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[Juvenile]
Bitches is pullin' out they best suits Gangstas is gettin' dressed too Don't even underestimate the power of a test tube It's a fo' sho' shot, some of these niggaz know not That's why they so hot, always up in them dope spots I hope my niggaz really feel what I'm sayin' I'm tryin' to put lil' wodie up on this game And dick suckers ain't playin' And duck nigga, look I won't remain You're stuck even if it don't restrain I'ma be in the cut Some of you got it, some of you fuckin' up Better get your life together 'fore you lose that bruh You got cocaine you better move that bruh You got a ring you better lose that bruh You got a habit, better lose that bruh Don't even choose that bruh, so move on I did this album right here for keepin' me and you strong... That's right cousin I did this album right here for me and my people, ya heard me? And we got the Lord on our side So can't nothin' you do or say to me bother me Cousin, I'ma be here 'til it's all over with I've been through a lot the past few years But I ain't holdin' no grudges It's all about me and my family, U.T.P. This is how we eat, cousin What?! |
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| 2. |
| 5:45 |
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Mannie Talking:]
Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls lil children, dogs and cats right now, you are listening to the incredible drum patterns of DJ Mannie Fresh LADIES AND GENTLEMEN ! [Chorus (X2)] Mannie: I'm a buy cars, I'm a get clothes, I'm a rock jewels, I'm a fuck ho's, I'm a smoke weeds, Got alot of drinks, steppin out, gators, coca-cola mink Juvenile: I Need it in my life, I want it in my life come put it in my life, I'm a keep it in my life [Verse 1 (Juvenile)] Its ya nigga Juve, from the magnolia, still loakin, You ho's gon' know whats up with me Bust the pussy open Loose titty, loose booty, round down and up, if a gangsta can't touch it, what you bouncin it fo' Now give me leway, watch how a G play Watch how my name get caught up in the he and she say Its UTP day, we with the streets may They represent us when they hear us at the DJs Break bread with me nigga, demand with me though we was beefin , your supposed to spend your cash with me I'm in here last with me, hold me down, give me a whip, give me a trick and let her blow me down, I'm so gutter, I'm so slick, i'm so grimey I promise you something, I bet you gon find me I'm a eat, purchase, whatever I please CO, give me the keys, aww please, I need two of these [Chorus (X1)] [Verse 2 (Juvenile)] I'm a be so courageous, and so contagious, Until my jail rap sheets gonna recieve mo' pages, Listen to Juve cuz this my year mon' (my year mon') Invision I'm bout to kick it in here mon' (in here mon') Don't you see the Soldiers and Bauds when I appear mon' (appear mon') About being written on my face cuz I know fear mon' (fear mon') Me and my team got a scheme to go light the block up, Skip, Smoove put in work and wacko poppin the chopper I Scream the "U" cuz I mean it, the only difference is you be throwing your set up when you screamin I Seen it, Man all of the obstacles that I been through, what make you think i'm a be scared of a trick like you, I'm ya dog, let me get it all consign me, you ain't paid them last people yet, dog don't even remind me, I gain knowlege, my game polished, and it is obvious you can't block it, you can't knock it, this is profit [Chorus (X1)] [Verse 3 (Juvenile)] Can I untape the clips and chill ? Show my clicks its real, Can my people shop in Beverly Hills, I got alot of work I know thats gonna be ahead of me still, But my peace mentality gon' keep me ahead in the field Pardon me, but I got paper to chase, Now cut thru the talking and bring me straight to the safe, I know where the cameras at and I'm destroying the tape, I'm not leaving no evidence for the forensics to trace, I had a problem on my hand, a few bills I had been payin', I figured about a lil'bit less than 75 grand, and my dog Rocky, caught a nickel for a pistol, Its serious when the federales comin' to get you, Life is at a standstill, all change in this damn field, What you say, can get you and ya mans killed, This my last chance to come up, this gotta be it, Juve comin up, the first round' lottery pick [Chorus (X1)] |
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| 3. |
| 4:05 |
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[Verse 1: Juvenile]
C'mon...... C'mon... I bet if I pull a pistol and pop you, you gon' tell me where its at you see the blood shotted eyes with the taped up clips in the mac black hood with black gloves, bandanna round the mouth a nigga posted up on every perimeter around your house and we didn't come here for a meeting, or here to loose time we some niggaz who wanna be eating better in due time muther fuck leaving the block, better to use nines It ain't no secret I'm cheap, however my jewels shines The prisons got way more niggaz than the streets do who average more than 30 murders a week (nigga we do) It ain't a war thang, its a fuck me, fuck y'all thang And we got hoes that know how to sneak guns in the bars man So think twice about leaving the gun in the car man Nigga don't give a fuck about moving son on the wall man Ain't no everybody, its yourself and