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[Chorus: Soulja Slim]
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move it slow motion for me Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move it slow motion for me Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me Move it slow motion for me Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me Move it slow motion for me [Verse 1: Soulja Slim] I'm a dick thrower Her neck and her back hurting Cut throat I'll have you like a brand new version I'ts like when she get used to it then you start serving Hop up on top and start jicky-jicky-jicky jerking Slow down for me you moving to fast My fingers keep slipping I'm trying to grip that ass Keep being hard headed and Ima make you get off me Got human up the skys but my face is a doggy If you loving my bark let me bury my bone I got 4 or 5 bad married bitches at home One of my bitches fell in love with that outside dick that outside dick keep them hoes sick [Chorus] [Verse 2: Juvenile] I'ts like I got the world in my palms Your girl up under my arms She fucked up from the charm She love the way the dick stay hard from 12 till early in the morn Fine bitches if you listening you heard me I'm strong If you going through your cycle I ain't with It I'm gone You must have heard about them hoes that I beat up in my home They wasn't telling the truth baby you know they was wrong Na make it official wheres some of that dom I don't mind buying to, your riding to Don't be asking nigga questions about where I'm driving you Lil mama my shit together I ain't jiving you I don't think that nigga could do you better then I could do ya know And juvenile from courtless street by derby Same nigga that used to be running with rusty and kirby Can a playa from the n.o.ya get a chance with it But I can't bounce with you without using my hands with it [Chorus: Soulja Slim] Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me move it slow motion for me Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me move it slow motion for me [Verse 3: Soulja Slim] Slow motion, she open, I'm hoping that she don't leave my dick broken With brush, burns and swollen I'm toting she wanted me to make a outer believer I gurantee ya ima see ya when I see ya And just don't holla out my name like we was all that Your pussy throw back and you know that So stop stunting slow motion for a real nigga I'm going off that incredible potion and imma deal with ya [Juvenile] I like how that victoria secret sit in that ass Let me pour some more hip and hennsey in your glass Would I be violating if I grab me a handfull Im knowing what's happening all I want is a sample Who you wit I'm in the rental today It's going down and happening and I remember the way Less money we spend on bullshit the more for the weed What's it gonna take for you to come slow motion with me [Chorus 3X: Soulja Slim] Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me move it slow motion for me Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me move it slow motion for me |
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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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Mannie Fresh: Era-era.. (scratching)
Juvenile: Kick ass! MF: Mmm-hmm J: C'mon! MF: Uhh-hunh, Mmm-hmm... J: Ya'll boys don't know nothin' bout me! MF: Mmm-hmm, Uhh-hunh... J: Whodi! MF: Ladies and Gentlemen!! I'm a TC soldier, New Orleans stunna. If a bitch leave me, I'ma take everythang from her. The fya (???) cane, told ya mama (???) clean ya room up. I'ma find me some new pussy, and buy a 4-runna! I walk with a limp cause my nuts heavy. And I like it from the back so hold ya butt steady. I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin. Lil' mama, I love pussy, but I ain't lickin. Now, prepare yo'self for a smooth dickin. You don't want it? Girl you don't know what you missin. I'm the baddest boss nigga walkin. You ain't heard? I got a team of headbusta's, waitin' to give em the word. I got a few in the east coast, a few in the west. Down south give me a "W", what up to the rest! Can't forget about the ghetto where they strugglin to death. No matter what I do, dog. I love my set! MF: Ladies and Gentlemen!!! (Chorus 2x) J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup? J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup? MF: Uh-hunh... J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup? MF: Mm-Hmmm... J: Set it off in this muthafucka! J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup? MF: Mm-Hmmm... J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup? MF: Uh-hunh... J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup? MF: Mm-Hmmm... J: Set it off in this muthafucka! The nigga-the-nigga-the 'Nile's in this bitch, get right! Fuck what you heard on the street, it's CMR for life! Still ridin' on dubs, drippin' brown and 'mike. Jump stupid if you want, bitch we gon' clown tonight! We got 25 choppers in the V-I-P! Cristow, imported yak, and a pound of weed. I know u wait'n for me to get drunk and follow me home. Picture what I'ma give you though, a shot to ya dome. Fuck it, if you want some be talkers. They gon' get hit too. I'm really not givin' a fuck, don't guess I get you! Jank, Fresh, Joe, Bubba, You gotta admit it, ha? Juvy a muthafucka! I'm a (???) G though (???), executin' the plan. Got a vision of the 3rd ward rulin' the land. Pullin' up on ho's tellin' 'em to jump in the van. "Mami, please come break off just me and my man?" (Chorus 2x) 55% of these niggas is fake, the otha 45% be handlin' they weight. 