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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
[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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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
[Juvenile]
That's right, it's crunch time now fellas No time to be cryin for momma now, it's the movement C'mon To all my people on them corners I consider as dogs I wish I could break a package down and send it to y'all I know ya feelin me behind them penitentiary walls Put me on the visit list and I'll be in to see y'all Talk to 'em - your mayor ain't your friend, he's the enemy Just to get your vote, a saint is what he pretend to be Fuck him! Ah-listen to me, I got the remedy Save your money up and find out who got 'em for 10 a ki' Bubble, if you don't hustle don't use your energy Cause you gon' be a cellmate or wind up as a memory Yeah, and I could give a fuck if you kin to me My life is up and down and side to side like a centipede [Chorus] Get ya hustle on, nigga get ya hustle on [4X] We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it! We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it! [Juvenile] The loamin hard sparkle like glass Main bitch right behind me lookin sharp in the Jag Security say you don't know me so I talk to 'em bad If a nigga want somethin I got somethin for his ass Choppers - I'm already knowin that it's a G thang Ever since they tried to drown a nigga on the {?} Everybody need a check from FEMA So he can go and sco' him some co-ca-llina Get money! And I ain't gotta ball in the Beemer Man I'm tryin to live, I lost it all in Katrina (damn) And nobody cares what the police thank Everybody fuckin with ki's cause it's a street thang [Chorus] [Juvenile] Wodie! You really feelin your folks Just them crackers behind them desk-es that ain't hearin us though We starvin! We livin like Haiti without no government Niggaz killin niggaz and them bitches is lovin it Fuck Fox News! I don't listen to y'all ass Couldn't get a nigga off the roof with a star pass Talkin - y'all comfortable right now to your own land 'Til a nigga catch ya down bad, starvin and want cash Get your mind right, nigga get your money up You're movin a little somethin, but you ain't done enough Fo' shizzle - you know the boss gonna want a cut Yeahhhhhh - or the boss gon' haveta fuck you up [Chorus - repeat 2X] |
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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
[Chorus]
Dis rain 'sposed to drop, when I first hit the block Niggaz wasn't really feelin me then {"Do it!"} I had a little drama, I was bout that there That's how a nigga kept his name in the wind {"Do it!"} I'm from the projects, as in the 3rd Ward As up in uptown, ah-what you heard of, it goes {"Hey, hey, hey!"} Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes {"Hey, hey, hey!"} Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes [Juvenile] I got ghosts on my team unseen And they only be ridin with me 'til we do one thing The watch, the bling bling, fuck what you heard I ain't even gotta tell 'em nothin to give 'em the word Put bosses on injured reserve, fuck losses Put your sister brother mammy and your pa on the curb I can make an ounce out of a quarter of a bird Introduce you to the killers, all my dogs in the 3rd Know that, this ain't the spot to sco' at Cause you don't know if nigga really got a package or he's scopin to jack If they get'cha won't nobody rat These families been here for years with kids and they not about to demolish that We got {?} and a lot of crack Clearin our tracks cause fiends could be givin 'em a whole lot of facts My lil' spot where it was poppin at Standin in the court all day thinkin of ways to get out of that [Chorus] [Juvenile] Storm with me, waitin on Mignon and Iggy And this one gon' be out'chea in a minute ya hear me? Hoe listen, watch them niggaz, let me do me They gon' spin the bend right now, they know we on duty I got my lil' cutey, I took her from hard times Go 'head hand me the strap when these niggaz get out of line I ain't tryin to size the beef up or measure it But I'm know in your place's where you motherfuckers better get We ain't gotta go back and forth people to settle this X Juvey out, just handle business for Terius I'm Conan wild wod', I'm glow{?}anchardo{?} Run up like a stupid and get thrown in the pile hoe You don't see me with no bodyguards, probably in exotic cars Gettin the 411 from a lot of broads You can get this money with me you ain't gotta starve You my people with this business so I got a job [Chorus] [Juvenile] Yeah I'm focusin on learnin from all your mistakes now Was a face in the crowd, I'm a baller with grace now I miss illegal shit but I don't fuck with the cops Cause I'm always smokin some killer when I cut through the blocks and stop 'Fore I ignore it, my name be in all type of shit Trippin over my car, and I don't even like the bitch Niggaz get that false courage and buck But you ain't doin shit unless the murder rate raise up Lil' wonder, youth symbol stand for two K's up It ain't your motherfuckin business about who pays us Projects know you got some change on ya, it' sa shame on ya I'm fresh out of the shootin range with my aim on ya I heard 'em say they catchin feelings now cause I'm boss Well put your drawers in your booty bitch and break to the North What nigga I ain't feelin nothin, and I ain't fearin none This is the Magnolia and see where this guerilla from [echoes] |
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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)
{*"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. 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)
(This is, this is, this is, this is!!)
Yeah... ha ha! Whoahh (yeah) [Juvenile] You put the coke in a tube, and whaddya get Whatever you want a car to the flip of your wrist Drug traffickin been happenin since seventy-six They lock us up cause government be wantin tax from the shit I call my people in Detroit, they get that 9-1-1 Hoe gon' put it in her pussy and come flyin with son And it's plenty full so he gonna consignment some Same nigga that I be gettin the lime-ah from Got yay too! How you want it? Soft piece or hard piece? Work ain't movin, I'll break it down in a heartbeat I'm tryin to put the new 25's on my Rover So when I hit the lakefront they gotta slide over Yeahhh, these hoes be respctin my cars When I pass, they smile and start adjustin they bras Niggaz peep hard and get to twistin they lips But they could easily meet God so homey don't even trip [Chorus] Ridin with the strap on my lap, other one in the dash On the way to drop this nigga off a fo'-and-a-half Last time he put my shit on his tongue He frowned up, cause the boy was NUMB Can you break a brick down? I can break a brick down [3X] I can break a brick down, but I prefer to sellin it whole [Juvenile] I read the paper today and everything was kinda chill Word is circulatin niggaz is tryin to find a deal So he could ride behind the wheel of the 300 and put the dub deuces in the grill You think you can't get killed? Me neither That's why we almost forced to keep heaters A quick ruckus if a bitch touch us Ain't got no beef with no Muslims but move or you get hit brother These streets move forward and backwards These fiends out'chea somethin more than just actors One nigga get popped, another fo' get a package Watchin out for the law man patrollin the action What next? We tryin to bring it back to the team Let our dogs see how it is to do your own thing Not like Baby though, really put your own bling You ain't doin nuttin for me nigga, do your own thing [Chorus] [Juvenile] G shit to 'em, I don't just write rhymes Goin platinum offa talkin about my lifetimes I'm gettin love in these streets cause they like how I rock I'm just a thug on the beat, fuck a hip-hop cop Not jumpin on the bandwagon to get my props Got somethin happenin fo' me right within my block Now, everybody wanna be the king of somethin I guess I'll just call myself the king of hustlin I make things happen nigga, I'm a panhandler Shit not like how it's lookin on camera Won't exercise the right to put the bandana up And nobody gon' handle us, we never put they hammers up You couldn't make it where I survive Right now my city murder rate is at it's all time high And it's a must I have the piece in sight When I'm drivin know I'm showin them no teeth, just eyes [Chorus] [Chorus - second half only minus last half of last line] |
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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)
(feat. Trey Songz)
[Trey Songz - singing] Oh, Oh, Oh, Ooh, Oh, Oh Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Oh, Oh put ya feet up in my shoes for a minute shawty peep the way I do how I'm living you steadily trippin, say I'm trickin with the women girl don't make me get to trippin everything is what I'm givin, I know [Juvenile] I know I'm comin home to big fine after my day done all concerned about how I'm feelin and if I ate somethin you always hear the bullshit stories and never say nothin cause all of 'em in search for a man that's why they stay sufferin though you may think I'm from this bitch to the next a nigga be out here tryna get him a check, but I prefer cash for me and you so don't even much get ya nerves bad they want attention and they don't even deserve that girl you miss Juv-E what you think I don't care What you think I'm bout to go sacrifice this shit for that there they wanna catch the biggest fish in the sea-but he ain't swimmin cause he satisfied and ain't lookin forward to other women [Chorus: Trey Songz] I know, you know (I know, you know) just cause they shakin-don't mean I'm takin I know, you know (you know, yeah) just cause they holla-don't mean I follow I know, you know (you know, baby) just cause they throw it-don't mean I'm catchin I know, you know (you know) no matter how long I'm gone-I'm always comin home to you [Juvenile] You gotta believe me, you don't have to police me I be up in the streets makin sure that me and you eat see women try to tease me but I tell 'em be easy my family needs me so I'm goin where my seeds be I can sign ya poster but I cannot intercourse ya they really wanna solider that's why the bendin it over holla at big daddy I'm comin home like I 'ppose ta with a big ole bag of groceries and somethin that we can smoke up we don't need a passion cause me and you is what's happenin they thought we wasn't adaptin now everybody congratin forget all of that yappin as long as we keep interactin and we keep on attractin to each other with a passion [Chorus] [Juvenile] When the big dog is in ya they gon'wanna bother a G wanna leave way at night and come tomorrow with me yup so they can put a nigga business all in the streets out here tellin folks she gotta problem recordin for keeps she got big ?? tryna get me to the place hopin I reconize her curve but I can't even relate now they be at the red light flashin me with they head lights I know how to play it like tell 'em to get they head right I'm not tryna touch her so you can keep ya lil'rubber you too young for me why ya tryna get me in trouble she know that I love her-look we was meant for each other and she gon' act a fool when she with me under the cover [Chorus - repeat to end] |
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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. 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)
[Mannie Fresh]
Gentlemen and ladies, it's your boy, the dude Freaky-fre, fre, fre-eh-Fresh We gon' bring it to you somethin like this [Chorus One: Juvenile] Woof, I'm a animal, yes I am a animal I'm a animal, yes I am a animal I'm a animal, yes I am a animal I'm a animal, yes I am a animal [Juvenile] How you just gon' back me up and I'm 2 dollars from bein rich You oughta be grateful a nigga like me even see you BITCH I was thinkin about rockin Arribas, but the gators look nice Nigga was talkin about they was comin out like players tonight They won't let me in with my pistol I'm okay with the knife-a Anything I can get my hands on when the fight starts Could get one of these hoes that's gotta stand, by the right bar Get the wife and she could {?} {?} light stars She ain't stupid, she recognize who it is Enjoy the lyrics on the records, play the songs for the kids For instance, I can come through bouncin in this bitch like what And she's figured this shit, she ready to give that life up Wonderin how do it feel to be with G's like us Be in a better situation than that all night bus You're wild hoe be fuckin up my G's You better get back, I spent six and a quarter for these, ya hear me? [Chorus] [Chorus Two: Juvenile] Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it [Juvenile] I see you watchin how the boy comes to Grover And you wanna overthrown him, knock him off his throne Your potnahs rockin with you 'til they find out who it is Then they gon' try to convince y'all to leave it alone I'm here to sabotage what enemies accomplish They're not about the camouflage, the homies that I ride with I keeps it ghetto for my street people and convicts I don't vouch for nobody, I just make sure I pay homage Hey shorty, this nigga here's a vet like Shaq I don't have to control the ball but I control that rap If I smack you on your ass you gonna throw that back They like it when a gangster take control like that She feels protected when she in that Lexus Givin me head, got me takin all wrong exits I'm not the people you should be upset with I don't mean no harm baby and I'm not sexist [Chorus One + Chorus Two] [Juvenile] A gangsta still fightin charges but he totes that glock Like a junkie with a pipe up in the smoke crack spot I be in every hood, see I knows the block From Watts to one-fo'-fifth by the clothing shops Nope, I ain't rockin with them boys I was with But I'm still blingin and showin off my toys in this bitch When a real nigga show up hoes switch up they games Tell us who they really is and give y'all different names Claimin, she ain't nuttin like them boys be sayin Shit I'm only tryin to knock the pussy outta the frame Look here, I tried to chill but they gave me some mills Me and Mannie back at it, 'bout to get another deal I got my hand wrapped around the steerin wheel Hoes like EWWW they can't understand the grill Skip called me up he got them all on chill Well let's go and get us some hoes so we can do this heah, y'know [Chorus One + Chorus Two] |
