brown and 'mike. Jump stupid if you want, bitch we gon' clown tonight! We got 25 choppers in the V-I-P! Cristow, imported yak, and a pound of weed. I know u wait'n for me to get drunk and follow me home. Picture what I'ma give you though, a shot to ya dome. Fuck it, if you want some be talkers. They gon' get hit too. I'm really not givin' a fuck, don't guess I get you! Jank, Fresh, Joe, Bubba, You gotta admit it, ha? Juvy a muthafucka! I'm a (???) G though (???), executin' the plan. Got a vision of the 3rd ward rulin' the land. Pullin' up on ho's tellin' 'em to jump in the van. "Mami, please come break off just me and my man?" (Chorus 2x) 55% of these niggas is fake, the otha 45% be handlin' they weight. 55% of these women is ho's, the otha 45% be playin' they role. Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer! Take these muthafuckin' cuffs off of us! We ain't killed nobody and this car for us. And ridin' on 20's is the law for us! I ain't from France but excuse my French, Fuck ya if ya hatin', nigga! Say that then! I been dealin' with you bitches since way back when. Plus I kept a fire duck off the lay back end. They say my mama bling bling, and JD tight, Cuz Juvy takin' care so everything alright. Bitches see the Silver Seph' with the phat ass pipes. Bein' followed by some niggas on some bad ass bikes. (Chorus 2x) (Softly in the background) MF: Mmm-hmmm... Uhh-hunhh... Mmm-hmmm... J: Now, bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce. Now, bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce. Set it off in this muthafucka! MF: Mmm-hmmm... Uhh-hunhh... Mmm-hmmm... J: Now, bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce. Now, bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce. Set it off in this muthafucka! J: WHOODDDII! Playa? WHOOODDII! Playa? WHOODDDII! Set it off in this muthafucka! MF: Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! J: WHOODDDII! C'mon! WHOOODDII! C'mon! WHOODDDII! C'mon! Set it off in this muthafucka! J: Playa? P-P-Playa? MF: Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya heard'z me??? J: Playa? P-P-Playa? Whodi? |
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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
[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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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
[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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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
[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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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
{*"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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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
{*"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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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
{*"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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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
(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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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
(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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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
(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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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
(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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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
(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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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
(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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from Juvenile - Juve The Great (2003)
[Verse 1: (Juvenile)]
hey you want score a key, no you want score a ounce I ain't gone show you shit, make sure you got da right amount boy I can't front you nottin but I respect ya G it could be fatal, if i let niggas get next to me the junkers like my coke, Doctors and laywers too they in and out here all day, looking for the right Peru I use to do it too but i had to let it go I can't get loaded I'm lil woodie that suply tha coke my shit'll have you were you dont even much wanna eat have you a lack of sleep always out up in them streets been in rehab for weeks come home and get a bag from me you gon' relaspe indeed, probably won't ever leave don't wan't no problems, I just wanna get this cheddar please I can't get popped, I've been convicted for two felonies look i'm just trying to put some clothes on my daughter I hope they aint ridin I need to sell this other quarter [Chorous: (Juvenile)] if you score some coke from me, you will be numb numb numb numb numb numb numb numb numb numb numb numb if you don't get it from me, you will be dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb you'll be commin back in minutes, to get some some some some some some some some some some some some dam juvie where you get that from from from from from from from from from from from from They don't work off the hit cause we don't fuck with the foes they be sellin them soft we had enough of them sold and we work off the hit cause we don't fuck with the foes we don't be sellin them soft we had enough of them sold [Verse 2: (Juvenile)] yo we did'nt bring it in this shit is shipped to me i never transported nothin peep out my history my house is sittin plush my cars is lookin lovely police man wanna cuff me therefore i'm rollin buckets not trying to make it