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juvenile - 3rd ward solja
First Verse [Juvenile]:
You gone take them 5? Or you gone take them to the trial?
And go get denied?
By that probation and you just got, caught with that fry
That alibi ain't gone work,
Ain't it somethin' how them niggas from out that three be doin' that dirt?
Score a quarter from oh-oh, rock it up by four-four,
Then you can go in them hallways and smoke that fire all day
Shhhh....be quiet,
Tonight is the night that we ride,
Thirty camoflauge hummers with niggas inside
With choppers, doin', surgery on bodies like head doctors
Be quiet, cuz they mad tonight, we gone act a ass tonight,
I'ma take a body to that project for a sacrifice,
That Calliope got that dope for less,
Fuck around that bitch if you want, and get left,
Brains hangin' off the steps, people cryin',
Second line, T-shirtin', feet hurtin' from all of that twerkin'
Chorus [???]:
Calliope thug
3rd Ward Solja
Melphanine thug
3rd Ward Solja
P-S-E thugs
3rd Ward Solja
Wild Magnolia
3rd Ward Solja
Second Verse [Juvenile]:
I'm an optimal smokin', chopper totin',
Bustin' caps wide open,
Top of line coatin', reebok sportin',
Expedition corner spender,
Big fine woman bender, put the weight in the blender
Got big bags by rillas,
Shiesty like a splinter, and empty out the braids in the center,
U.P.T. fader remember,
Follow me, follow me,
Follow me now bitches we be some Hot Boys...
Run up on the 3 and you will get stopped boy
Follow me now bitches we be some Hot Boys...
Run up on the 3 and you will get stopped boy
Follow me now bitches we be some Hot Boys...
Run up on P-S-E and you will get stopped boy
Follow me now bitches we be some Hot Boys...
Run up on the third and you will get stopped boy
Follow me now bitches we be some Hot Boys...
Run up on the U and you will get stopped boy
Chorus
Third Verse [Manny Fresh & Magnolia Shorty]
[Manny Fresh]
I'm from the seventh ward, and I believe in God,
I drive seven thirty-five's and I love these broads
I wear Girbaud jeans, and I bought my green,
Camoflauge over our eyes that's how we do these things,
I run with Juvenile, that nigga so wild,
Get buck like the fuck I'm glad I use Dial,
Now who the fuck I are? I'm a superstar
Ca$h Money rules everything around me bruh
[Magnolia Shorty]
Shop on that Ramp, shop in the Lio and Josephine,
Shop in that Nolia, that Valence Street and P-S-E,
They got some Hot Boys that represent that U.P.T.,
And where they be, three hundred and fifty degrees
Shop on that Ramp, shop in that Lio and Josephine,
Shop in that Nolia, that Valence Street and P-S-E,
That got some Hot Boys that represent that U.P.T.,
And where they be, three hundred and fifty degrees
Chorus
[Crowd of people]
Gert-Town, Downtown, and Holly Grove can't fuck with the Melph and the Calio
I told ya, I told ya, them boys don't want beef with the Nolia,
And I warned ya, and I warned ya,
Can't fuck with that 10th ward St. Thomas,
And on the V.L., and on the V.L., can't fuck with them boys on V.L.
Apple and Eagle so real they come, that's the only real niggas in Carrollton,
Gert-Town, Downtown and Holly Grove can't fuck with the Melph and the Calio
I told ya, I told ya, them boys don't want beef with that Nolia,
And I warned ya, and I warned ya,
Can't fuck with that 10th Ward St. Thomas
3rd Ward hoe, Mac and the Melph, Calio
3rd Ward hoe, Mac and the Melph, Calio
3rd Ward hoe, Mac and the Melph, Calio
3rd Ward hoe, Mac and the Melph, Calio
[Juvenile]
Lights on, mask on creep silent,
Lights gone, we done left your block quiet,
Lights on, mask on creep silent,
Lights gone, we done left your block quiet,
What you niggas know about them 3rd Ward thugs?
What you niggas know about them Holly Grove?
What you niggas know about them Hot Boy thugs?
What you niggas know about CMR thugs?