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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
(feat. Brian McKnight)
[Juvenile] This is brought to you courtesy of Brian McKnight [Brian McKnight] This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive Yes you are, baby I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart Well well well This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive Mmm mmm mmmm I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart Go on and tell 'em about it J, tell 'em about it J [Juvenile] Now when we first met I told you, it was a you thang, and it's a me thang Whatever's goin on in your life I don't have nuttin to do with that You go ahead on and do what you do, y'knahmsayin? And whatever's goin on in my life I'ma let that happen the way it's been happenin Don't change what's goin on, y'knahmsayin? And when we fuck, that ain't got nuttin to do with the rest of the world You don't call me, I ain't gon' call you When we hook up, we just hook up, but OH NO You wan' take it all out of context, and you know what this really is You know what the situation is, why you doin that? [Chorus: Brian McKnight w/ ad libs] This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart [Juvenile] Now here we go again You're scratchin up my car, you're bustin up all my windows You're callin my house, callin my cell phone I shouldn'ta never gave you my number anyway But I thought you was my friend! I thought me and you was bigger than that, y'knahmsayin? But you done lost all that You might as well just lose my number and lose conversation from me, y'knahmsayin? When you see me in public, don't say nuttin to me no mo' Cause you tryin to wreck my life And you know I got a lot goin on in my life right now I got responsibilities, you understand? [Chorus] [Juvenile] So what you got my name tattooed on yo' body? I ain't tell you to go do that! You watchin MTV and BET, that's what you want You got a lil' piece of that and you don't know how to act You goin crazy! You better get your mind together because you know what this is [Chorus - repeat to fade] |
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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)
[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 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]
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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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
[Juvenile]
That's right, it's crunch time now fellas No time to be cryin for momma now, it's the movement C'mon To all my people on them corners I consider as dogs I wish I could break a package down and send it to y'all I know ya feelin me behind them penitentiary walls Put me on the visit list and I'll be in to see y'all Talk to 'em - your mayor ain't your friend, he's the enemy Just to get your vote, a saint is what he pretend to be Fuck him! Ah-listen to me, I got the remedy Save your money up and find out who got 'em for 10 a ki' Bubble, if you don't hustle don't use your energy Cause you gon' be a cellmate or wind up as a memory Yeah, and I could give a fuck if you kin to me My life is up and down and side to side like a centipede [Chorus] Get ya hustle on, nigga get ya hustle on [4X] We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it! We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it! [Juvenile] The loamin hard sparkle like glass Main bitch right behind me lookin sharp in the Jag Security say you don't know me so I talk to 'em bad If a nigga want somethin I got somethin for his ass Choppers - I'm already knowin that it's a G thang Ever since they tried to drown a nigga on the {?} Everybody need a check from FEMA So he can go and sco' him some co-ca-llina Get money! And I ain't gotta ball in the Beemer Man I'm tryin to live, I lost it all in Katrina (damn) And nobody cares what the police thank Everybody fuckin with ki's cause it's a street thang [Chorus] [Juvenile] Wodie! You really feelin your folks Just them crackers behind them desk-es that ain't hearin us though We starvin! We livin like Haiti without no government Niggaz killin niggaz and them bitches is lovin it Fuck Fox News! I don't listen to y'all ass Couldn't get a nigga off the roof with a star pass Talkin - y'all comfortable right now to your own land 'Til a nigga catch ya down bad, starvin and want cash Get your mind right, nigga get your money up You're movin a little somethin, but you ain't done enough Fo' shizzle - you know the boss gonna want a cut Yeahhhhhh - or the boss gon' haveta fuck you up [Chorus - repeat 2X] |
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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
[Chorus]
Dis rain 'sposed to drop, when I first hit the block Niggaz wasn't really feelin me then {"Do it!"} I had a little drama, I was bout that there That's how a nigga kept his name in the wind {"Do it!"} I'm from the projects, as in the 3rd Ward As up in uptown, ah-what you heard of, it goes {"Hey, hey, hey!"} Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes {"Hey, hey, hey!"} Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes [Juvenile] I got ghosts on my team unseen And they only be ridin with me 'til we do one thing The watch, the bling bling, fuck what you heard I ain't even gotta tell 'em nothin to give 'em the word Put bosses on injured reserve, fuck losses Put your sister brother mammy and your pa on the curb I can make an ounce out of a quarter of a bird Introduce you to the killers, all my dogs in the 3rd Know that, this ain't the spot to sco' at Cause you don't know if nigga really got a package or he's scopin to jack If they get'cha won't nobody rat These families been here for years with kids and they not about to demolish that We got {?} and a lot of crack Clearin our tracks cause fiends could be givin 'em a whole lot of facts My lil' spot where it was poppin at Standin in the court all day thinkin of ways to get out of that [Chorus] [Juvenile] Storm with me, waitin on Mignon and Iggy And this one gon' be out'chea in a minute ya hear me? Hoe listen, watch them niggaz, let me do me They gon' spin the bend right now, they know we on duty I got my lil' cutey, I took her from hard times Go 'head hand me the strap when these niggaz get out of line I ain't tryin to size the beef up or measure it But I'm know in your place's where you motherfuckers better get We ain't gotta go back and forth people to settle this X Juvey out, just handle business for Terius I'm Conan wild wod', I'm glow{?}anchardo{?} Run up like a stupid and get thrown in the pile hoe You don't see me with no bodyguards, probably in exotic cars Gettin the 411 from a lot of broads You can get this money with me you ain't gotta starve You my people with this business so I got a job [Chorus] [Juvenile] Yeah I'm focusin on learnin from all your mistakes now Was a face in the crowd, I'm a baller with grace now I miss illegal shit but I don't fuck with the cops Cause I'm always smokin some killer when I cut through the blocks and stop 'Fore I ignore it, my name be in all type of shit Trippin over my car, and I don't even like the bitch Niggaz get that false courage and buck But you ain't doin shit unless the murder rate raise up Lil' wonder, youth symbol stand for two K's up It ain't your motherfuckin business about who pays us Projects know you got some change on ya, it' sa shame on ya I'm fresh out of the shootin range with my aim on ya I heard 'em say they catchin feelings now cause I'm boss Well put your drawers in your booty bitch and break to the North What nigga I ain't feelin nothin, and I ain't fearin none This is the Magnolia and see where this guerilla from [echoes] |
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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)
{*"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)
[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)
(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. 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)
(This is, this is, this is, this is!!)
Yeah... ha ha! Whoahh (yeah) [Juvenile] You put the coke in a tube, and whaddya get Whatever you want a car to the flip of your wrist Drug traffickin been happenin since seventy-six They lock us up cause government be wantin tax from the shit I call my people in Detroit, they get that 9-1-1 Hoe gon' put it in her pussy and come flyin with son And it's plenty full so he gonna consignment some Same nigga that I be gettin the lime-ah from Got yay too! How you want it? Soft piece or hard piece? Work ain't movin, I'll break it down in a heartbeat I'm tryin to put the new 25's on my Rover So when I hit the lakefront they gotta slide over Yeahhh, these hoes be respctin my cars When I pass, they smile and start adjustin they bras Niggaz peep hard and get to twistin they lips But they could easily meet God so homey don't even trip [Chorus] Ridin with the strap on my lap, other one in the dash On the way to drop this nigga off a fo'-and-a-half Last time he put my shit on his tongue He frowned up, cause the boy was NUMB Can you break a brick down? I can break a brick down [3X] I can break a brick down, but I prefer to sellin it whole [Juvenile] I read the paper today and everything was kinda chill Word is circulatin niggaz is tryin to find a deal So he could ride behind the wheel of the 300 and put the dub deuces in the grill You think you can't get killed? Me neither That's why we almost forced to keep heaters A quick ruckus if a bitch touch us Ain't got no beef with no Muslims but move or you get hit brother These streets move forward and backwards These fiends out'chea somethin more than just actors One nigga get popped, another fo' get a package Watchin out for the law man patrollin the action What next? We tryin to bring it back to the team Let our dogs see how it is to do your own thing Not like Baby though, really put your own bling You ain't doin nuttin for me nigga, do your own thing [Chorus] [Juvenile] G shit to 'em, I don't just write rhymes Goin platinum offa talkin about my lifetimes I'm gettin love in these streets cause they like how I rock I'm just a thug on the beat, fuck a hip-hop cop Not jumpin on the bandwagon to get my props Got somethin happenin fo' me right within my block Now, everybody wanna be the king of somethin I guess I'll just call myself the king of hustlin I make things happen nigga, I'm a panhandler Shit not like how it's lookin on camera Won't exercise the right to put the bandana up And nobody gon' handle us, we never put they hammers up You couldn't make it where I survive Right now my city murder rate is at it's all time high And it's a must I have the piece in sight When I'm drivin know I'm showin them no teeth, just eyes [Chorus] [Chorus - second half only minus last half of last line] |
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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)
(feat. Trey Songz)
[Trey Songz - singing] Oh, Oh, Oh, Ooh, Oh, Oh Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Oh, Oh put ya feet up in my shoes for a minute shawty peep the way I do how I'm living you steadily trippin, say I'm trickin with the women girl don't make me get to trippin everything is what I'm givin, I know [Juvenile] I know I'm comin home to big fine after my day done all concerned about how I'm feelin and if I ate somethin you always hear the bullshit stories and never say nothin cause all of 'em in search for a man that's why they stay sufferin though you may think I'm from this bitch to the next a nigga be out here tryna get him a check, but I prefer cash for me and you so don't even much get ya nerves bad they want attention and they don't even deserve that girl you miss Juv-E what you think I don't care What you think I'm bout to go sacrifice this shit for that there they wanna catch the biggest fish in the sea-but he ain't swimmin cause he satisfied and ain't lookin forward to other women [Chorus: Trey Songz] I know, you know (I know, you know) just cause they shakin-don't mean I'm takin I know, you know (you know, yeah) just cause they holla-don't mean I follow I know, you know (you know, baby) just cause they throw it-don't mean I'm catchin I know, you know (you know) no matter how long I'm gone-I'm always comin home to you [Juvenile] You gotta believe me, you don't have to police me I be up in the streets makin sure that me and you eat see women try to tease me but I tell 'em be easy my family needs me so I'm goin where my seeds be I can sign ya poster but I cannot intercourse ya they really wanna solider that's why the bendin it over holla at big daddy I'm comin home like I 'ppose ta with a big ole bag of groceries and somethin that we can smoke up we don't need a passion cause me and you is what's happenin they thought we wasn't adaptin now everybody congratin forget all of that yappin as long as we keep interactin and we keep on attractin to each other with a passion [Chorus] [Juvenile] When the big dog is in ya they gon'wanna bother a G wanna leave way at night and come tomorrow with me yup so they can put a nigga business all in the streets out here tellin folks she gotta problem recordin for keeps she got big ?? tryna get me to the place hopin I reconize her curve but I can't even relate now they be at the red light flashin me with they head lights I know how to play it like tell 'em to get they head right I'm not tryna touch her so you can keep ya lil'rubber you too young for me why ya tryna get me in trouble she know that I love her-look we was meant for each other and she gon' act a fool when she with me under the cover [Chorus - repeat to end] |