public don't wanna be tha subject mamma told me don't spend no money, boy stay in your budget i seen a lot a fools goin buyin alot of shoes they children not in school they got a lot to prove i puts my money back up in to my flip some to tha side in case dem people run up in shit chopper up all a tha time with two tapped up clips and if come fuckin with mine i'm a use this bitch they, want me for distribution from New Orleans to Houston someone been runnin them mouth, telling em how much i'm movin i'm just trying to put some clothes on my daughter i hope they aint rotten I hope they aint ridin I need to sell this other quarter [Chorus] [Verse 3: (Juvenile)] i got my first work when i was sixteen and niggas still not knowing what happen to brick leans its not a easy task might have to beef tha last you don't get caugth up out here trying to save ya people ass can't have em bring it first if you can't pay em what its worth you could get murder for that he just may let it burst' smart high how i walk that earth it may be enemy turf pray i don't get it they way just let em do they dirt do you know after they cut whoa my shit is da bomb that must be that Saudi Arabian said aint Hussien but you aint got that Florida dope ???????? have to spend all ya dough or you want leave fa sho they come in menthazine no caps on it is want be that long before ya family know you on that shit look I'm just tryna put some clothes on my daughter I hope they ain't ridin I need to sell this other quarter [chorus repeat to end] |
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from Juvenile - Juve The Great [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
[Verse 1: (Juvenile)]
hey you want score a key, no you want score a ounce I ain't gone show you shit, make sure you got da right amount boy I can't front you nottin but I respect ya G it could be fatal, if i let niggas get next to me the junkers like my coke, Doctors and laywers too they in and out here all day, looking for the right Peru I use to do it too but i had to let it go I can't get loaded I'm lil woodie that suply tha coke my shit'll have you were you dont even much wanna eat have you a lack of sleep always out up in them streets been in rehab for weeks come home and get a bag from me you gon' relaspe indeed, probably won't ever leave don't wan't no problems, I just wanna get this cheddar please I can't get popped, I've been convicted for two felonies look i'm just trying to put some clothes on my daughter I hope they aint ridin I need to sell this other quarter [Chorous: (Juvenile)] if you score some coke from me, you will be numb numb numb numb numb numb numb numb numb numb numb numb if you don't get it from me, you will be dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb you'll be commin back in minutes, to get some some some some some some some some some some some some dam juvie where you get that from from from from from from from from from from from from They don't work off the hit cause we don't fuck with the foes they be sellin them soft we had enough of them sold and we work off the hit cause we don't fuck with the foes we don't be sellin them soft we had enough of them sold [Verse 2: (Juvenile)] yo we did'nt bring it in this shit is shipped to me i never transported nothin peep out my history my house is sittin plush my cars is lookin lovely police man wanna cuff me therefore i'm rollin buckets not trying to make it public don't wanna be tha subject mamma told me don't spend no money, boy stay in your budget i seen a lot a fools goin buyin alot of shoes they children not in school they got a lot to prove i puts my money back up in to my flip some to tha side in case dem people run up in shit chopper up all a tha time with two tapped up clips and if come fuckin with mine i'm a use this bitch they, want me for distribution from New Orleans to Houston someone been runnin them mouth, telling em how much i'm movin i'm just trying to put some clothes on my daughter i hope they aint rotten I hope they aint ridin I need to sell this other quarter [Chorus] [Verse 3: (Juvenile)] i got my first work when i was sixteen and niggas still not knowing what happen to brick leans its not a easy task might have to beef tha last you don't get caugth up out here trying to save ya people ass can't have em bring it first if you can't pay em what its worth you could get murder for that he just may let it burst' smart high how i walk that earth it may be enemy turf pray i don't get it they way just let em do they dirt do you know after they cut whoa my shit is da bomb that must be that Saudi Arabian said aint Hussien but you aint got that Florida dope ???????? have to spend all ya dough or you want leave fa sho they come in menthazine no caps on it is want be that long before ya family know you on that shit look I'm just tryna put some clothes on my daughter I hope they ain't ridin I need to sell this other quarter [chorus repeat to end] |
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| from Juvenile - Juve The Great [Screwed & Chopped] (2004) | |||||
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| from Juvenile - Juve The Great [Screwed & Chopped] (2004) | |||||
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from Juvenile - Tha G-Code (2000)
[Juvenile (Verse 1)]