Ahhh, you bitch you
juvenile - 4 minutes
[B.G.]
You know we don't drop hits, uh-uh
We drop classics nigga, uh-huh
Cash Money, c'mon, get at me nigga
Nigga thuggin, is in my blood and my genes
All the niggaz I fuck with they bling bling
But yet it's my block my hood my set nigga
Uptown is the spot where you get put to the test nigga
Best be bout unloadin a Tec nigga
You better protect your head, fuck the chest nigga
I run with the killers guerillas and the headbusters
I grew up with murderers and hustlers you can't trust 'em
I been cut-throatin niggaz for a while now
I stay to tapin and whoopin ballers who got plots
of birds or chickens or ki's or bricks, whatever
Click clack! I got to have it, no matter
what, the, situation be
I'm bout my fetti my dollars my loot my grip my green
UPT 13 and CMB
is what I represent for life and I'm H-O-T nigga
(4, minutes, left!)
[Juvenile]
Dis bitch off the hook! Nigga never sleep
Dis bitch full of crooks, they hunt for the weak
Niggaz comin home tryin to hit 'em a lick
Wanna bounce from a quarter ounce up to a brick
Dem old side niggaz, them new side niggaz
Might get loaded but they do ride niggaz
They stuck in line, but right after it's all over
The block party jumpin at Washington in Magnolia
They smokin weed, they slangin D they sellin ki's
While bitches shakin they ass in the middle of the street
You representin? It better be M-A-G
Or niggaz gon' get mad and, never let you leave
A bill mine, 6th Street and Hadley
Willow Street, Robertson and T.C.
It's on fire from the wars they cause
A bunch of ignorant motherfuckers wearin camoflauge
(3, minutes, left!)
[Lil Wayne]
Yes, one-seven nigga, look
Niggaz step down to the nasty, filthy, dirty
Holly Grove, Carrington, 17 you heard me?
Need them, birdies? You should see Weezy
Prices, cheaper than the average, ki's be
We be, thuggers, stunners, hustlers
Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers
What the, hell? What is that I smell?
No it's not but it's a dead body by the canal
My grill, platinum; necklace, platinum
Rolex, platinum; Hot Boy, ask him
Blunts, we pass 'em; guns, we have 'em
We do not flash 'em unless we gon' blast 'em
My clothes, Rees, Tees, Girbauds
Fo'-fo's, semi-automatic calicos
Brrrrrrr! Reload - *tch-chk* explode
Let it be told, I'm from Holly Grove, what?
(2, minutes, left!)
[Turk]
Look.. look, look
Plenty got diamonds in my Rolex
Two karats on my finger, ten around my fuckin neck
It's a must everyday that I keep my pockets fat
Got so many haters that's why I stay strapped on my gat
I bust back back leave yo' bitch ass flat
Trust that if you play with me I dress in black
That's a fact don't make me click up with Karen and Brad-Brad(?)
You head your lose that, ain't no comin back back, I'm tellin you
Play with me your people people gon' be smellin you
Make me pop and throw, six niggaz gon' carry you
People don't have no money they can't bury you
Don't have no insurance you be in the freezer a week or two
Bought that insurin yourself cousin
Get it how you live it nigga when they come cousin
Gun I'ma peel it nigga you can run cousin
Gun click get hit and you get stung cousin, stung cousin
(I hope you got the message!)
juvenile - 400 degrees
(Electronic Voice)
400 degreez...
Ya' see me, I eat, sleep, shit, and talk rap,
You see that '98 Mercedes on TV, I bought that,
I had some felony charges, I fought that,
Been sent to no return, but still was ball back,
Nigga threw some slangs at me, Whodi, I caught that,
I punished them lil' bitches before they get car jack,
Now I'm lookin' for they family and padnuh's to war back,
If I ain't a Hot Boy, then what do you call that?
Nigga disrespect me, I'ma be in all black.
'Companied by some niggas bout killin' and all that,
Me, Cory, and Mer-C, gettin' ducked off,
Ride top down, so we let the trucks pause,
In the Jeep, ridin' four deep,
I booted up at these niggas claimin' they know me. Huh?