you all in If you paying traps you don't deserve to be balling [Chorus: repeat 2X] Its enemy turf that I'm on so I'ma play it how it go cock the hollow points into my black calico I'ma make all these bitch niggaz respect me right please let me hit another lick, I'ma be set for life [Verse 2: Juvenile] Look I'ma solid 170, lips like Bill Bellamy Fresh out of the court house from whipping the felony Didn't really want to hurt her, but you know how it is You better not ever disrespect me hoe in front of my kids ayo the cops be rolling, therefore I fucks with no one I went and copped me 4 guns, I'm bout to bust this open To all you bitch niggaz doubting the force, its gon' get ugly I'm that nigga that'll fuck you up quick, thats why the streets love me Catch me posted in Louisiania with privacy I'm doing it Niggaz having problems with coke but we still moving it Whatever's on the market I can work it I ain't scared, I ain't nervous, give it to Juve dog and watch me serve it You holding on the coke now whats the purpose, (?) gon hook it up too nigga the scheme is perfect, ya heared me now why is you acting like it ain't worth it you gon' make me take it, nigga I gotta make it [Chorus] [Talking] Say nigga, heard a nigga picking (?) Heard a nigga got all kinda shit ever since he hit that lick he don't want to fuck with a nigga, but look this what we gonna do man I want you to go get your niggaz and go find that muther fucker do him in ain't nuthing going on around this muther fucker if I ain't got my hands in it I put a nigga on his feet and this how he gonna treat a nigga ? I promise, I put this on my babies dawg, we gon get that motherfucker [Verse 3: Juvenile] They talking bout' putting a sting on me cuz they say I've been making too much Fuck what they talking bout', this how I grew up But this ain't nuthing new bruh, we been throwing this "U" up We had some altercations and things but they got blew up New has and Curly head them niggaz dirty in the TC Shit that a G like me couldn't even tell you on a CD So i'ma make all of my enemies never forget me You looking at one of the realest niggaz from Feret Street [Chorus] |
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| 5. |
| 4:14 |
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[Chorus (Juvenile X2):]
I'm bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back I'm bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back bounce back, bounce, bounce back I'm bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back [Verse 1 (Juvenile)] Look, Look, You ever had corns on your finger from squeezing a Mac too much ? Nigga be robbing the dice game, while me and lil wack you up, Tripping, stole and stripped cars for a living, Stayed away from home whenever they was bitching, We used to rush the customers for sales when they pulled up in cars, Until the undercovers started putting us behind bars, Menace to Society is all we watch In the back seat strapped with the throw away glock, I got some partners in the business never seeing the light, Ya people would have gotten Cochrane if ya cheese was right, You know I hold it down player, you a dog, I'm a real nigga I ain't gon' stop accepting your phone call, I'ma blow and toss a hoe for you like I'm supposed to do, I'm serious and focused too, you know I'm overdue, The first nigga to park a Rolls-Royce in the bricks, While I fly a private charter out of town by a bitch [Chorus X2] [Verse 2 (Juvenile)] Try to be here to see my seeds, when they have they seeds, As long as I breathe there ain't nothing in this world that they can't be, Yeah I done fucked up, slipped and sniffed that coke, Started tweaking and broke into the people's house next door, Shot a nigga for smoking rocks on my mom back porch, Damn near graduated and got on that dope, My, work is in part, I am better than smart, Homie, I hustle with a strategy that has never been taught, I could make a coke flip, I can make a hoe strip, I can spray a whole clip, I takes nothing from no bitch, I got the money in the case, .45 on the waist, Pitbulls in the yard so stay away from my gates, Could you believe a nigga feeling like he still ain't ate, Huh, y'all don't understand, you should have seen my plate, I'd love to give you some credit, but even you said it, Your serious about your money, and right now I'm trying to get it [Chorus X2] [Verse 3 (Baby)] Yeah, CMR, Black Connection, I'm on a mission Lil Daddy to put this paint on the caddy, Riding through the hood and we blowing them candy, Stay G'd up from my head to my feet, I was raised in the 3rd thats the heart of the streets, Saw death and crime from the first same time, Them rims on shine just a vision of mine, Put this shit back together cuz I stay on the grind, Niggaz know I gets me, I stunt all the time, For the dead and the gone, the young and the grown, OG mother fuckers who be getting it on, Niggaz stunt'n and they shining, Bling Blinging all the time and, I hold my hood down for the shit that I'm driving, Nigga thug till' death remember the projects ?, Juve done came back now you bitches upset ?, Niggas know how we getting it, cuz we getting it on, Keep em' coming, keep on gettin it bitch my money is long, [Chorus X2] |
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| 6. |
| 4:35 |
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[Chorus 2x Juvenile]