You live that life... slangin' that iron off tha porch When a nigga blow... you hit him up with tha torch You got confidence... you got your chest buffed out If you buy a Lex... you got your shit clutched out Niggas know your name... 'cause they done heard it in tha pen Niggas know your face... 'cause of tha places you done ben Your family straight... is that goin' for somethin' You got your lil' man with ya... he ain't askin' for nothin' Get rid of these roaches... you got a Cash Money toaster Ready for war... you got that iron in your holster Full of that fire... black magic on your tires You keep all of your hoes 'cause you a liar You're swolled up... you just come home from doin' sticks You done blowed up... and you already got them bricks If they try ta jack... is you gon' put 'em in they place? When you cock your shit... is you gon' hit 'em in they face? (Chorus) Well grab your 223's, and march nigga step Bring your 40's and 9's, and you march nigga step Play if me if you want, we gon' march nigga step March nigga step March nigga step Grab your 223's, and you march nigga step Bring your 40's and 9's, and you march nigga step Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step March nigga step March nigga step [Verse 2] You full of that liquor... you just met a little freak And you're ready to hit her... up in the corner, and it's sweet You're feelin' good... you're makin' money out the ass Up in your neighborhood... you 'bout ta go buy you a Jag You're quittin' the game... everything is gravy Cuz ya made a little change... from bustin' them niggas' brains Ya like how ya live... you got everything ya need Up inside of your crib... like Hennesy and weed You're runnin' with killers... you got that green shit with ya You're slingin' them pillas... you don't know nothin' but guerrillas You got television... up in your Lexus and your Benz You can go and get 'em... showin' off in twenty-inch rims 'Bout 187... you put a finish to your beef With them MAC-11's... while your suckin' your gold teeth You accept your lick... look, you protect it like a man When you got that iron... is you gon' slang what's in yo' hand? (Chorus) Well grab your 223's, and march nigga step Bring your 40's and 9's, we gon' march nigga step Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step March nigga step March nigga step Grab your 223's, and march nigga step Bring your 40's and 9's, we gon' march nigga step Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step March nigga step March nigga step Grab your 223's, and you march nigga step March nigga step March nigga step [Verse 3] You full of some diamonds... you got your Rolie iced out You're steadily shinin'... you livin' in a nice house You gon' put your girl... up on tha next thing smokin' If she think you're jokin'... is she gon' get a quick chokin'? You could take a trip... to tha Bahamas if you want You could turn a trick... with lil' momma if ya want You ain't worried 'bout nothin'... tha game been good to you So you done retired from hustlin'... or is ya still doin' somethin'? You tired of them laws... tryin' ta take niggas ta jail You tired of them boys... cuz you got money for your bail You got a reputation... cuz you be bustin' them heads Niggas be infiltratin'... tryin' ta give you up to tha Feds You eat tha best of shit... and be ballin' at breakfast-s Tattoos all on your stomach and on your neck and shit You 'bout ridin' up in tha best of shit, and them new Lexus-s You got nothin' but diamonds up in your necklaces (Chorus) Well grab your 223's, and march nigga step Bring your 40's and 9's, and you march nigga step Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step March nigga step March nigga step Grab your 223's, and march nigga step Bring your 40's and 9's, and march nigga step Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step March nigga step March nigga step Bring your 223's, and march nigga step Bring your 40's and 9's, and march nigga step Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step March nigga step March nigga step [Juvenile] Bring your MAC-11, and march nigga step Bring your AK, march nigga step Bring your MAC-90, march nigga step Call my nigga, Baby, ta march nigga step Call my nigga, Weezy, ta march nigga step Call my nigga, Turk, ta march nigga step Call my nigga, Geezy, ta march nigga step Call my nigga, Mannie, ta march nigga step March nigga step March nigga step Play with tha CMB, you gon' march nigga step March nigga step [Mannie Fresh talking] In tha year 2000 March nigga step Get tha fuck on |
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from Juvenile - Project English (2001)
Mannie: Meet me on my track. Ah-ah..
Juvenile: She get it from her mamma.. Mannie: Waaaannnnhhh (Cat Meow) Juvenile: She get it from her mamma.. Mannie: Look at that! Juvenile: She get it from her mamma.. Mannie: Whoo! Ooh! Juvenile: She get it from her mamma.. Mannie: Bring it on in... Juvenile: She get it from her mamma.. Mannie: Ahn-hanh! Juvenile: She get it from her mamma.. Mannie: Ah-ah.. Juvenile: She get it from her mamma.. Mannie: Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah. Juvenile: She get it from her mamma.. Oh, where she get her eyes from? She get it from her mamma.. Oh, where she get her thighs from? She get it from her mamma.. Where she learn how to cook from? She get it from her mamma.. Oh, where she get them looks from? She get it from her mamma.. But where she get that ass from? She get it from her mamma.. But where she get her class from? She get it from her mamma.. Oh, where she get that chest from? She get it from her mamma.. Where she learn how to dress from? She get it from her mamma.. Where does she get her sense from? She get it from her mamma.. Where does she get her income? She get it from her mamma.. Look, where she get that walk from? She get it from her mamma.. Nigga, where she get that talk from? She get it from her mamma.. I wonder why she so crazy.. She get it from her mamma.. Why she wanna be my old lady? She get it from her mamma.. Why she be actin' like that? She get it from her mamma.. Why she ain't give me the cat? She get it from her mamma.. [Chorus: Repeat 2X] A big fine woman'll make you smile when she pass you, Damn that girl sexy, her mamma got ass too. A big fine woman'll make you smile when she pass you, Damn that girl sexy, her mamma got ass too. Why she swear she the boss? She get it from her mamma.. Why she always gotta call the law? She get it from her mamma.. Why we always havin' arguments? She