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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
(feat. Skip, Redd Eyezz)
[Chorus: Skip - 2X] Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth (POW!) Smack the taste right up out of your mouth (POW!) "I wa-, I wa-" That's what I'm talkin' about (POW!) Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth (POW!) [Skip] Since I hit the TV now I'm a hot topic But that don't mean Skipper won't pop it Ain't that that dude with the H2 and the nice wallet? And I got four words - stay off my dick You wanna make it to where Skip ain't got shit So you could ride around town and spread your gossip Make up stories like "U.T.P. done dropped Skip" "Juve' used the man, paid him and then got rich" C'mon stop it, you're makin' it up Damn, how much hate is enough, boy you faker than fuck "I just saw Skip blazin' it up With a dime piece, smilin', gettin' head in the truck Look, right now he headed for us" (Look!) "You lyin' motherfucker, dude he right behind 'em, you a busta" Cause that's your old lady he with Them hoes is for everbody, stop savin' a bitch [Chorus - 2X] [Redd Eyezz] Open my eyes when the sun rise, blazin' First nigga on the strip, even if my block's hotter than Cajun I cop them Haitan, Jamaicans, Cubans and Yanks Program with every race, now I cuts my own steak Known to take G trips to a town like Wimbleton Get a bust' down spot and be servin' like Wimbledon Black John McEnroe, my rap flows are clapped (uh-hu) Supposed to be hot as Tabasco, look at them assholes now Homie, when I'm seen there's a crowd With head bustas off the streets talkin' loud, ready to wild Get respect for a few things Deranged, the chopper spit And the first off the block to cop a new Range Life is fast, I get cash and write about it At night it ain't safe in the South, we bout it bout it Doubt it and get bodied 'cause the shotty will lift - your big muscleman bodyguard off his shit [Chorus - 2X] [Juvenile] Who lil' daddy with the fitted cap turned back? Know some of these niggaz got respect, he tryin' to earn that Hopefully one of these niggaz with yayo will see that And put him in the right position he tryin' to be at They talkin' in the wind but they no better than the play though They could make a carton or a t-shirt in a day though I ain't tryin' to flex my power bitch but I got say so And I could make a million; American, yen or peso They say I got a attitude, that's not the issue at all Don't get involved when I'm doin' what I have to do I'm suttle now but I could turn into an animal Blow it out of proportion and I ain't understandin' you Not in it for the short, I want the long term Fuck the government, I'ma take care of my own children You gon' have to zip your lip up, before a nigga flip up I don't think they understandin' me, holler at 'em Skipper [Chorus - 4.5X] |
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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. 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)
[Mannie Fresh]
Gentlemen and ladies, it's your boy, the dude Freaky-fre, fre, fre-eh-Fresh We gon' bring it to you somethin like this [Chorus One: Juvenile] Woof, I'm a animal, yes I am a animal I'm a animal, yes I am a animal I'm a animal, yes I am a animal I'm a animal, yes I am a animal [Juvenile] How you just gon' back me up and I'm 2 dollars from bein rich You oughta be grateful a nigga like me even see you BITCH I was thinkin about rockin Arribas, but the gators look nice Nigga was talkin about they was comin out like players tonight They won't let me in with my pistol I'm okay with the knife-a Anything I can get my hands on when the fight starts Could get one of these hoes that's gotta stand, by the right bar Get the wife and she could {?} {?} light stars She ain't stupid, she recognize who it is Enjoy the lyrics on the records, play the songs for the kids For instance, I can come through bouncin in this bitch like what And she's figured this shit, she ready to give that life up Wonderin how do it feel to be with G's like us Be in a better situation than that all night bus You're wild hoe be fuckin up my G's You better get back, I spent six and a quarter for these, ya hear me? [Chorus] [Chorus Two: Juvenile] Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it [Juvenile] I see you watchin how the boy comes to Grover And you wanna overthrown him, knock him off his throne Your potnahs rockin with you 'til they find out who it is Then they gon' try to convince y'all to leave it alone I'm here to sabotage what enemies accomplish They're not about the camouflage, the homies that I ride with I keeps it ghetto for my street people and convicts I don't vouch for nobody, I just make sure I pay homage Hey shorty, this nigga here's a vet like Shaq I don't have to control the ball but I control that rap If I smack you on your ass you gonna throw that back They like it when a gangster take control like that She feels protected when she in that Lexus Givin me head, got me takin all wrong exits I'm not the people you should be upset with I don't mean no harm baby and I'm not sexist [Chorus One + Chorus Two] [Juvenile] A gangsta still fightin charges but he totes that glock Like a junkie with a pipe up in the smoke crack spot I be in every hood, see I knows the block From Watts to one-fo'-fifth by the clothing shops Nope, I ain't rockin with them boys I was with But I'm still blingin and showin off my toys in this bitch When a real nigga show up hoes switch up they games Tell us who they really is and give y'all different names Claimin, she ain't nuttin like them boys be sayin Shit I'm only tryin to knock the pussy outta the frame Look here, I tried to chill but they gave me some mills Me and Mannie back at it, 'bout to get another deal I got my hand wrapped around the steerin wheel Hoes like EWWW they can't understand the grill Skip called me up he got them all on chill Well let's go and get us some hoes so we can do this heah, y'know [Chorus One + Chorus Two] |
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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
(feat. Brian McKnight)
[Juvenile] This is brought to you courtesy of Brian McKnight [Brian McKnight] This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive Yes you are, baby I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart Well well well This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive Mmm mmm mmmm I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart Go on and tell 'em about it J, tell 'em about it J [Juvenile] Now when we first met I told you, it was a you thang, and it's a me thang Whatever's goin on in your life I don't have nuttin to do with that You go ahead on and do what you do, y'knahmsayin? And whatever's goin on in my life I'ma let that happen the way it's been happenin Don't change what's goin on, y'knahmsayin? And when we fuck, that ain't got nuttin to do with the rest of the world You don't call me, I ain't gon' call you When we hook up, we just hook up, but OH NO You wan' take it all out of context, and you know what this really is You know what the situation is, why you doin that? [Chorus: Brian McKnight w/ ad libs] This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart [Juvenile] Now here we go again You're scratchin up my car, you're bustin up all my windows You're callin my house, callin my cell phone I shouldn'ta never gave you my number anyway But I thought you was my friend! I thought me and you was bigger than that, y'knahmsayin? But you done lost all that You might as well just lose my number and lose conversation from me, y'knahmsayin? When you see me in public, don't say nuttin to me no mo' Cause you tryin to wreck my life And you know I got a lot goin on in my life right now I got responsibilities, you understand? [Chorus] [Juvenile] So what you got my name tattooed on yo' body? I ain't tell you to go do that! You watchin MTV and BET, that's what you want You got a lil' piece of that and you don't know how to act You goin crazy! You better get your mind together because you know what this is [Chorus - repeat to fade] |
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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)
[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)
[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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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
[Juvenile]
That's right, it's crunch time now fellas No time to be cryin for momma now, it's the movement C'mon To all my people on them corners I consider as dogs I wish I could break a package down and send it to y'all I know ya feelin me behind them penitentiary walls Put me on the visit list and I'll be in to see y'all Talk to 'em - your mayor ain't your friend, he's the enemy Just to get your vote, a saint is what he pretend to be Fuck him! Ah-listen to me, I got the remedy Save your money up and find out who got 'em for 10 a ki' Bubble, if you don't hustle don't use your energy Cause you gon' be a cellmate or wind up as a memory Yeah, and I could give a fuck if you kin to me My life is up and down and side to side like a centipede [Chorus] Get ya hustle on, nigga get ya hustle on [4X] We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it! We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it! [Juvenile] The loamin hard sparkle like glass Main bitch right behind me lookin sharp in the Jag Security say you don't know me so I talk to 'em bad If a nigga want somethin I got somethin for his ass Choppers - I'm already knowin that it's a G thang Ever since they tried to drown a nigga on the {?} Everybody need a check from FEMA So he can go and sco' him some co-ca-llina Get money! And I ain't gotta ball in the Beemer Man I'm tryin to live, I lost it all in Katrina (damn) And nobody cares what the police thank Everybody fuckin with ki's cause it's a street thang [Chorus] [Juvenile] Wodie! You really feelin your folks Just them crackers behind them desk-es that ain't hearin us though We starvin! We livin like Haiti without no government Niggaz killin niggaz and them bitches is lovin it Fuck Fox News! I don't listen to y'all ass Couldn't get a nigga off the roof with a star pass Talkin - y'all comfortable right now to your own land 'Til a nigga catch ya down bad, starvin and want cash Get your mind right, nigga get your money up You're movin a little somethin, but you ain't done enough Fo' shizzle - you know the boss gonna want a cut Yeahhhhhh - or the boss gon' haveta fuck you up [Chorus - repeat 2X] |
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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
[Chorus]
Dis rain 'sposed to drop, when I first hit the block Niggaz wasn't really feelin me then {"Do it!"} I had a little drama, I was bout that there That's how a nigga kept his name in the wind {"Do it!"} I'm from the projects, as in the 3rd Ward As up in uptown, ah-what you heard of, it goes {"Hey, hey, hey!"} Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes {"Hey, hey, hey!"} Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes [Juvenile] I got ghosts on my team unseen And they only be ridin with me 'til we do one thing The watch, the bling bling, fuck what you heard I ain't even gotta tell 'em nothin to give 'em the word Put bosses on injured reserve, fuck losses Put your sister brother mammy and your pa on the curb I can make an ounce out of a quarter of a bird Introduce you to the killers, all my dogs in the 3rd Know that, this ain't the spot to sco' at Cause you don't know if nigga really got a package or he's scopin to jack If they get'cha won't nobody rat These families been here for years with kids and they not about to demolish that We got {?} and a lot of crack Clearin our tracks cause fiends could be givin 'em a whole lot of facts My lil' spot where it was poppin at Standin in the court all day thinkin of ways to get out of that [Chorus] [Juvenile] Storm with me, waitin on Mignon and Iggy And this one gon' be out'chea in a minute ya hear me? Hoe listen, watch them niggaz, let me do me They gon' spin the bend right now, they know we on duty I got my lil' cutey, I took her from hard times Go 'head hand me the strap when these niggaz get out of line I ain't tryin to size the beef up or measure it But I'm know in your place's where you motherfuckers better get We ain't gotta go back and forth people to settle this X Juvey out, just handle business for Terius I'm Conan wild wod', I'm glow{?}anchardo{?} Run up like a stupid and get thrown in the pile hoe You don't see me with no bodyguards, probably in exotic cars Gettin the 411 from a lot of broads You can get this money with me you ain't gotta starve You my people with this business so I got a job [Chorus] [Juvenile] Yeah I'm focusin on learnin from all your mistakes now Was a face in the crowd, I'm a baller with grace now I miss illegal shit but I don't fuck with the cops Cause I'm always smokin some killer when I cut through the blocks and stop 'Fore I ignore it, my name be in all type of shit Trippin over my car, and I don't even like the bitch Niggaz get that false courage and buck But you ain't doin shit unless the murder rate raise up Lil' wonder, youth symbol stand for two K's up It ain't your motherfuckin business about who pays us Projects know you got some change on ya, it' sa shame on ya I'm fresh out of the shootin range with my aim on ya I heard 'em say they catchin feelings now cause I'm boss Well put your drawers in your booty bitch and break to the North What nigga I ain't feelin nothin, and I ain't fearin none This is the Magnolia and see where this guerilla from [echoes] |
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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)
{*"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)
[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)
(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. 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)
(This is, this is, this is, this is!!)