55% of these women is ho's, the otha 45% be playin' they role. Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer! Take these muthafuckin' cuffs off of us! We ain't killed nobody and this car for us. And ridin' on 20's is the law for us! I ain't from France but excuse my French, Fuck ya if ya hatin', nigga! Say that then! I been dealin' with you bitches since way back when. Plus I kept a fire duck off the lay back end. They say my mama bling bling, and JD tight, Cuz Juvy takin' care so everything alright. Bitches see the Silver Seph' with the phat ass pipes. Bein' followed by some niggas on some bad ass bikes. (Chorus 2x) (Softly in the background) MF: Mmm-hmmm... Uhh-hunhh... Mmm-hmmm... J: Now, bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce. Now, bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce. Set it off in this muthafucka! MF: Mmm-hmmm... Uhh-hunhh... Mmm-hmmm... J: Now, bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce. Now, bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce. Set it off in this muthafucka! J: WHOODDDII! Playa? WHOOODDII! Playa? WHOODDDII! Set it off in this muthafucka! MF: Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! J: WHOODDDII! C'mon! WHOOODDII! C'mon! WHOODDDII! C'mon! Set it off in this muthafucka! J: Playa? P-P-Playa? MF: Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya heard'z me??? J: Playa? P-P-Playa? Whodi? |
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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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Girl you workin with some ass, yeah,
you bad, yeah Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his last, yeah Hoes frown when you pass, yeah, they mad, yeah You gon' ride in the Jag, yeah, with that head You could smoke a fire bag, yeah, of grass, yeah Got money I can flash, yeah, and trash, yeah I'ma Big Tymer nigga, yeah, pull the trigga, yeah A playa hata flippa, yeah, grave filla, yeah I be slangin wood, yeah, out the hood, yeah Let it be understood, yeah, it's all good, yeah Got a nigga scheamin large, yeah, on the hard, yeah A smooth little broad, yeah from out the projects A nigga do a trick, yeah, on the dick, yeah You claimin you want a picture, that ain't shit, yeah The nigga with the money, yeah, don't act funny, yeah Got birds and I'm runnin, yeah, bout a hundred, yeah Girl, you looks good, won't you back that ass up You'se a fine motherfucka, won't you back that ass up Call me Big Daddy when you back that ass up Hoe, who is you playin wit? Back that ass up Girl, you looks good, won't you back that ass up You'se a fine motherfucka, won't you back that ass up Call me Big Daddy when you back that ass up Girl, who is you playin wit? Back that ass up Girl, you looks good, won't you back that ass up You'se a fine motherfucka, 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 sweatin in the drawers, yeah, hard and long, yeah Wanna walk it like a dog, yeah, break you off, yeah Get - mine you gon' get yours, yeah, that for sure, yeah You fuckin with my nerves, yeah and to the curb, yeah I know you bitches know, yeah, and it show, yeah But a nigga got some more, yeah, I'm out to flow, yeah Fresh brought some shit, yeah, and his bitch, yeah We be making hit, yeah after hit, yeah Them titties sittin 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 them out, yeah I wanna see these hoes, yeah, bend it low, yeah Let me run it in the hole, yeah, and let me know, yeah Girl, you looks good, won't you back that ass up You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that ass up Call me Big Daddy when you back that ass up Hoe, who is you playin wit? Back that ass up Girl, you looks good, won't you back that ass up You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that ass up Call me Big Daddy when you back that ass up Hoe, who is you playin wit? Back that ass up [Manny Fresh] I know you can't stand it, dick bandit Done landed, see your drawers handed Freak to get it y'all, game spit at y'all Put the bitch on the wall and I hit it y'all Lookin kind of lonely, I'm feelin horny Put the dick "in the Middle" like "Monie" Big thick plumber chick, and a Hummer chick Beat the dick like a motherfuckin drummer chick See dat puddy-cat? Look at dat I love a fuckin hoodie-rat, that's a fact You'se a motherfuckin get it girl, quit it girl I'm the nigga, the nigga, nigga, that hit it girl Girl, you looks good, won't you back that ass up You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that ass up Call me Big Daddy when you back that ass up Hoe, who is you playin wit? Back that ass up Girl, you looks good, won't you back that ass up You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that ass up Call me Big Daddy when you back that ass up Hoe, who is you playin wit? Back that ass up [Lil' Wayne] Now now now now now After you back it up, then stop Then wha-wha-what, drop drop it like it's hot Now after you back it up, then stop Now, 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 Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot Ha |