Ay yo we down south posted and we counting our figures Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas Don't paly with us lil daddy becuase we'll have you in stiches It's UTP right here and we about getting our riches [Verse 1: Juvenile] I pledge aleadgence with the four nickle you niggas know pickle Cock the pistol point my issue at you and whoadie who with you Your body ain't nothing but greasle I can see threw the tissue They gone think you was in gymnastics how this chopper gone flip you I might have to crash the party if niggas gets me started Better watch this big glock forty because this bitch gets retarted Fuck with me shorty I can teach you how to be flawless NOPD want to see me up in court with them lawyers Hating planting them charges take a nigga reguardless Fuck them and duck them though tell them they suck on a hard dick When we was wilding in the nolia they was calling us babies I guess the same shit went on in the eighties they still crazy I'm with it too kind of sneaky know how to get at you Not trying to have momma crying and miserable I already know what guns can do I done seen some of the worst niggas get blown in two Come on [Chorus 2x Juvenile and Skip] Ay yo we down south posted and we counting our figures (Skip says: Ha) Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas Don't play with us lil daddy because we will have you in stiches (Skip says: Pow) It's UTP right here and we about getting our riches [Verse 2: Skip] Yeah she say she love me (yeah) everytime she fuck me (yeah) But then she saying fuck me (fuck me) evertime we fussing Skip I'm sick of hustling (sick) boy you just disgusting Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah bitch don't you tell me nothing All you know is dollars (dollars) dulche and cabona (ha) Gucci fendi chanel manolo prada all you are is problems I can't help you solve so when you think just think nah don't invole him (what) Hang up when you calling (nah) caller id all of them If it's no number I don't answer ain't no sense in calling Bitch I'm back to balling like I fell off Like if I was doing bad I'm gonna tell y'all What I can tell y'all except suck dick and swallow Yeah you look good but can you walk like a model Bitch I pop collars (bling) and I clock dollars So watch and watch and watch for the shots (pow) [Chorus 2x Juvenile] [Verse 3: Wacko] Man look at bo over there wilding cursing bitches (bitch, ho) smoking joes nah Got two open charges niggas talking around dro Sarge and them so smart they spin the bend in regular clothes nah But whoadie and them so smart before they spin lil one close shop Slim just got popped for a doja grind and a weed pipe Guest they trying to sock it to my dog with them three strikes Fuck that we got bond money nigga we tight UTP six court cut throat nigga we right Tyring to get you niggas to understand it's a new day New jewels, new shoes, new tools, new pay, new trips, new clips, new whips, new kay A million for my great grandchildren until my due date The you straight I'm just trying to make sure you straight Keep them nappy head bitches out your face cousin and move weight Every nigga working with something dick they do take Don't you fall off behind a fat ass and a cute face (stupid) [Chorus 2x Juvenile] |
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| 4:22 |
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[Chorus 2x]
Now I don't why you be acting all shady I only want to hit, not to make you my old lady So don't be telling me nothing about no babies You trying to give me a charge you must be crazy [Juvenile] I don't know why you making people think I got you swell You better quit it before one of my bitches pop you hoe I know your baby daddy he ain't got no flow You may be into playing games but its gone stop here though You want more than a fuck, you just trying to tie a nigga up Like my last bitch, I blew a lot of money on her I met her, fast pace, lil mama hard for me to slow down Why the sad face after the results come around? You want a nigga to play daddy? Should have asked me I would have gladly told you that I have me When you met me you told me you wanted a gangsta to hit Without the wisdom of knowing I'm off the chain with this shit Now your feelings done got involved and you ain't glad with a fuck And you wonder why all the players keep on passing you up Look Juve ain't going through that old Billie Jean shit I ain't gone let you put your babies on me I mean this [Chorus] [Juvenile] You got a fat ass, your chest right, and you dress right But would I fuck without a rubber? You're thinking I just might Trying to get an easy pay off, you're fighting for a wild card bitch But I'm in the playoffs, you be scheming all day, hoe take a day off Find another target this one you need to stay off Your looking for a reputation ' I'ma give ya one Don't be trying to give me a charge ' nothing a nigga done As far as I'm concerned that baby can be for anyone Not til you entered the party there wasn't any fun It's not me it's the attention I draw To make these bitches fill out paper work and lie to the law It's obvious she want to ride in the driver's seat of my car Taking the lotteries to get some properties from a star Look Juve ain't going for that old Billie Jean shit I ain't gone late you