Yeah... ha ha! Whoahh (yeah) [Juvenile] You put the coke in a tube, and whaddya get Whatever you want a car to the flip of your wrist Drug traffickin been happenin since seventy-six They lock us up cause government be wantin tax from the shit I call my people in Detroit, they get that 9-1-1 Hoe gon' put it in her pussy and come flyin with son And it's plenty full so he gonna consignment some Same nigga that I be gettin the lime-ah from Got yay too! How you want it? Soft piece or hard piece? Work ain't movin, I'll break it down in a heartbeat I'm tryin to put the new 25's on my Rover So when I hit the lakefront they gotta slide over Yeahhh, these hoes be respctin my cars When I pass, they smile and start adjustin they bras Niggaz peep hard and get to twistin they lips But they could easily meet God so homey don't even trip [Chorus] Ridin with the strap on my lap, other one in the dash On the way to drop this nigga off a fo'-and-a-half Last time he put my shit on his tongue He frowned up, cause the boy was NUMB Can you break a brick down? I can break a brick down [3X] I can break a brick down, but I prefer to sellin it whole [Juvenile] I read the paper today and everything was kinda chill Word is circulatin niggaz is tryin to find a deal So he could ride behind the wheel of the 300 and put the dub deuces in the grill You think you can't get killed? Me neither That's why we almost forced to keep heaters A quick ruckus if a bitch touch us Ain't got no beef with no Muslims but move or you get hit brother These streets move forward and backwards These fiends out'chea somethin more than just actors One nigga get popped, another fo' get a package Watchin out for the law man patrollin the action What next? We tryin to bring it back to the team Let our dogs see how it is to do your own thing Not like Baby though, really put your own bling You ain't doin nuttin for me nigga, do your own thing [Chorus] [Juvenile] G shit to 'em, I don't just write rhymes Goin platinum offa talkin about my lifetimes I'm gettin love in these streets cause they like how I rock I'm just a thug on the beat, fuck a hip-hop cop Not jumpin on the bandwagon to get my props Got somethin happenin fo' me right within my block Now, everybody wanna be the king of somethin I guess I'll just call myself the king of hustlin I make things happen nigga, I'm a panhandler Shit not like how it's lookin on camera Won't exercise the right to put the bandana up And nobody gon' handle us, we never put they hammers up You couldn't make it where I survive Right now my city murder rate is at it's all time high And it's a must I have the piece in sight When I'm drivin know I'm showin them no teeth, just eyes [Chorus] [Chorus - second half only minus last half of last line] |
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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)
(feat. Trey Songz)
[Trey Songz - singing] Oh, Oh, Oh, Ooh, Oh, Oh Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Oh, Oh put ya feet up in my shoes for a minute shawty peep the way I do how I'm living you steadily trippin, say I'm trickin with the women girl don't make me get to trippin everything is what I'm givin, I know [Juvenile] I know I'm comin home to big fine after my day done all concerned about how I'm feelin and if I ate somethin you always hear the bullshit stories and never say nothin cause all of 'em in search for a man that's why they stay sufferin though you may think I'm from this bitch to the next a nigga be out here tryna get him a check, but I prefer cash for me and you so don't even much get ya nerves bad they want attention and they don't even deserve that girl you miss Juv-E what you think I don't care What you think I'm bout to go sacrifice this shit for that there they wanna catch the biggest fish in the sea-but he ain't swimmin cause he satisfied and ain't lookin forward to other women [Chorus: Trey Songz] I know, you know (I know, you know) just cause they shakin-don't mean I'm takin I know, you know (you know, yeah) just cause they holla-don't mean I follow I know, you know (you know, baby) just cause they throw it-don't mean I'm catchin I know, you know (you know) no matter how long I'm gone-I'm always comin home to you [Juvenile] You gotta believe me, you don't have to police me I be up in the streets makin sure that me and you eat see women try to tease me but I tell 'em be easy my family needs me so I'm goin where my seeds be I can sign ya poster but I cannot intercourse ya they really wanna solider that's why the bendin it over holla at big daddy I'm comin home like I 'ppose ta with a big ole bag of groceries and somethin that we can smoke up we don't need a passion cause me and you is what's happenin they thought we wasn't adaptin now everybody congratin forget all of that yappin as long as we keep interactin and we keep on attractin to each other with a passion [Chorus] [Juvenile] When the big dog is in ya they gon'wanna bother a G wanna leave way at night and come tomorrow with me yup so they can put a nigga business all in the streets out here tellin folks she gotta problem recordin for keeps she got big ?? tryna get me to the place hopin I reconize her curve but I can't even relate now they be at the red light flashin me with they head lights I know how to play it like tell 'em to get they head right I'm not tryna touch her so you can keep ya lil'rubber you too young for me why ya tryna get me in trouble she know that I love her-look we was meant for each other and she gon' act a fool when she with me under the cover [Chorus - repeat to end] |
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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
(feat. Skip, Redd Eyezz)
[Chorus: Skip - 2X] Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth (POW!) Smack the taste right up out of your mouth (POW!) "I wa-, I wa-" That's what I'm talkin' about (POW!) Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth (POW!) [Skip] Since I hit the TV now I'm a hot topic But that don't mean Skipper won't pop it Ain't that that dude with the H2 and the nice wallet? And I got four words - stay off my dick You wanna make it to where Skip ain't got shit So you could ride around town and spread your gossip Make up stories like "U.T.P. done dropped Skip" "Juve' used the man, paid him and then got rich" C'mon stop it, you're makin' it up Damn, how much hate is enough, boy you faker than fuck "I just saw Skip blazin' it up With a dime piece, smilin', gettin' head in the truck Look, right now he headed for us" (Look!) "You lyin' motherfucker, dude he right behind 'em, you a busta" Cause that's your old lady he with Them hoes is for everbody, stop savin' a bitch [Chorus - 2X] [Redd Eyezz] Open my eyes when the sun rise, blazin' First nigga on the strip, even if my block's hotter than Cajun I cop them Haitan, Jamaicans, Cubans and Yanks Program with every race, now I cuts my own steak Known to take G trips to a town like Wimbleton Get a bust' down spot and be servin' like Wimbledon Black John McEnroe, my rap flows are clapped (uh-hu) Supposed to be hot as Tabasco, look at them assholes now Homie, when I'm seen there's a crowd With head bustas off the streets talkin' loud, ready to wild Get respect for a few things Deranged, the chopper spit And the first off the block to cop a new Range Life is fast, I get cash and write about it At night it ain't safe in the South, we bout it bout it Doubt it and get bodied 'cause the shotty will lift - your big muscleman bodyguard off his shit [Chorus - 2X] [Juvenile] Who lil' daddy with the fitted cap turned back? Know some of these niggaz got respect, he tryin' to earn that Hopefully one of these niggaz with yayo will see that And put him in the right position he tryin' to be at They talkin' in the wind but they no better than the play though They could make a carton or a t-shirt in a day though I ain't tryin' to flex my power bitch but I got say so And I could make a million; American, yen or peso They say I got a attitude, that's not the issue at all Don't get involved when I'm doin' what I have to do I'm suttle now but I could turn into an animal Blow it out of proportion and I ain't understandin' you Not in it for the short, I want the long term Fuck the government, I'ma take care of my own children You gon' have to zip your lip up, before a nigga flip up I don't think they understandin' me, holler at 'em Skipper [Chorus - 4.5X] |
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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. 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)
[Mannie Fresh]
Gentlemen and ladies, it's your boy, the dude Freaky-fre, fre, fre-eh-Fresh We gon' bring it to you somethin like this [Chorus One: Juvenile] Woof, I'm a animal, yes I am a animal I'm a animal, yes I am a animal I'm a animal, yes I am a animal I'm a animal, yes I am a animal [Juvenile] How you just gon' back me up and I'm 2 dollars from bein rich You oughta be grateful a nigga like me even see you BITCH I was thinkin about rockin Arribas, but the gators look nice Nigga was talkin about they was comin out like players tonight They won't let me in with my pistol I'm okay with the knife-a Anything I can get my hands on when the fight starts Could get one of these hoes that's gotta stand, by the right bar Get the wife and she could {?} {?} light stars She ain't stupid, she recognize who it is Enjoy the lyrics on the records, play the songs for the kids For instance, I can come through bouncin in this bitch like what And she's figured this shit, she ready to give that life up Wonderin how do it feel to be with G's like us Be in a better situation than that all night bus You're wild hoe be fuckin up my G's You better get back, I spent six and a quarter for these, ya hear me? [Chorus] [Chorus Two: Juvenile] Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it [Juvenile] I see you watchin how the boy comes to Grover And you wanna overthrown him, knock him off his throne Your potnahs rockin with you 'til they find out who it is Then they gon' try to convince y'all to leave it alone I'm here to sabotage what enemies accomplish They're not about the camouflage, the homies that I ride with I keeps it ghetto for my street people and convicts I don't vouch for nobody, I just make sure I pay homage Hey shorty, this nigga here's a vet like Shaq I don't have to control the ball but I control that rap If I smack you on your ass you gonna throw that back They like it when a gangster take control like that She feels protected when she in that Lexus Givin me head, got me takin all wrong exits I'm not the people you should be upset with I don't mean no harm baby and I'm not sexist [Chorus One + Chorus Two] [Juvenile] A gangsta still fightin charges but he totes that glock Like a junkie with a pipe up in the smoke crack spot I be in every hood, see I knows the block From Watts to one-fo'-fifth by the clothing shops Nope, I ain't rockin with them boys I was with But I'm still blingin and showin off my toys in this bitch When a real nigga show up hoes switch up they games Tell us who they really is and give y'all different names Claimin, she ain't nuttin like them boys be sayin Shit I'm only tryin to knock the pussy outta the frame Look here, I tried to chill but they gave me some mills Me and Mannie back at it, 'bout to get another deal I got my hand wrapped around the steerin wheel Hoes like EWWW they can't understand the grill Skip called me up he got them all on chill Well let's go and get us some hoes so we can do this heah, y'know [Chorus One + Chorus Two] |
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from Juvenile - Reality Check (2006)
(feat. Brian McKnight)
[Juvenile] This is brought to you courtesy of Brian McKnight [Brian McKnight] This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive Yes you are, baby I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart Well well well This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive Mmm mmm mmmm I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart Go on and tell 'em about it J, tell 'em about it J [Juvenile] Now when we first met I told you, it was a you thang, and it's a me thang Whatever's goin on in your life I don't have nuttin to do with that You go ahead on and do what you do, y'knahmsayin? And whatever's goin on in my life I'ma let that happen the way it's been happenin Don't change what's goin on, y'knahmsayin? And when we fuck, that ain't got nuttin to do with the rest of the world You don't call me, I ain't gon' call you When we hook up, we just hook up, but OH NO You wan' take it all out of context, and you know what this really is You know what the situation is, why you doin that? [Chorus: Brian McKnight w/ ad libs] This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart This is a love, you're just addicted to what's addictive I made a big mistake and now you say I'm breakin your heart [Juvenile] Now here we go again You're scratchin up my car, you're bustin up all my windows You're callin my house, callin my cell phone I shouldn'ta never gave you my number anyway But I thought you was my friend! I thought me and you was bigger than that, y'knahmsayin? But you done lost all that You might as well just lose my number and lose conversation from me, y'knahmsayin? When you see me in public, don't say nuttin to me no mo' Cause you tryin to wreck my life And you know I got a lot goin on in my life right now I got responsibilities, you understand? [Chorus] [Juvenile] So what you got my name tattooed on yo' body? I ain't tell you to go do that! You watchin MTV and BET, that's what you want You got a lil' piece of that and you don't know how to act You goin crazy! You better get your mind together because you know what this is [Chorus - repeat to fade] |