(Hook)
(Electronic Voice)
You don't want to fuck with me....
You don't want to fuck with me....
Hot Boyz, Hot Boyz...
Bitch, what? I'll bust ya' ass up,
Don't even go there, Whodi, cause I'm ready to mask up,
I heard about the money, that's some nice change...
For the right price, I'll bust the right brain...
If must a nigga try, I can't do the right thing...
Only God knows what the future might bring...
Nigga might be shot, nigga might be tri-flamed...
Nigga might survive, if he bout that right flame...
With somethin' that'll stop a nigga from playin,
Somethin' 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 ho..
Attitude adjustments, do y'all need,
Don't call in 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...
(Hook)
(Electronic Voice)
You don't want to fuck with me....
Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot,
Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy,...
Alright stop it, cause 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.
Ain't no bitches here, I'm from the 'Nolia, brah.
Bust yo' beef's head, is what was told to us.
How I'ma be runnin' with these killa's and backin' down,
How I'ma look in front of my people, like a clown,
The G-Code is what we live by and we die by,
The book is what we will never abide by,
Niggas drive by, gettin loose,
Beefin' 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..
Fo' ya'll played by a hit or retalion,
All fine young black females stallions,
Give me the keys to yo' car and ya medallion,
You far away from ya home, you's a alien (alien)...
(Hook)
(Electronic Voice) Seeeee.....
You don't want to fuck with me....
(Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy,)
You don't want to fuck with me....
(Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy,)
You don't want to fuck with me....
Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy,
(You don't want to fuck with me.... with me....)
(Electronic Voice)
400 Degreez...
400 Degreez...
400 Degreez...
juvenile - a million and one things
[Lil' Wayne]
What
This.. this here's real, nigga
It's real, nigga
Too real
Pay attention even though I'm young, nigga
Look, look
This one here's on tha up, dog
For all my people with bad luck, dog
Strugglin', tryin' ta make a buck, dog
For all tha peeps who ain't with us, dog
For all my niggas in Angola, stay tough, dog
See, this from shorty on tha real
I'm tired of seein' my niggas gettin' killed
They hustlin' for a mil, nigga, hustle for your bills
If ya think ya need help, holla at me, wodie, I'm trill
If I got it ta spend, then I got it ta kill
But listen, man.. I know ya see tha ice glistenin', man
I know it make you wanna go get it bad
But ya gotta think 'fore ya move, partna
'Cause it'll make your ship sink and you will lose, partna
I know you hate ta take it from a young nigga like me
But I betcha can't name one nigga like me
That's why I'm tryin' ta preach, my nigga
And teach, my nigga
If ya don't work ya don't eat, my nigga
(Chorus 2x [Juvenile])
They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit it
[Juvenile]
Look at ya, you're fuckin' up and I can tell it too
What is ya smokin'? Everything a nigga sellin' you?!
I know you could do better than that, and deserve more
Ya use to be tight with your game back in '84
All tha hoes use ta jock ya
Niggas use ta knock ya
Stay a big shot, motherfucker couldn't stop ya
Then ya went ta runnin' 'round tha project with them junkies
Holes in your shoes, and your body all funky
Lips all ashy, eyes popped out
Spendin' your children check, takin' food out they mouth
And you get mad with me 'cause I don't wanna give you ten
I don't support your habit, nigga, y'all grown men
I got kids ta feed, I got bills ta pay
I got people comin' askin' for shit everyday
I can't please everybody, but I love my folks
If I give ya everything, baby, I'ma be broke
(Chorus 2x)
[Turk]
Look... look.. look
Where I stay, times is hard for a lot of my peeps
Some of my rounds doin' bad.. can't even much eat
Everytime I pass through, beggin' me for a dollar
Thinkin' I owe them somethin', don't even wanna holla
Nigga who use ta be ballin' ain't ballin' no mo'
I can see they life fadin' away slowly for sure
Niggas who I come up with get me full of that dope
Use ta care about theyself, ain't care no mo'
Niggas want me ta help 'em.. ain't helpin' theyself
You must be out your mind if you ain't helpin' yourself
Ain't no love loss... I just gotta stay my distance
Gotta keep my mind straight.. before I come up missin'
Gotta do my rap thing, and make my paper, mister
Ain't gon' let nobody stop me from gettin' my six figures
Gettin' my shine on, bling-blingin' everyday
If you're not for tha right, stay tha fuck out my way, nigga
(Chorus 2x)
[B.G.]