put your babies on me I mean this [Chorus] [Juvenile] They be like look at his lips, look at her eyes and her ears Mama said "If I don't approve it, the baby not his" She said she not gone keep all that (?) with kids Keep playing mama said she saw 380 ya did I saw the grin on your face the moment I saw you in court Wish I would have saw your face when the test was exposed This ain't your first time you done did before Your not even gonna have a vagina no more You're making accusations you ain't sure bout You had a chance to be a queen but still you chose to whore out Don't even speak you ain't no friend cause you an enemy now Niggaz knowing you ain't the hoe you pretend to me now You done caught a maybe-baby, move you're whoring and drama You needs to try to focus on your daughter lil mama Look cause Juve ain't going for that old Billie Jean shit I ain't gone let you put your babies on me I mean this [Chorus] |
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| 5:07 |
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[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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| 4:11 |
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| 4:01 |
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| 11. |
| 3:52 |
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(Juvenile)
Uh Huh, Uh Huh Mic check one, two it's Juvenile coming through Uh Uh c'mon, c'mon (Verse 1) Who the man? if I ain't it nigga can't claim it I can take a small name and make it famous I reason with no one homie I got fa sho cliental I'm a XL out here in the streets or lyin in jail I'm quick tempered please limit ya words I will send you in a hurry down south with the Spurs it's kind of hard to understand me cause I speak with a slur but my guns speak a language all the people done heard streets sense gon' keep me in it for a minute ya fuckin with a general salute me lieutenant I'm not too particular with lies I look 'em in the eyes say a pray before you die this ain't about me this about somethin thats spoke you know runnin with a nigga while you cuttin his throat oh them loose lip bitches get hung from a rope you know bagged up and throwed off the side of a boat, oh! (Chorus - repeat 2X) Cock it, take berrata then pop it give me that out ya pocket cause the best can't stop it East coast wuzzup, Down south wuzzup West coast wuzzup, Mid West wuzzup (Verse 2) Keep on makin ya laws, I'm a keep breaking them I can move a package in any city I'm stationed in if ya son touchin my shit you better pray for him bust his head and catch me a flight to where the hatreds been I ain't the only solider they got alot of these all of these children make me know who dropped alot of seeds I smoke till my eyes shut stay strapped so if you think about sneakin you better wise up hit you with the traqualizer let it fill ya head paralyze you have ya screamin "I can't feel my legs" regardless of what a nigga or a bitch done said the shell around ya get poked like eggs I'm from the M-A-G-N-O-L-I-A my bitches gonna listen to what the hell I say you niggas gonna respect it or get out my way or the (??) gonna have to do ya autopsay (autopsy) (Chorus) (Verse 3) You old niggas on ya last limb move over let some niggas who really want it come cash in suppose to get killed for cock blockin in cells solider bet you can't get no chronic up in hell fresh off the porch where the stash spot I'm hungry tryna get the same respect that my Dad got got the chopper cut the weight, nice in the stash box nigga be on paper so himmed up from the bad cops how the hoes be actin over dey child support I need to snatch me a coat and endorse it with dope I ain't even gotta speak on it I put my G on it niggas gon' let us get that whenever we want it beef is beef whenever the shit occurs if it's real it's gon' resolve into metal for sure but hit the right one he ain't respectin my bad my only satisfaction will be poppin your ass |
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| 1:40 |
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| 3:28 |
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| 14. |
| 4:01 |
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[Chorus: Juvenile]
It's the one nobody likes with bad breath and saggy pants Might bounce a little bit but see a gangsta don't dance Hoes say I am mean I never give them a chance But can't a nigga get a little head in advance It's the one nobody likes with bad breath and saggy pants Might bounce a little bit but see a gangsta don't dance Hoes say I am mean I never give them a chance But can't a nigga get a little head in advance [Verse 1: Juvenile] Maybe not probably don't even feel that way I kid you not, what's under my waist is real I say A yo my fire cracker pop like independence day Them dick suckers long shoud have been in sentence may I do a little something I got that cut to tie your thighs up I'm not asthmatic look, I'm healthy and I could fuck That teenage pussy I don't want so zip it up And no satchatories having in here so catch a cut Ohh how I love it when half your ass show When you catch the side view it look like two elbows And my dick stuck to my leg like velcro Stop cock blockin and let them females go If the hoes keep asking me up I got to stop her I've been searching for me a lifipeepoper