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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)
[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 - 400 Degreez (2001)
[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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from Juvenile - 400 Degreez (2001)
That's you with that bad ass benz ha
That's you that can't keep an old lady cause you keep fucking her friends ha You gotta go to court ha You got served a subpeona for child support ha That was that nerve ha You ain't even much get a chance to say a word ha I know i ain't trippin don't your brother got them birds ha You ready to bust one of them niggaz head ha You ain't scared ha You know how to play it ha I know you ain't just gonna let a nigga come and punk you ha Stunt and front you ha Straight up run you ha You know who got that fire green ha You know how to use a triple beam ha Shit ain't hard as it seems ha You keep your body clean ha You got a lot of girbaud jeans ha Some of your partners dope fiends ha You really don't want to fuck with them niggaz ha You come up with them niggaz ha You stuck with them niggaz ha (Chorus) 2X You a paper chaser You got your block on fire Remaining a g until the moment you expire You know what it is yo make nothing out of something You handle your biz and don't be cryin and suffering You can't do nothing but love fresh ha You want to know what we gonna do next ha You bought my tape with a check ha You wearing a vest ha You tryin to protect your chest ha You spent 70 on your benz ha That ain't yours that's for your friends ha You wanna stop these niggaz from playing wit you ha You wanna run the block ha You wanna be the only nigga with rocks ha You keep your gun cocked ha You count the money at the end of the night ha You on a three day flight ha You full of that diesel ha You duckin them people ha Your face was on the news last night ha You the one that robbed them little dudes out they shoes last night ha You don't go in the projects when it's dark ha You claim you thug and you ain't got no heart ha You came in the Nolia on new years eve ha You got stuck in that bitch and couldn't leave ha It was hard for youto breathe ha (Chorus) 2X You a paper chaser You got you block on fire Remaining a g until the moment you expire You know what it is to make nothing out of something You handle your biz and don't be cryin and suffering You got a trespassing charge ha That dick got hard ha When you were looking at them little broads ha You don't know when to quit ha That's you with that shot calling shit ha That's you with that balling shit ha That's you that's taking them hits ha That hoe don't know when to shut up her mouth ha You gonna knock that hoe teeth out ha You done switched to nike to reebok ha You twinkle you golds everytime you leave your house ha Them income tax checks ha You bout to flip that ha You bout to go snort you a gram ha You bout to go put the dope dick on one of these hoe ha When you broke you drove ha When you paid you got bookoo places to go ha You on top ha You rob somebody shop ha You don't think you can be stopped ha You ridin in the benz on 20 inch rims ha (Chorus)2X You a paper chaser You got your block on fire Remaining a g until the moment you expire You know what it is to make nothing out of something You handle you biz and don't be cryin and suffering |
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from Juvenile - 400 Degreez (2001)
I'm charging 600 for some big O's,
You do business with me, you comin' back to get more, My shit is fire, cause it's jumpin' back to twenty-nine, So when niggas shouldn't have no problem 'bout me getting mine, If you come at me with it short, I must say shop closed. Motherfuckers try to get smart you gon' get popped holes, I buck with niggas out that state like Will and Paco, Had conversations for bitches until they got drove, Picture me gently getting twisted off the indo, Baby, Lil' Wayne, B.G., and me committin' sins, dogg, Better beware because we 'bout to spend a Ben, dogg, Don't get caught up without yo' shit cause you will end, dogg, Me and my people got to hustle just to pay the rent, Some of us not in the position that we say we in, Can't have no bill collectors comin' through my residence, That's why everyday I be runnin' for the president, All in, I ain't another nigga, shits irrelevant, You get your head busted for playin' with my intelligence.. yeah... (Chorus) My nine is gonna die with me, Pick up the supply with me, Be up in the ride with me, Do a homicide with me, who, me My nine is gonna die with me Pick up the supply with me Be up in the ride with me Do a homicide with me, who, me My nine is gonna die with me Pick up the supply with me You making shit more complicated than it should be, You feel your death is coming soon, it could be, Nigga got killed because they never understood me, I know your block is similar to how my hood be, This nigga with all of this playing getting on my nerves, He calling me up on the phone saying he want a bird, I told lil' daddy that's not how I handle business, man, How I know you not turning state, and you be witnessin, Doing business with you I'm not even considerin, To be in the same theatre, 'round that you niggas in, Don't move too fast, remember patience is a virtue, And keep your eyes open cause niggas gon' observe you, They waiting for the perfect time that they can hurt you, And if they catch you off your bases, they gon' serve you, I wonder if my people locked up still remember me, I'm talking 'bout you laying in Broaden Penitentiary... All my niggas! (Chorus) My nine is gonna die with me Pick up the supply with me Do a homicide with me Be up in the ride with me, who, me My nine is gonna die with me Pick up the supply with me Do a homicide with me Be up in the ride with me, who, me I already got you listening to what I said, You better straighten up, lil' soldier 'fore I bust your head, Or if you got something you bet' not even show your face, Cause a nigga been doing bad and might explore your place, Look, you know you got a 'Body cause they know you fake, If you want to go to war, I know what it take, Come with a team of choppers, not no thirty-eights, And we gon' turn this 2-11 into a murder case, And me a Russ'y gon' get busy out the Thunderbird, And start a nuclear revolution right up on your curb, Niggas keep fucking with me cause they know I'm gettin' boss, My truck is sitting on twenties, and I'm hittin' broads, If you get beside yourself, then you got to go, You creeping on the C-M-B, that's not possible, I hit a fifty out my chopper and I got some more, You say you ready for me, Whodi, I don't really know.. know... (Chorus) My nine is gonna die with me Do a homicide with me Pick up the supply with me Be up in the ride with me, who, me My nine is gonna die with me Pick up the supply with me Do a homicide with me Be up in the ride with me, who, me My nine is gonna ride with me My nine is gonna die with me Be up in the ride with me Do a homicide with me, who, me Every-muthafuckin-where I go, That bitch gon' be with me, Fuck you ho's, I want my nine... |
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from Juvenile - 400 Degreez (2001)
(feat. Big Tymers & B.G.)
Mannie Fresh playboy I know you love these diamonds (they beautiful ha) Nigga, "How You Luv That?" All that stuntin and frontin It's all about them diamonds boy [Baby] Nigga it's a pretty day, and it's flossin season Added six tires to my new machinery Double R like to ball like it's no tomorrow Pretty broads and we fuckin these superstars Chrome rims, niggaz ridin new Benz TV's, Cadillacs with the new fends Wet paint, niggaz takin trips to the banks Hittin malls spendin twenty G's like stars Rolex, PlayStations in the Hummer Just to show these stupid hoes that we worth somethin My stuntin name Evel Knievel, keep it real Let me pop a wheelie, hoes love stuntin cause I got love Gold slugs, stuntin cause we got love Motorbike button rims cause we livin right Game tight take a tramp make her out a champ Overnight got the yole if your money right Solid TV's PlayStation with the B.G. It's all gravy playboy cause it's flossin season A million dollars ain't nothin to me nigga but a million hoes is game to me playboy [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Nahh nahh - flossers, let me see you rollin your rims Ballers, helicopters, bikes, and Bourbans It's on us, C-M-R are millionaires Let 'em know it's flossin season everywhere We flossers, let me see you rollin your rims Ballers, helicopters, bikes, and bourbans It's on us, C-M-R are millionaires Let 'em know it's flossin season everywhere [B.G.] I got to get my shine on, do it every time Seventeens on up, that's all I ride In ninety-eight, I been havin them hoes throwin up They don't know if I'm in a helicopter or in a truck I fuck they head up, cause I floss so much Police had me up cause a nigga so young (ha bruh?) But you know me nigga.. that ain't gon' stop B.G. nigga (at all) Cause the next day you will see nigga me in somethin else with a TV nigga (f'real) Fuck it, I'ma floss like that I got scrilla Come try to take it, you're fuckin with a guerilla I got a watch you can see from a block away I got a chain you'll see that'll shock the day My click do what we say, we don't stunt wit it Off top Big Tymers gon' come with it Layin it down this month cause we got a reason (fo' sho') and we gon' rip shit up cause it's flossin season [Chorus] [B.G.] We flossers, what what what? I say we ballers, what what what? [Juvenile] This is the season for the flossers nigga Ride top notch shit, fuck what it cost you nigga Ain't got no TV's or CD's in it - I ain't gon' ride in it If it ain't no overseas type shits - I ain't gon' drive it This ain't the summer to swing the top off This the season niggaz come out on them 20's and ball It ain't no secret I'ma stunter, like Evel Knievel Jumpin out Lex's and Hummer's, showin off for my people When I pull up in V.I.P. they say that's a nice car Bitches all in my face can't even make it to the bar Me, broke and assed-out? Never that man I got some shit up in my ear you can see from a airplane I don't think Super D. can pull a stunt like me Got karats on both of my pinkies, ten thousand ap-iece Today I might lay low with Kent I built my house in the East Fuck that, I'ma play bourban it's a thousand a suite [Mannie Fresh] Who had the, first bourban with the livin room set Who the only nigga you know that drive a burgundy jet How many cities you know, named after me? (uhh..) It's gon' be a bunch of them motherfuckers when I finish G Now baby - I know you missed us Big daddy light up a room like Christmas Shine like a light bulb - rich thug Let that little girl come over here and give a millionaire a hug McGyver ain't liver than a, Big Tymer Big dick a million dollars and a, Pathfinder Mr. Betty Crocker cake maker, casino breaker Tell Shaq I got a half a mill' ridin on the Lakers Pack my bitches up and move to the hills Thirty days a month - thirty Automobiles The Lexus or Benz that come out in the year two thousand I got one of them bitches parked around corner by the housin The bike I got come out in the year two thousand ten Eleven fifty zoop with the batman fin The ring I got, Liberace want it He couln't afford that bitch but I can afford to flaunt it Chorus [B.G.] We flossers, what what? |
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from Juvenile - 400 Degreez (2001)
Verse 1