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[Chorus (Juvenile X2):]
I'm bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back I'm bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back bounce back, bounce, bounce back I'm bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back [Verse 1 (Juvenile)] Look, Look, You ever had corns on your finger from squeezing a Mac too much ? Nigga be robbing the dice game, while me and lil wack you up, Tripping, stole and stripped cars for a living, Stayed away from home whenever they was bitching, We used to rush the customers for sales when they pulled up in cars, Until the undercovers started putting us behind bars, Menace to Society is all we watch In the back seat strapped with the throw away glock, I got some partners in the business never seeing the light, Ya people would have gotten Cochrane if ya cheese was right, You know I hold it down player, you a dog, I'm a real nigga I ain't gon' stop accepting your phone call, I'ma blow and toss a hoe for you like I'm supposed to do, I'm serious and focused too, you know I'm overdue, The first nigga to park a Rolls-Royce in the bricks, While I fly a private charter out of town by a bitch [Chorus X2] [Verse 2 (Juvenile)] Try to be here to see my seeds, when they have they seeds, As long as I breathe there ain't nothing in this world that they can't be, Yeah I done fucked up, slipped and sniffed that coke, Started tweaking and broke into the people's house next door, Shot a nigga for smoking rocks on my mom back porch, Damn near graduated and got on that dope, My, work is in part, I am better than smart, Homie, I hustle with a strategy that has never been taught, I could make a coke flip, I can make a hoe strip, I can spray a whole clip, I takes nothing from no bitch, I got the money in the case, .45 on the waist, Pitbulls in the yard so stay away from my gates, Could you believe a nigga feeling like he still ain't ate, Huh, y'all don't understand, you should have seen my plate, I'd love to give you some credit, but even you said it, Your serious about your money, and right now I'm trying to get it [Chorus X2] [Verse 3 (Baby)] Yeah, CMR, Black Connection, I'm on a mission Lil Daddy to put this paint on the caddy, Riding through the hood and we blowing them candy, Stay G'd up from my head to my feet, I was raised in the 3rd thats the heart of the streets, Saw death and crime from the first same time, Them rims on shine just a vision of mine, Put this shit back together cuz I stay on the grind, Niggaz know I gets me, I stunt all the time, For the dead and the gone, the young and the grown, OG mother fuckers who be getting it on, Niggaz stunt'n and they shining, Bling Blinging all the time and, I hold my hood down for the shit that I'm driving, Nigga thug till' death remember the projects ?, Juve done came back now you bitches upset ?, Niggas know how we getting it, cuz we getting it on, Keep em' coming, keep on gettin it bitch my money is long, [Chorus X2] |
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CMR bitch. G -Code nigga, G-code nigga, G-code nigga
Juvenile: I ain't no pussy ass nigga (ya understand) I'm a REBEL but I'm still a gorilla (ya understand) I'll whip ya like the Thrilla Manilla (ya understand) You gon' make me have to kill me a nigga (ya understand) I'm a be here for a minute lil wodie (ya understand) Ain't bout to let nobody fuck over me (ya understand) I don't need ya playa hatin' on Juvey (ya understand) Don't be talkin' about what you gon' do with me (ya understand) I'll ride everyday of the week (ya understand) Ya get ya issue when ya playin' with me (ya understand) I'll crawl at the spot that ya sleep (ya understand) Get with my niggas from the block and we creep (ya understand) Load it up cock it back and get ready (ya understand) Make sure you be holdin' it steady (ya understand) We gon' go in there and blow the bitch up (ya understand) Soon as we get 'em we gon' all get the fuck (ya understand) Chorus: Juvenile (repeat 2X) Shhhh, be quiet Tonight is the night that we ride 30 camoflauge Hummers with niggaz inside with choppers, doin - surgery on bodies like they doctors Juvenile: I know when to get my ass outta Dodge (ya understand) Look