Everytime I hit tha block, it look like it get worse
Make me wonder if V.L. and Magnolia got a curse
My niggas still my niggas... got love for 'em all
I hate to see that market ride they back and make 'em fall
Somebody tell me, if I didn't have change and I was broke
Would I get tha same attention when I'm in tha next four-door
No, I don't think so, I'll be a equal nigga
On the set, smokin' jo's, beggin' people for scrilla
On the reala... if I could do it, then you could
Lay your hustle down and make your way out the hood
Ain't nobody gon' give no hand-outs, I swear
Ain't nobody gon' pay tha bills in your house, I swear
They don't care, ya gotta stand on your own, my nigga
You ain't no child, look in tha mirror, you're grown, my nigga
Do yourself a favor: leave tha heroin alone, my nigga
And get your hustle on, nigga, get it on, my nigga
(Chorus 4x)
[Juvenile talking]
Man, you could be out here tryin' ta do somethin', man
I mean everytime we come through, man, I do somethin' for my people, man
I give tha little kids a dollar or so, ya know what I'm sayin'
I try ta do things for tha football team
Try ta take care of my people
Try ta show them how ta help theyself
'Cause they got a lot of problems
juvenile - addicted
[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]
juvenile - after cash money concert
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.
juvenile - animal
[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]
juvenile - around the way
[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, f*** what you heard
I ain't even gotta tell 'em nothin to give 'em the word
Put bosses on injured reserve, f*** 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 motherf***ers 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 sh** but I don't f*** 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 sh**
Trippin over my car, and I don't even like the bi***
Niggaz get that false courage and buck
But you ain't doin sh** unless the murder rate raise up
Lil' wonder, youth symbol stand for two K's up
It ain't your motherf***in 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 bi*** 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]
juvenile - back that azz up
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 that, yeah..
You could smoke a fya 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 the wall, 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' get it 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.. Hot..
juvenile - back that thing up
Cash, money, records, taking over,
put the 99 in the 2000
Lyrics Girl you working with some thing, yeah
You bad, yeah
Make a spend his cash, yeah
His last, yeah
Hoes frown when you pass, yeah
They mad, yeah
You can ride in the Jag, yeah
With dad, yeah
You could smoke or buy a bag, yeah
A grass, yeah
Got money I can flash, yeah
And trash, yeah
I'm a Big Tymer yeah
Pull the trigger, yeah
A player hater flippa, yeah
Grave filla, yeah
I be slanging wood, yeah
Out the hood, yeah
Let it be understood, yeah
It's all good, yeah
Got a screaming large, yeah
Long n' hard, yeah
A smooth ghetto broad, yeah
I want the broad, yeah
A do a trick, yeah
On the yeah
You claiming you want a 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
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 playing with
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
Girl, who is you playing with
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
You got a stupid ass, yeah
Make me laugh, yeah
Make a nigga wanna grab that
Autograph that
I been sweating in my draws, yeah
All along, yeah
Wanna walk it like a dog, yeah
Break you off, yeah
Get mine how you gon' get yours, yeah
That's for sure, yeah
You fucking 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 hit, yeah
After hit, 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 it mouth, yeah
I wanna see these hoes, yeah
Bend it low, yeah
Let me run it in the hole, yeah
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 playing with
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 playing with
Back that ass up
I know you can't stand it
Dick Bandit
Done landed
See ya drawers hangin'
We can go get it y'all
Gang split it y'all
Put the bitch on the road and I hit it y'all
Lookin' kind of lonely
I'm feeling horny
Put the dick in the middle like Money
Big, thick plumber chick
And a Hummer chick
Beat the dick like a motherfuckin' drummer chick
See that putty cat