In these times we gotta hustle cuz our pockets be hurt Lil niggas wanna get fronted from who got work Is you ready for that, you won' be wise to buss Let a nigga know where they at, so aint no stoppin' us If you handle yo business right I'ma promote yo ass You bitch out and try to kite I'ma come smoke yo ass The shit that I'm givin' you they tryin' blood ta get The vicks be runnin' too because they love this shit So don't come with that, no one bout it shit was cool Niggas tried to rob me nobody was comin' through Snitches I can't have that Bitches I can't have that Riches you can have that Just bring me my cash back Look..its all gravy with me go 'head and shine Thats how you play it with me, you big tyme All I want is the Gs With a trunk full of keys A benz on 20s You got something you can lend me Shit...nigga I aint doing nothin' for me for free Can't put no trust in you niggas cuz yall be tryin' to run G Cuz I don't like the dream about makin' no cheese Wanna see my muthafuckin' bank account O.D.ed [(over dosed)] (Chorus) 2X Until then I'ma be thuggin' behind a project buildin' Smokin' that fire be with the ghetto children Plottin' on a way that we can make a million (million lawd lawd) Verse 2 Now I'm on some shit again Leave a nigga stranded like Gilligan Hundred G's I'm considerin' Lex it for a million Catch it nigga I'm killin'em They spot but I aint feelin'em My jacket off appearin them Some a say its numerary Parntnas in for sipperin' Juvenile is different Look at what I did to them Niggas wearin' reeboks instead of nikes and timbalands Bitch niggas I be tippin'em My mac 9 it be flippin'em Some of these niggas is tryin ta run G So I be jippin'em They would do the same to me Niggas aint no family Shit is all a game to me But nobody gone handle me 400 degreez Tottin' guns runnin' with me No wonder we need Mo money one could receive Nigga wanna deal with this christ I'ma put it open in his life Never should I fuck with me right Why you keep duckin' me shy I'ma knock ya head off Nigga tryin' ta get to ya fuck tryin' ta play it off You made the beef nigga so why is you scared If you mind yo fuckin' business then yo life would be spared I can't see it Nigga try ta make me out a bitch I can't be it I had a muthafuckin' problem with niggas like freed me You probably can save yall self but you can't save yall neighbors Um, and now I got cha spinnin' on round like a baseball playa Put on this the table I'ma hit'em a nine Foolish I had ta tame ta keep these niggas in line Look cuz I don't like dreamin' about makin' no cheese Wanna see my muthafuckin bank account ODed [(over dosed]) (Chorus) 2X Ask them niggas bout me Bet them bitches know me Magnolia head buster out that wild T.C. I'ma young nigga Look at what ya done, nigga You done made me mad Now I'm goin' get my gun, nigga Betta watch cha tongue, nigga Cuz I'm gettin' dumb, nigga Killed one nigga Represent where I'm from, nigga See thangs don't cha never do...fuck with a man...his change, or his mamma You do that you want drama Fuck with a big tyma, fo sho you gone see I'm out chea, which one of you boys want me I'ma keep it real with ya Ya say you the man, I know I'm the man, and I'm ready ta deal with cha I'm prepared for the toe taggin' Keep my reeboks strapped tight with my gibauds saggin' Now, I done rocked a couple of Gs and done flipped that two times I know I'm in a problem and they gonna persuit mine I got bills ta pay I can't be playin' with you jokers These youngsters somethin' else now ya bout ta get promoka You can't understand how a nigga my age Can hit the streets psyhced up bustin' with the twelve gage But I don't like ta dream about makin' no cheese In the future wanna see my fuckin' pockets Oded [(over dosed)] (Chorus) 1X |
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from Juvenile - 400 Degreez (2001)
I want me a mill
To see just how it feel No worries bout no bills, negotiating deals Buy me some shit Stuntin' in this bitch 20s be on hit Everything legit I don't want no war But I can take it far Put bullets in your car, whoever that you are Woodie get in line Make sure you aint gone shine We be slangin iron Everyday and everytime Just because I'ma bad I rammy after jags When I get a sack To niggas I'ma threat Keep on gettin' blowed Aint worried bout these hoes Boy you know thats cold The way I got'em drove Shinin' like white diamonds Nothin' but big tymin My situation climbing But simply cuz I'm rhymin' The shit done hit the fan They callin' me the man Ya'll boys don't understand This shit's going as planned Chorus: Now follow me now if you want it on Salute at ease, then you carry on Nigga drop and gimme 50 if you do it wrong I'm into weapons I control the dome Give me all my chesse With no static please Go off with these reeds In between your knees You playin' you gone learn Yo partners aint gone turn Right after you get burned We gone get them some churn I'ma tell you once I'm bout pullin' stunts Got golds on my fronts Stay full of them blunts I don't want be broke I gotta feed my folks Cuttin' niggas throats Then runnin' by these hoes Open up yo chase Let me get a taste A lot of niggas fake Can't let it go to waste I wont let it be Give that there to me All of ya'll gone see Me in luxury Look me in my eyes Don't tell me no lies You wanna take my life You tryin' to get some trife None of you I fear I'm runnin' this right chea Aint gone shed no tears When you disappear Chorus: I try to leave that lone But you did that wrong You call me on the phone And told me it was on Now I'm in them streets Bringin' all that heat Straight to where you sleep Won't even let you eat Somebody gonna snitch And go out like a bitch But I'ma get'em quick And hit'em with my shit Them laws gonna try to bust But I don't give a fuck He would of shot me up If he'd of got me stuck I'ma take my charge Aint cryin' like no broad And holla at them boys On the boulevard Woodie I'm in jail Get all off my mail See about my bail Get me out this hell So I can see the block And open up my shop I hope that bitch aint hot Nobody got my spot |
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from Juvenile - 400 Degreez (2001)
(feat. Hot Boys & Big Tymers)
B.G. & (Baby) Cash Money slangin nine nigga (Off top playboy) H.B's and The B.G.'s (What's happing little B.G. bring it to these niggas) (B.G.) When I got that iron in my hand I'm going to slang it When I got that drama on my mind I'm going to bring it I ain't backing down from no nigga that's hatin If the nigga say I ain't bout my buisness look here he hatin (Baby) Comin uptown playboy we gonna slang it If I catch down nigga bad we gonna leave ya stainin Fuckin wit my H.B's nigga I'm gonna bring it Rollin uptown stay strap and keep thinkin' (B.G.) Cause a nigga get stolen Better yet get takin Paper is burn They come fast, ya cant shake it Picture this my brother Cash Money done went nation That come's from 7 hard years of dedication (Baby) Fuckin with B.G. nigga I'm puttin on your viece and I'm a kill me a nigga That's believing worth 6 figures we call hard hitters We uptown riders and we real with this nigga (nigga) (B.G.) Police can investigate but they ain't gonna find shit But a 100 bullet shells without a fucking fingerprint This Hot Boy click laid back and spy on niggas We see them working on something look here we riders Ain't like working niggas Any block with a flussy That goes for the boss too We ain't got no picks to choose it We get cha if we gotta Wig split cha if we gotta I know you ain't got word that B.G.'s a rider So keep it on the D.L If you got keys don't serve nobody but off V.L 'Cause they play for keeps A one way ticket to hizell 6 ft. deep It's a filthy dirty rizell On the U.P.T I was raised in the streets But I put it on my mind By the time I was nine I was pushin nigga I was slangin that nine (Lil Wayne) Na, Na, Na, Na Now them them don't want us They know me and Turk don't fuss in the corners They already know that we brothers, Blood Or whatever you wanna call it Click up wit my dog we get crazy like alcholics Plus we ballers So whatever we spin the Lex or Benz Its gonna be on twenny, twen, twens (Turk) Get off the block when we come nigga (nigga) To the lane Shots that close shop when the bullets start sparying Run your mouth too much, better watch what cha sayin Like a nigga on the sideline, nigga we ain't playin (Lil Wayne) Na, Na, Na, Na Now why O why Lord The nigga wanna try and die Lord (Turk) Niggaz wanna learn hard way Give it to 'em like that Make 'em suffer Put that bitch wit a bag (Juvenile) I guess you probably standin there sayin, "Who's the muthafucka?" Nigga Juv's the muthafucka, thata bruise a muthafucka Either there's been a lot of cross-firing in the bricks And I'm gonna kill me a nigga If they put me in that shit Look I'm gonna tell ya like I tell my folks Play with me if you want but Cash Money going broke Even if it means creepin up slow Busting out shots out my black Volvo Fo sho, 'cause ain't nobody gonna run me I don't want nobody going to tell my mama when somebody done me She ain't bring me in the world for that She ain't raise no ho's She could have had a girl for that I been realized, I'm all in Surrounded by the camoufalge, in ballin Make a nigga recognize, I'm starvin Go in and do a homicide, you fallin, stop callin Cause ain't no peace treaties wodie You better leave that 45 at your house cause you gonna need it wodie I told you boy, I'm a souljah boy U.T.P up on my stomach from the Nolia boy (B.G. Talking) Slangin nine Fo sho nigga That's how we layin it down for the '98 all the way to the '99 Worldwide Slangin nine All you bus pass niggas better recognize (Juvenile Talking) This on here bouncin all out ya heard me Ask my nigga Prime nigga Ask my nigga Lac nigga Ask my nigga B Dog nigga Ask Manny Ask Ruckus Ask my brother Corey Ask B.G.'s nigga Ask Suga Slimm (B.G. Talking) You ain't got no muthafuckin heart Got the butcha knife chillin Slicing throats we doin it like that nigga Ah ha, Ah ha How You Luv That now nigga? What's up now nigga? Talk that shit now What, What's up I thought we was what kind of boys Nigga what, nigga who what, nigga ha (Juvenile Talking) I know yall gonna hear me all over the nation So this is for the East Coast, the South Coast, the West Coast, over the world Nigga ain't no beef nigga It's bout money Nigga if you ain't making no money I can't talk (B.G. Talking) Shut the fuck Nigga ain't got no words for ya It's all about the fetti |
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from Juvenile - 400 Degreez (2001)
(feat. Lil' Wayne)
(Juvenile) I be comin' up wit da glock toy You can stop boy You ain't heard I'm off tha block boy Chipp-pedy chop boy Off in ya cut is where I'm layin Ready fo' sprayin' Soon as I see yo face and hand I ain't wit dat playin' My daddy showed me how to play it in a situation My daddy tol' me I ain't shit wit outta occupation So I played the game Bust yo head if you said my name I had some of deez niggaz scared I came I kno' some niggaaz out tha (mag)nolia that'll ride fo' me I kno' some niggaz hollin' solja dat a die fo' me T.C., L.T., Magnolia and six Oh you want some of dat fire dope you can score in da bricks You disrespectin' my mind cuz you keep comin' short I might hitcha wit dat iron cuz you need ta be taught You keep showing yo teeth cuz you thank its a joke You mus thank deez bullets ain't real and you ain't gon git smoke (Chorus) Now if ya at dat second line and dem boyz gotta gun You betta run for it, run for it, run And if ya too deep in some beef and dem boyz bout ta come You betta run for it, run for it, run If ya ain't gotta strap but cho enemy got one You betta run for it, run for it, run And if you git into it wit a cash money brotha You betta run for it, run for it, run (Lil Wayne) I be in all black sometimes Sometimes I be jumpin out trees in camouflage Me and Juvenile got two keys we bout ta ride Dem boyz playin wit da U.P.T. well dey gots to die Man its that deep It's a tragedy That you can test me Heard I run in houses don't put it past me Hell look boy you betta tell deez niggaz Fo' I mask up and try ta kill deez niggaz You'ont' want my stress troubles I be back in 2 hummers and 5 lex-bubbles Wa my big brother Juvy Tol' me not to eva letta nigga screw me Tol' me if I eva did he would do me Gave me two guns and sent me round dey shootin' And then they start runnin' Hardest niggaz on tha block started actin like a woman Tha 4-foot stranger in ya area bustin' Load it up and slide it in Cock it back pop it out we ridin ??? ? I'll run in a busta spot I'll sit on a busta porch I'll sleep on a busta block Apply five and then let go !Bang! Lil' cowards keep playin, get hurt Motha-flirk see I'ont' curse But'll wet up yo shirt Look all my enemy's see me comin All my enemy's peeeeeeeeeuuuunggggggghhhhh be runnin' (Chorus) (Juvenile) You thank I'm playin-a somthin Lil Woo dey' I ain't trippin' Tha beef started last week and dem niggaz still be hittin' Two children got killed and a ol' lady got hit Look I'm bout ta git tha fuck cuz I ain' got no time fo' dis shit Now you can be comin' through And runnin to a gun if you feel That they ain't gon' do you shit cuz ya real I'ont' wanna be witcha when its hapning either I probally be some where ducked off takin a nap wit my people I'd rather see it on T.V. than see it in person Having my fucking' head hurtin' When dem 30's be burstin' Bet if yo beef see ya he ain't gon wait fo' ya dog Our all gon' try to rearrange ja face fo' ya dog 2nd line and round dem clubs ain't no place fo ya dog Dem same niggaz you come up wit playa-hatin ya dog I see em comin wit choppers and I know they gon' bust Lil' Wayne hol' up We kiting out sho' nuff' (Chorus) 2x Run for it Ya betta run for it, run for it Ya betta run for it, run for it Go git cha gun for it Ya betta run for it, run for it, run Run for it, run for it, run, run for it Run for it, run, run for it, run for it, run Get cha gun for it , gun for it, gun Get cha gun for it gun for it |
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from Juvenile - 400 Degreez (2001)
That's you with that bad ass benz ha