I'm serious you should wanna fuck with me period Because I'm a little bit more then just a lyricist [Chorus: Juvenile] [Verse 2: Juvenile] This is to alisha, camren, roshon and don If you fuck with pimp baby show me your thong Get your big ass up hoe you know this your song Big daddy gonna be smashing it till four in the morn You doing them jeans yeah black you need to stop it It look like you got a loaf of bread in your pocket Should have followed you first ma and snatch you first But when I'm drinking everyboady look like they got worth I ain't even gotta tell a woman what I'm worth She gonna show me some affection when I raise my shirt I ain't never bought a woman where I do my dirt To a nice confined spot where I can lift that skirt Hopefully she illegal with the head and all Probably heard of my background and said I'm a dog But it ain't about me baby it's about y'all My fantasy is knocking four of y'all off [Chorus] Shake that ass mami If you trying to get to juvenile pass him I'm not telling to tell you to put your man in past tense It is just a little tiny favor that I'm asking [Verse 3: Juvenile] Show me that poo shooter any way you throw it I'm gonna do ya Just let wardy do this manever All thow I'm from the sewer I like having relations I punch a bitch in the head for playing with my patience I make a local hoe turn hashin had me at the station They hating saying that I violated my probation Theres a lot of kinky shit that's going up in the clubs We be popping exctasy looking for woman to hug I promised not to get you caught up in these drugs Put this gun in your purse mami and roll with a thug Your girlfriends always saying she ain't like that Well post up right there mami i'll be right back [Chorus] Shake that ass mami If you trying to get to juvenile pass him I'm not telling to tell you to put your man in past tense It is just a little tiny favor that I'm asking Shake that ass mami If you trying to get to juvenile pass him I'm not telling to tell you to put your man in past tense It is just a little tiny favor that I'm asking |
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| 4:38 |
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[Wacko]
Yeah, U T P nigga, come on! K L C nigga, come on! Holla! [Verse 1: Wacko] I done tightened up on my G dog Wacko outcher flippin' these hoes like see saws Ya man trippin'? Girl, look we can creep on Ya friends stressin' too, I'll flip all 3 of yall Respect my steez, I ain't really bout fallin' in love I travel too much and Baby sling too many drugs Stay in the wrong place at the wrong time With 2 bricks,(two of 'em) and a chrome 9 To these niggas I'm easy to be provokin' Look, I got 1 in the chamber and I been smokin' Don't make me proceed I'll hit you from ya neck to ya knees Have ya gaggin' where ya barely could breathe But I ain't in here for this Whoadie, I'm in here to get me a bitch Bring her back to the telly to issue some dick Hook up with Juve and Skip, go get me a brick And get ready for next Sunday, to snatch a new bitch [Chorus: repeat 3X] [Juvenile] You can have an ole' lady [Skip] But them hoes [Wacko] They for everybody [Juvenile] Let her go dawg, that ain't ya hoe dawg [Skip] Let me get broke off [Wacko] Up in this jump off! [Verse 2: Skip] I done tightened up on my G dog I was ducked out at first but now I beat broads Cock back, BAM! Bash in her teeth, AWW Guarantee you this, that bitch gone see stars! Respect my gangsta I see you lookin' mad now I ain't 'cha I know +50 Cent+ and bitch I ain't no +Wanksta+ And I don't get down like that In the right time, at the right spot If you try to buck, you gone get shot Hey fella, calm down. I know what ya thinkin' But I got 1 in this chamber and I been drinkin' Don't make me proceed Spit in ya face, bastard ya seed Widow ya wife, you don't need my shit in ya life! Especially how I'm feelin' tonight If it was good, it'd be different But it's not, so it's not, so let's end it! And bring this shit back to business You can have yo bitch dog I live by the rules I'm givin' [Chorus] [Verse 3: Juvenile] Come on, come on, come on Grab yo bitch by the arm cuz if she stop she hit Oh, I know how to get 'em, I hit her with lotsa dick The simple things I'm knowing that she probably miss And in return, she going out and buyin' me shit! I hope my adversaries is listening: Motherfucka with tryna be eased from these D-vils Cuz we evil in this! I'm not about to waste my cream on a bitch I be outcher tryna get money, while she schemin' for dick I ain't gone lie, if my ole lady leave a nigga, I'm sick But we ain't married, so fuck it, she ain't got nothing to get I had to go in fronta the jury January the 6th I promise, ya Honor, I ain't been doin' the shit! They just like to keep niggas like me in a mix And use it on TV and radio as a skit Wanna see some masks, make a move to the bricks But before you make that move grab the tool and the clips Ya heard me? [Chorus] [Juvenile] Let her go dog, that ain't ya hoe dog [Skip] Let me get broke off [Wacko] In this jump off |
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| 1:08 |
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| 4:08 |
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[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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