get it from her mamma.. Why she always gotta call her friend? She get it from her mamma.. Why she always gotta piss me off? She get it from her mamma.. Why she always gotta take the call? She get it from her mamma.. Why she wore that tight piece man? She get it from her mamma.. Got a nigga rock hard and I'm tweakin, She get it from her mamma.. Why she got a nigga lookin' when he speakin, She get it from her mamma.. Why she got me tryin'a get with her this weekend? She get it from her mamma.. And I heard she could fuck too.. She get it from her mamma.. She'll leave a nigga stuck too.. She get it from her mamma.. Who told her I was fuckin 'round? She get it from her mamma.. Who told her I was back in town? She get it from her mamma.. Who said don't be scared of him? She get it from her mamma.. Who said you better marry him? She get it from her mamma.. [Chorus, 2x] Who told her not to fuck with me? She get it from her mamma.. Who told her I'ma fuck then leave? She get it from her mamma.. Who said I'm smokin' marijuana? She get it from her mamma.. Who said I be up on the corner? She get it from her mamma.. Why my ties all cut up? Shit! She get it from her mamma.. Why my windows all bust up? Bitch! She get it from her mamma.. Oh, where she get them lips from? She get it from her mamma.. Oh, where she get them hips from? She get it from her mamma.. Where she learn how to twurk from? She get it from her mamma.. Where she learn how to work from? She get it from her mamma.. Why she be with that trippin? She get it from her mamma.. We be chillin and she start to flippin. She get it from her mamma.. But she still with a nigga, tho.. She get it from her mamma.. She'll kill for a nigga, tho.. She get it from her mamma And when she's shive, she draw attention. She get it from her mamma.. Natural with no extensions.. She get it from her mamma.. [Chorus, 2x] Mannie: Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Wha? (She get it from her mamma..) Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Wha? (She get it from her mamma..) Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Wha? (She get it from her mamma..) La, la, la, la, look behind her. (She get it from her mamma..) She, sh, she, she, she get it from her mamma.. La, la, la, la, look behind her. (She get it from her mamma..) She, sh, she, she, she get it from her mamma.. Wha? Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah-ah-ah, Ah-ah, (She get it from her mamma..) She... She (era-era-era) Get It From, Her Mamma.. (She get it from her mamma..) (She get it from her mamma..) (She get it from her mamma..) Keep it, keep it, keep it, I keep it.. I keep it.. (Hottt.. Hottt.. Hottt.. Shh...) Waaaannnnhhh (Cat Meow) Whaaaaaaaaa! She get it from her mamma! |
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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
(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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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
(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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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
(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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from Juvenile - Cocky & Confident (2009)
Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worth while
The precious moments are lost in the tide You know your in your head it ain't what it seems Just close your eyes and you can follow your dreams Listen to your heart when you don't know what to do Listen to your heart (I did this one for my son) and here it calling you Listen to your heart hear the voices in your head Listen to your heart, hear what it says (Verse 1) They about to see me up 'Cuffs up in the precinct The police better be ready to beat me something decent My furniture put out side before the lease end They wouldn't mind if i was dead before 'da weekend I'm Not an actor 'cause I don't know how to pretend When everyone wants you dead, how 'can you keep friends? Complaining to people "HOW I"AM GONNA FEED THEM?" Talkin like they write my raps and i really need them. This is the testament of Ne-No From pennies to quarters to dollars to C notes The author of the book onto which he not be re wrote Food for the thought, something for your ego Make sure to keep yourself surrounded by the right people Take advantage of all the things that life teach you Every dawg gotta say we all equal Follow your heart and get ready for your sequel (Chorus) Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worth while The precious moments are lost in the time You know in your head that it ain't what it seems Just close your eyes and you can follow your dreams Listen to your heart when you don't know what to do Listen to your heart when you hear it callin you Listen to your heart hear the voices in your head Listen to your heart hear what it says (Verse 2) You other cats betta wake up and focus Cause we da only people having funerals if ya notice And junior I'm Not tryin to put ya on the spot light Just don't want ya caught in the chillin on the block life Use an example of yo POPS life Before you play the game you betta find out what the odds like You gotta lot of street smarts and need the books to Study your work and quit worryin what the cooks do Were my sons at? Were my daughters at? They got receivers out there we need quarterbacks In this world everybody plays a part fam If you confused just follow whats in your heart man (Chorus) Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worth while The precious moments are lost in the time You know in your head that it ain't what it seems Just close your eyes and you can follow your dreams Listen to your heart WHOOOOOOOO Listen to your heart WHOOOOOOOO Listen to your heart WHOOOOOOOO |
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