That's you that can't keep an old lady cause you keep fucking her friends ha You gotta go to court ha You got served a subpeona for child support ha That was that nerve ha You ain't even much get a chance to say a word ha I know i ain't trippin don't your brother got them birds ha You ready to bust one of them niggaz head ha You ain't scared ha You know how to play it ha I know you ain't just gonna let a nigga come and punk you ha Stunt and front you ha Straight up run you ha You know who got that fire green ha You know how to use a triple beam ha Shit ain't hard as it seems ha You keep your body clean ha You got a lot of girbaud jeans ha Some of your partners dope fiends ha You really don't want to fuck with them niggaz ha You come up with them niggaz ha You stuck with them niggaz ha (Chorus) 2X You a paper chaser You got your block on fire Remaining a g until the moment you expire You know what it is yo make nothing out of something You handle your biz and don't be cryin and suffering You can't do nothing but love fresh ha You want to know what we gonna do next ha You bought my tape with a check ha You wearing a vest ha You tryin to protect your chest ha You spent 70 on your benz ha That ain't yours that's for your friends ha You wanna stop these niggaz from playing wit you ha You wanna run the block ha You wanna be the only nigga with rocks ha You keep your gun cocked ha You count the money at the end of the night ha You on a three day flight ha You full of that diesel ha You duckin them people ha Your face was on the news last night ha You the one that robbed them little dudes out they shoes last night ha You don't go in the projects when it's dark ha You claim you thug and you ain't got no heart ha You came in the Nolia on new years eve ha You got stuck in that bitch and couldn't leave ha It was hard for youto breathe ha (Chorus) 2X You a paper chaser You got you block on fire Remaining a g until the moment you expire You know what it is to make nothing out of something You handle your biz and don't be cryin and suffering You got a trespassing charge ha That dick got hard ha When you were looking at them little broads ha You don't know when to quit ha That's you with that shot calling shit ha That's you with that balling shit ha That's you that's taking them hits ha That hoe don't know when to shut up her mouth ha You gonna knock that hoe teeth out ha You done switched to nike to reebok ha You twinkle you golds everytime you leave your house ha Them income tax checks ha You bout to flip that ha You bout to go snort you a gram ha You bout to go put the dope dick on one of these hoe ha When you broke you drove ha When you paid you got bookoo places to go ha You on top ha You rob somebody shop ha You don't think you can be stopped ha You ridin in the benz on 20 inch rims ha (Chorus)2X You a paper chaser You got your block on fire Remaining a g until the moment you expire You know what it is to make nothing out of something You handle you biz and don't be cryin and suffering |
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from Juvenile - 400 Degreez (2001)
(feat. Turk, Lil' Wayne & Paparue)
Why, why, why Why, why, why Why, why Cash Money, Rich Niggaz Look [Lil' Wayne] Loud pipes, big rims Nigga, that's my life When I pull up at the club sorry that's my night I know a lot of haters probably sayin that that's not right Well, my diamonds so much bigger So, that's my life Gleam, gleam Now, only carry big face and you hear the ching, ching Now, you can ask your wife and she will say the same thing And your children be amazed when they see me on the big screen Ha, ha, ha I crack myself up I know I talk lot but I can back myself up Got a little house on the beach that's where I shack myself up You ain't really got more money than me Think about it Let's just say somebody gave me a check to think about it So I just bought a new Rollie and got to take a link up out it And me with no ice is like a Prince concert that ain't crowded They see the Beam, and the truck, and the B-12 And we was next Then that's when I pull up in the B-E-L Le-Le-Lex Ha (1st Chorus) I'm on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot We on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot [Juvenile] Juvenile used to be R-E-T-A bound Now I be bustin these bitches head when I come 'round Acting like a nigga that ain't never had shit Look into my bed sayin that's a mad hit I'll damned if these diamonds and golds ain't shinin My Rollie ain't mine and my bank ain't climbin You lookin at a multi-millionaire in the flesh Might don't have it now, but I just got me a check I can walk it like I talk it, play it how I say it Teach it like I preach it; now, put that in your head Nigga, bet a thousand, shoot a thousand - ain't nuttin Smoke a pound, pop the Cristal and drink somethin Meet me in the casino, way in the back Losin money like a motherfucker, still shooting craps Tomorrow I'll be back, I got millionaire status We make so much money IRS be lookin at us (Repeat 1st Chorus 1X) [Turk] I got more ends than Bonnie have in a factory I'm Lil Turk, I'm living large, got the baddest hoes after me Picture me, a young nigga bawling out of control Playing with millions, laying in condos Nigga I shine, shine through the fucking week The flyiest ride with crystal in the passenger seat Don't hate me, 'cause I'm a little bawler Got more weight than Angola Fucking your girl Carla Nigga I stunt, And I'm a stunt 'til I can't no more Chest lit up like the oaks From the diamonds I sport Yo, I can't be touched Don't think I'm too much, nigga I'm rich what the fuck Rolex crushed out with the bezel And all the foes that get close to me got to be on my schedule I got so much money I don't know what to do Buy isles and cars And break bread with my crew (2nd Chorus) I'm on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot We on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot B.G. on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot [Paparue] Uh, uh, uh Hear me It's like, monkey see, monkey do Rolling with the Cash Money Runners I stay true Cause when were running and climbing on the million-dollar scene Holding together, mo-de-ming, mo-de-ming When I bring out the rubber around the Hummer ??? Benz, or in the Lex Bubble When I start they said I had no fame Now all the girls just end up calling my name 10 G's to ??? Fax the contract to big Cash Money Cause you know this whole clique right with me They're right with me Sip-pe-di-dy Won't count the diamonds just around my neck X amount-a dollars on a bankroll check If you want to really come and sing with me Those that got me wicked, then I do some free For free! |
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from Juvenile - 400 Degreez (2001)
Girl you working with some ass, yeah.. You bad, yeah..
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah.. His last, yeah.. Ho's frown when you pass, yeah.. They mad, yeah.. You can ride in the Jag, yeah.. With daddy yeah.. You could smoke or buy bag, yeah.. Of grass, yeah.. Got money I could flash, yeah.. And trash, yeah.. I'm a Big Tymer nigga, yeah.. Pull the trigger, yeah.. A player hater flipper, yeah.. Grave filler, yeah.. I be slanging wood, yeah.. Out the hood, yeah.. Let it be understood, yeah.. It's all good, yeah.. Got a nigga screaming "Lord!", yeah.. On the hard, yeah.. A smooth little rug, yeah.. I wanna rub, yeah.. I make you do a trick, yeah.. On the dick, yeah.. You claimin' you wanna bitch, yeah.. That ain't shit, yeah.. The nigga with the money, yeah.. Don't act funny, yeah.. Got birds and I'm running, yeah.. 'Bout a hundred, yeah.. (Hook) Girl, you looks good, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. You's a fine muthafucka, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. Call me Big Daddy, when you Back That Ass Up.. Ho, who is you playing with.. Back That Ass Up Girl, you looks good, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. You's a fine muthafucka, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. Call me Big Daddy, when you Back That Ass Up.. Girl, who is you playing with.. Back That Ass Up Girl, you looks good, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. You's a fine muthafucka, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. You got a stupid ass, yeah.. Make me laugh, yeah.. Make a nigga wanna grab that.. Autograph that.. I'm sweating in my draws, yeah.. Hard off, yeah.. Wanna walk it like a dog, yeah.. Break you off, yeah.. Get mine, you gon' get yours, yeah.. That's for sure, yeah.. You fuckin' with my nerves, yeah.. To the curb, yeah.. I know you bitches know, yeah.. And it show, yeah.. But a nigga got some more, yeah.. I'm 'bout to flow, yeah.. Fresh off some shit, yeah.. In his bitch, yeah.. We be making hits, yeah.. After hits, yeah.. Them titties sitting nice, yeah.. I wanna bite, yeah.. I could fuck you right, yeah.. All night, yeah.. Wanna bring it to my house, yeah.. On the couch, yeah.. Knock the pussy out, yeah.. Get the mouth, yeah.. I wanna see these ho's, yeah.. Bend it low, yeah.. Let me run it in the hole, yeah.. Let me know, yeah.. (Hook) Girl, you looks good, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. You's a fine muthafucka, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. Call me Big Daddy, when you Back That Ass Up.. Ho, who is you playing with.. Back That Ass Up Girl, you looks good, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. You's a fine muthafucka, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. Call me Big Daddy, when you Back That Ass Up.. Ho, who is you playing with.. Back That Ass Up.. (Mannie Fresh): I know you can't stand it, Dick Bandit.. Done landed, See ya' drawers handed.. We can go get it y'all.. Game spit it y'all.. Put the bitch on a roll, then I hit it y'all.. Lookin' kind of lonely, I'm feeling horny.. Put the dick in the middle like Mony.. Big dick plumber chick, and a hummer chick.. Beat the dick, like a motherfuckin' drummer chick.. See that putty cat.. Look at that.. I love to fuck a hoody-rat.. That's a fact.. You's a muthafuckin' trick girl, quit it girl.. I'm the nigga, the nigga, nigga.. That hit it girl.. (Hook) Girl, you looks good, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. You's a fine muthafucka, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. Call me Big Daddy, when you Back That Ass Up.. Ho, who is you playing with.. Back That Ass Up Girl, you looks good, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. You's a fine muthafucka, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. Call me Big Daddy, when you Back That Ass Up.. Ho, who is you playing with.. Back That Ass Up.. (Lil Wayne) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.. After you back it up, then stop.. Then wha-wha-wha.. Drop, drop it like it's hot. Nah after you back it up, then stop.. Nah, wha-wha-wha-what.. Drop it like it's hot.. Now drop It like it's hot.. Drop, drop it like it's hot.. C-M-B make you drop it like it's hot.. Drop it like it's hot.. Drop, drop it like it's hot.. (Hot) Drop it like it's hot.. Drop, drop it like it's hot.. HA! |
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from Juvenile - 400 Degreez (2001)
Verse 1
Woodie we get down but to a certain extent All that cha shoin' with them hoes be gettin my name bent I'm showin' you love but I love my money even mo Disrespect me or play me off the top you gotta go My people play me we ain't gettin down no mo Look that ain't how it's 'posed to be but thats the way it's gone go I ain't with that front shit That playin' with gun shit That f**kin' with niggas who think they run shit All that tongue shit When my gone click, niggas silencin' down You was hollin' like a motherf**ker bitch holla at me now Peep, what made a nigga wanna go and mess with me bone And he gettin' on my nerves, I'm bout to go in his home Bitch my brother ain't no hoe Bitch my mother ain't no hoe Bitch my father ain't no hoe Why you try ta play me like a hoe Shit, I matter as well just go head on and bust his head 'cause them people gone give me the charge anyway If ya come up late Now tell'em bout that beemer I got Tell'em bout that new home I got Tell'em bout that cousins on crome I got You ta show ya shit Thats why you showed you was a bitch Now you runnin with yo melon 'cause you know you gone get it split Verse 2 Niggas ridin' impala's with them rattler stripes Passin' hollin at hoes with the f**k finger sayin f**k'em black I'm stackin' gs movin keys thats my life black Niggas orderin' vests Just ta protect they chests And duckin' these niggas tryin ta use they smit-n-wessons Playboy, I'm ridin' in suburbans To land roovers to range roovers niggas with automatics Niggas ridin' big bodies I done did that I'm ridin' jags drop top and I can do that I'm lettin' these hoes hair blow if they got that I don't f**k with bald head hoes I ain't with that I talk shit and I got the cream and the jewels to do that I walk it like I talk playboy you can believe that Then new ice yellow diamonds and I'm lovin' that Blue diamonds big tymin' and I'm with that I done made more money independent then made a nigga went gold I put that on my soul and my gold And my 20 inch rims on my range roover with t.v.'s And I'm lovin' these hoes I flip mo keys than a acrobat ten nigga you can Believe that Me and my brother go rock for rock Walk block for block And if we got beef with a nigga we'll go glock for glock No mo sellin' keys on the d.l. I wanna holla at v.l. Lets say rest in peace to l and t nigga Verse 3 I live my life on full Unzip my pants and I pull A big dick baby You look sick maybe You can use a nigga that'll hold ya hand I tell ya what ya suck my dick I'll be your man Now here it is diamonds for the bithces that I f**k Not , I get the pussy make like donald and duck To the next project scattered site or crib Slangin' dick where you live I don't really give, a precious second of my pimp playa time You can taste the kool-aid but don't drink the wine Holy-rosy diamond bizeal, 20 inch whevzeal 98 cromed out gangsta grizeal Take one of my bitches and I'm f**kin Sistas anties grandmas and cousins Mommas baby mommas family members and all that shit If the bitch need guidance them I'm her pimp [talkin] mannie fresh Whoa check this out ya dig Its a lot of niggas out here baller blockin See what I'm sayin' standin' in the way Let the f**kin' ballas through see what I'm sayin Ya'll niggas had the catalogs See what I'm sayin' now pass that bitch on man Let a real nigga you know play his thang man Its some niggas out here ridin' on 20s ya dig on yokahamas Skinnys and all that kinda shit see what I'm sayin' I mean wood ever f**kin where See what I'm sayin' bro you love that huh. (juvenile)-yeah I love that (mannie) convertable tops (juvenile)- I love that cash money symbol on my chest And these diamonds shinin' from here to magnolia projects ya heard me (mannie)- thats what I'm talkin' bout man ain't nothin' like man, Cause you know sometimes I let these lil girls lick my chains man You know You can't be kissin on me but you can kiss my diamonds And shit ain't nothin' wrong with that thats beautiful baby That is truly beautiful, this shit is Pimpalicious see what I'm sayin (juvenile)- I just love that |