them people ridin' I'm gonna hide (ya understand) I'm a wait until them bitches slow down (ya understand) Cuz I ain't tryin' to be jail bound (ya understand) It ain't over till the fat man fall (ya understand) I'm just waitin' on the right phone call (ya understand) You know them hoes gon' let me know where they at (ya understand) Nigga got me I'ma go get em back (ya understand) One by one they all gonna drop (ya understand) Right here is where the foolishness stop (ya understand) I'm tryin' to get the bullshit over (ya understand) Cuz I wanna go and chill in the 'Nolia (ya understand) We need to get some more ammunition (ya understand) Cuz somebody's bout to come up missin' (ya understand) Now everybody hop in the truck (ya understand) And when ya see one of them bitches ya bust (ya understand) Chorus Juvenile: Fuck jumpin' out I'm a slang me some iron(ya understand) When I catch them niggas all of 'em dyin' (ya understand) Nigga listen up to what we gon' do (ya understand) I'm about to give the game to you (ya understand) That's the reason why I came to you (ya understand) Cuz playin' ain't the thang to do (ya understand) It ain't that hard I did it before (ya understand) U just gon' make sure let nobody know (ya understand) I'll bet ya them boys wanna rep (ya understand) They tryin' to get the shit off they chest (ya understand) It ain't over lil daddy be cool (ya understand) Nigga tired of the nigga we through (ya understand) You know you better stay pretty cool (ya understand) We bout to go and punish this fool (ya understand) Hop out the car and let that iron ring ya understand) That's the end of this stupid ass thing (ya understand) Chorus 2X Shh be quiet Shh be quiet |
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(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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(Juvenile)
You need a nigga that stay sharp, always got money Pockets stay full of them big-face hundreds A nigga with tattoos all over his arm A nigga with a gold grill, diamonds in his charm A nigga that'll tell your girl, "Fuck that nigga!" Your givin' me tha pussy, you don't love that nigga You need a nigga that'll put you in your place Put that dick on ya at anytime of tha day A nigga that'll give ya a lil' somethin' if it's right A nigga that you may not see for three or four nights A nigga standin' tall like tha Statue of Liberty A nigga on fire like a match and a cigarette A nigga that'll take care of his kids if it's his A nigga that's a handsome lil' son of a bitch A nigga like.. me.. never get tired You lookin' for a Hot Boy, girl, I got that fire (Chorus4x [Juvenile]) Shit, I got that fire I got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer [Juvenile] Some old ghetto-face, blue-hair, funny-ass lookin' bitch Was tryin' ta holla at a nigga... talkin' some bullshit I told her, "If ya fuck everybody it's all gravy." She didn't say nothin', she stood there lookin' at me crazy Then she got mad, and called me bitches and motherfuckers I waited 'til I got by the door, reached back and stuck her She did what any bitch woulda did, and got the law for me Talkin' 'bout gonna press charges and get her pa for me I told him, "When I get outta jail, I'ma beat ya awfully and open up fire at your pa to back him up off of me." All she wanted to do was scream out "Juvie" While I hit her from tha back and smack her on tha booty Bite tha titties, get tha head, break tha bed Pull off tha rubber and bust a nut on her leg Some of these hoes be tellin' me," I'm just an admirer." I don't wanna fuck ya; shit, I got that fire (Chorus [Juvenile]) Shit, I got that fire Shit, I got that fire Girl, holla at a J if you want that Oscar Meyer Shit, I got that fire I got that fire Girl, holla at a J if you want that Oscar Meyer Shit, I got that fire I got that fire Girl, holla at a J if you want that Oscar Meyer Shit, I got that fire I got that fire Girl, holla at a J if you want that Oscar Meyer [Mannie Fresh] Baby baby baby Look, baby girl: work it, just don't quit See I love it when you young ass shake them tits You lil' vivrant thang You like Burger King? Well you can go in and swing on J's Whopper Ding-a-ling You make me really lump up in tha pants Every time I see your sexy ass do that dance And you can tell your friends you know a Nigga with a dick like a great big cobra We can bang bang bang all night long Knock your head against tha bed 'til tha inside's gone When ya see your sister, tell her, "It's alright." She still make my dick BOOM like dynamite Tell her Tiger Woods... but I won't Eat no pussy... cuz I don't You wanna nigga that'll fuck ya in tha park in tha grass You wanna nigga that'll stick a big stick in your ass That fire! (Chorus Juvenile) I got that fire Shit, I got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer Shit, I got that fire I got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer Shit, I got that fire I got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer Shit, I got that fire I got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer I got that fire Shit, I got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer [Juvenile] He got that fire Fresh, he got that fire Girl, holla at my nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer He got that fire Shit, he got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer He got that fire B.G., he got that fire Girl, holla at that nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer He got that fire Turk, he got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer He got that fire Slim, he got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer He got that fire Wayne, he got that fire Girl, holla at that nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer He got that fire Baby, he got that fire Girl, holla at that nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer He got that fire Juvi, he got that fire Girl, holla at this nigga if you want this Oscar Meyer |
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[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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[Juvenile]
Huh... You lil boyz don't know what it mean ta get shot You lil boyz don't wanna do nothin' but hang on tha block Yoy lil boyz ain't ready to go to tha pen You lil boyz ain't ready to be sleepin' with nothin' but men You lil boyz better stay in your place You lil boyz ain't gon' be scared until you catch you a case You lil boyz be out here sniffin' that furl You lil boyz gotta get loaded just to go in that world You lil boyz had better hit you a lick You lil boyz shouldn't have ta ask another nigga for shit You lil boyz don't even respect your momma You lil boyz don't even have tha sense to be a Big Tymer You lil boyz swear to God it's a game You lil boyz gotta kill somethin' and get you a name You lil boyz always be makin' a scene You lil boyz wanna be grown, and you're still in your teens (chorus [Lil' Wayne]) Look, you lil boyz better slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout to go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds Look, you lil boyz better ta slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout to go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds [Baby] You lil boyz better clear tha block 'Cause somebody done ran in my money spot Cock tha glocks, we prepared to pop Can't let it slide 'cause these lil boyz ain't right Somebody gon' die tonight when we ride tonight I'ma clear your set if I heard your name up in my mess Best make a set trap, bust back with booby traps You're outta line if you're playin' with mine Fuck these bezzel bitch niggas gon' meet tha devil Lil boyz don't know they playin' with rainy weather Fuckin' with my cheddar B.G., Wayne, Juvie, Big Tymers, whatever But, however, if I could do I'ma cook your hood like I cook up pill-goods, fool (chorus [Lil' Wayne]) You lil boyz better ta slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha cut, it's 'bout ta go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds Look [Mannie Fresh] Check it out, check it out You lil boyz make it happen, pack up y'all shit You lil boyz need to go ahead on and quit, see You lil boyz know y'all time is up You lil boyz need to (gimme gimme gimme) get tha fuck You lil boyz kinda like had '99 But look, you lil boyz from today to lights out, it's mine You lil boyz need ta (???) with y'all's friends You lil boyz really women with paws like mens You lil boyz stay out mine and worry 'bout yurn You lil boyz is tha right hook for this song 'cause y'all children You lil boyz need to stop stealin' my beats You lil boyz think a producer won't take y'all off y'all feets You lil boyz know I do beats for twenty You lil boyz add that up: zero zero zero comma, aw, fuck it, it's plenty You lil boyz tell y'all baby-momma I'm back in town You lil boyz smiles done turned into frowns [Lil' Wayne] Look, look, When.. I.. ride.. dog Chopper.. be on.. my.. side.. dog Niggas betta run.. duck.. hide.. dog 'Cause I'm about to let.. bullets.. fly.. dog Bahdi-by-by Get it.. right, nigga They all know Lil' Weezy ride at.. night, nigga I dip low, and I'm strapped up.. tight, nigga Duct tape your momma, and shoot off in your.. wife, nigga Look, ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid Keep sprayin'.. tha MAC-11.. burst Hit 'em where it.. hurts I'ma shoot.. first Soak his.. shirt (ksshhh!) Blood all over tha place Hit tha block, have thugs all over tha place It's Lil' Wayne, nigga, whoa now If you don't think you can hang, nigga, slow down (Chorus [Lil' Wayne]) Look, look, 'Cause you lil boyz need ta slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds [Lil' Wayne] Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down What |
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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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