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from Juvenile - 400 Degreez (2001)
Yo yo my name is ICE the game for me is like a strom i Thought I worn ya'll
bamas how i roll with army bandans kids schatter when I come around pokets full of candy gettin puppy love winks from BRANDY I'm shy so i'm going to Plan "B" can't let the teacher see her with detintion not to menchtion moms might cerk out probly tomorrow recss seem like a long day yo I'm gone a get mine cause I got dimondas on my finger wathe's on my wrist braclet on the other 1 how cool is this I gota girl her mother real nice so go out and buy her some ice. |
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from Juvenile - 400 Degreez (2001)
(Robotic Voice) : 400 degreez
Verse 1: Ya see me I eat sleep shit and talk rap Ya seen that 98 mercedes on TV, I bought dat I had some felony charges, I fought dat Been sent to no return but still was bought back Nigga threw some slangs at me wardie, I caught dat I punished them lil bitches before they can car jack Now I'm lookin for they family and pile up the war bat If I aint a hotboy then what do you call that Nigga disrespect me, I'ma be in all black Companied by some niggas bout killin' and all dat Me Cory and Mercy gettin' dunked on Ride top down so we let the trucks pause In the jeep ridin' four deep I booted up at these nigga claimin' they know me [Chorus] (Robotic Voice) You don't want to fuck wit me Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz (repeat 2x) Verse 2 Bitch what, I'll bust ya ass up Don't even go there wardie, cuz I'm ready to mass up I heard about the money thats some nice change For the right price I'll bust the right range Hard as a nigga try I can't do the right thing Only God knows what the future might bring Nigga might be shy, nigga might be triffling Nigga might survive if he buy that riffling With something that'll stop a nigga from playin' Sumin like a chopper or a grenade in his hand Boy look, nigga don't play no games no mo Nigga'll bust ya head if you bang his hoe Attitude adjustments, do ya'll need? Don't call the enforcements, nigga call me I bet cha I'll get them niggas off yo block I bet cha I'll show them niggas this boy hot (Chorus) Alright stop, cuz I done had enough When it comes to my pockets, I'm ready to bust Baby let me get the keys to the rover truck Man let me get this beef shit over brah Aint no bitches here, I'm from the 'nolia brah Bust ya beefs head, cuz it was told to us How I'ma be runnin' with these killas and backin' down How I'ma look in front of my people, like a clown The G code what we live by and we die by The book is what we will never abide by Niggas drive by, gettin loose Beef'n with each other like a checker board in use Up in compton or the watts, nigga Up in New York ya keep'em open, watch nigga Foe ya played by a hit or retalion or a fine young black females stallion Give me the keys to ya car and ya medallion You far away from ya home you's a alien (Chorus) |
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from Juvenile - 400 Degreez (2001)
[Verse 1]
Lets say I'm in a room with a bitch...and the ho don't won' fuck Like a man, I'ma beat my meat...and get my fuckin nut Fo'sho...she gon' be drove then And I'ma cut the TV off and go to sleep on that ho then Now tell that to your girlfriend, you tell her everything else She gon' be with her boyfriend - you gon' be by your damn self While I'm in my benz with your friend, and she bout to get nervous Baby, I don't want nothing but some mouth and lip service Don't act bad...don't get mad That's all I can do wit you, cuz I don't want your ass Look...you kinda fine with a nigga name on your spine Now, respect my fuckin mind! How I'ma hit that from behind? Got a ho across the court, and my lil' boo, she next door I'm getting tired of you lil' rappers, it's time for me to restore I done fixed these bitches house up...and have them living swell But still they had a nigga like me, was eatin a taco bell But after that shit...all that trick shit I stopped it And lock my fuckin pockets, you can't pick it or pop it Now I get what I can get out of these ho's and I'm up And if she wanna flex up...then I'ma beat the ho' up [Hook] Girl thats Juvenile...you don't know he on fire 17 inch Momo's...black magic on his tires (4x's) [Verse 2] See I know how to treat a ho... Just talkin to greet a ho... Make her know I don't need a ho... Don't mix up your people ho... If I tell you do something you better do what I say If you plannin on playin me, better get out my way A bitch will get you killed - thats the way I think From some old bitch ass nigga trying to receive my bank Pussy come and it go, it been like that before I got here Pussy don't wait for me or no nigga - but its gonna stop here... For a lil' while, so I'ma get what I could And if she bout sucking some dick, I ain't hatin its all good Now can I get that out you? It ain't hard to do You a fine muthafucka and you starve me too I'm tryna fuck something till it can't see What I'ma show you with this dick, you gonna thank me A nigga gonna be like that until the moment I retire Ask them bitches bout me, they gon' say that I'm on fire [Hook] Girl thats Juvenile...you don't know he on fire 17 inch Momo's...black magic on his tires (4x's) [Verse 3] If I even fuck with a bitch... She gon' know Not to conversate with niggas and to open my door My business is my business...it ain't to be heard My niggas is my niggas...so you don't say a word And you don't touch my shit... You don't drive my shit... I got dope in the house...and I hide my shit I have bad nerves , I hope you don't try my shit Do right and nice things I'ma buy my bitch Some bitches you gotta play'em with a long string You play them close and you gonna be thinkin wrong things You got something that I hear that you don't won' bring You not a muthafuckin player, you a punk man Let me get one of them hoes some of this dope dick Stop handcuffin and just let her approach this You know that Juvenile did not come here to smoke shit I'm on fire, I'm on fire...you know it [Hook 5x'x] [Juvenile] You can fuck my bitch You can fuck my bitch You can fuck my bitch You can fuck my bitch Let me fuck your bitch I don't love that bitch I don't trust that bitch You can fuck my bitch Let me fuck your bitch I don't love that bitch I don't trust that bitch You can fuck my bitch Let me fuck your bitch I don't love that bitch I don't trust that bitch You can fuck my bitch Let me fuck your bitch I don't love that bitch I don't trust that bitch You don't know he on fire You don't know he on fire You don't know he on fire You don't know he on fire [Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot] My bitch is your bitch My bitch is your bitch Your bitch is my bitch My bitch is your bitch My bitch is your bitch Your bitch is my bitch |
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from Juvenile - 400 Degreez (2001)
That's you with that bad ass benz ha
That's you that can't keep an old lady cause you keep fucking her friends ha You gotta go to court ha You got served a subpeona for child support ha That was that nerve ha You ain't even much get a chance to say a word ha I know i ain't trippin don't your brother got them birds ha You ready to bust one of them niggaz head ha You ain't scared ha You know how to play it ha I know you ain't just gonna let a nigga come and punk you ha Stunt and front you ha Straight up run you ha You know who got that fire green ha You know how to use a triple beam ha Shit ain't hard as it seems ha You keep your body clean ha You got a lot of girbaud jeans ha Some of your partners dope fiends ha You really don't want to fuck with them niggaz ha You come up with them niggaz ha You stuck with them niggaz ha (Chorus) 2X You a paper chaser You got your block on fire Remaining a g until the moment you expire You know what it is yo make nothing out of something You handle your biz and don't be cryin and suffering You can't do nothing but love fresh ha You want to know what we gonna do next ha You bought my tape with a check ha You wearing a vest ha You tryin to protect your chest ha You spent 70 on your benz ha That ain't yours that's for your friends ha You wanna stop these niggaz from playing wit you ha You wanna run the block ha You wanna be the only nigga with rocks ha You keep your gun cocked ha You count the money at the end of the night ha You on a three day flight ha You full of that diesel ha You duckin them people ha Your face was on the news last night ha You the one that robbed them little dudes out they shoes last night ha You don't go in the projects when it's dark ha You claim you thug and you ain't got no heart ha You came in the Nolia on new years eve ha You got stuck in that bitch and couldn't leave ha It was hard for youto breathe ha (Chorus) 2X You a paper chaser You got you block on fire Remaining a g until the moment you expire You know what it is to make nothing out of something You handle your biz and don't be cryin and suffering You got a trespassing charge ha That dick got hard ha When you were looking at them little broads ha You don't know when to quit ha That's you with that shot calling shit ha That's you with that balling shit ha That's you that's taking them hits ha That hoe don't know when to shut up her mouth ha You gonna knock that hoe teeth out ha You done switched to nike to reebok ha You twinkle you golds everytime you leave your house ha Them income tax checks ha You bout to flip that ha You bout to go snort you a gram ha You bout to go put the dope dick on one of these hoe ha When you broke you drove ha When you paid you got bookoo places to go ha You on top ha You rob somebody shop ha You don't think you can be stopped ha You ridin in the benz on 20 inch rims ha (Chorus)2X You a paper chaser You got your block on fire Remaining a g until the moment you expire You know what it is to make nothing out of something You handle you biz and don't be cryin and suffering |
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from Juvenile - Juve The Great (2003)
[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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from Juvenile - Juve The Great (2003)
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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from Juvenile - Juve The Great (2003)
[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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from Juvenile - Juve The Great (2003)
[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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from Juvenile - Juve The Great (2003)
[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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from Juvenile - Juve The Great (2003)
[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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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 (2003)
(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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from Juvenile - Juve The Great (2003)
[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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from Juvenile - Juve The Great (2003)
[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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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)
[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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from Juvenile - Juve The Great [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
(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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