Look at that
I love a fuckin' hoody-rat
That's a fact
You'se a motherfucking get it girl
Quit it girl
I'm the nigga, the nigga, nigga
To 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 playing with
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 playing with
Back that ass up
(Lil Wayne)
Na, na, na, na, na
After you back it up, don't stop
Then wha-wha-what
Dro-drop it like it's hot
Now after you back it up, don't stop
Now, wha-wha-wha-what
Drop it like it's hot
Now drop It like it's hot
Dro-drop it like it's hot hah
C-M-B make you drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
Dro-drop it like it's hot hah
Drop it like it's hot
Dro-drop it like it's hot
Ha
juvenile - be gone
[Chorus 3x] (Sung)
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone
Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'
[Mannie Fresh]
He told me number three was cheap
Wit a chick, wit a stick, yeah them girls be freakin'
Checkin' in motels every other weekend
Say brah I can't picture lil' one eatin'
Boy you ain't know fo' sho' she creepin'
While she been tellin' me dog, she goin' to meetings
Meeting Kitty wit her mouth
That's what yo' chick 'bout
Man, pass me my asthma pump, put lil' one out
Sometimes I be likin' when seenin' chicks dykin'
Pissin' on each other, mud wrestling, and fightin'
Hair everywhere, sratchin' and bitin'
Pass me my asthma pump again man, this shit exciting
I be like, "let's get jumped" like a game of checkers
And I done cheat more chicks, than Nelly sold records
E.I, C.I, turn a chick out
Then give it to another chick and leave it up in her mouth
[Chorus 2x] (Sung)
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone
Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'
[Baby]
There's a story about a bitch named Sally
A hot girl, lived in that rat-hoe alley
She stayed sharp, stayed rockin' Balance
And a fat pussy, laid down in the Cadi'
Back of the seat or back of the Palace
I'm a Hot Boy it really don't matter
My brother K.C plays them tellers
That'll jump off, hit a stepper, whatever
Michael Kipper, James Peter got a big better
Dick gotta a bitch in Miami a dick-sweater
Like Delores from A.T.L, "The Freak of the Week"
She did me, Slim, Joe, and Tiki
I don't care, bitch just ride
Shake yo' pussy, and shake yo' thigh
Get yo' hat, get yo' coat, it's time to ride
Baby girl lookin' at me like she surprise
[Chorus 2x] (Sung)
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone
Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'
[Mannie Fresh]
Let me tell you about another one of my lovers
I caught the ignorant chick pokin' holes in rubbers
Talkin' 'bout she late, sorry no wait
Girl you fucked me, Mike Tyson, and O.J
[Baby]
These hoes be pullin' they raw tactics
Baby makin' and jaw-jackin'
Mami suck dick like a lowrider
Ooh-wee, don't stop her
[Mannie Fresh]
Thinkin' that I'ma claim that baby
Girl you coo-coo, stupid, dumb, and crazy
His eyes green, and his hair wavy
Thought you had me huh?, got me, playin' me
[Baby]
She movin' like a nigga hittin' switches
But I bet I'd hit that old shitty
She a popper, H.G non-stopper
She from Uptown, baby girl don't knock her
[Chorus till end] (Sung)
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone
Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'
[Mannie Fresh over chorus] (Talking)
Nah shawty, don't cry now
Get them old ass iron skates you left up under the bed
And them old ass pro cases that you had, and all them beta tapes
And get your old ass beeper
You know that beeper that look like a garage opener
The one that you had, get that shit up out my drawer
and get on out of here
Yeah you got to leave, got to go
Get that rat coat, that old ass coat that you said was a mink
Shit ain't nothin' but a big ass nutria rat
Oh yeah, and get your cell phone
That big ass cell phone wit the car battery hooked up to it
The one that be causin' Cancer, you know that big ass
football you wear on your face, hurtin' and shit
Get your old ass cell phone
And get them Chic Jeans, that Jamaica Joe shirt, and
them Hearochees that yo' ass was wearing when you came here
And them big fake ass "Salt-N-Peppa" earrings
You know them earrings Salt-N-Peppa had in the 80's
You better get them bitches up outta here too
And get them footy socks, the ones wit the balls in the back
That's yours too, you need to get that, get on outta here
You know what i'm sayin', I use to love you, I don't love you no more
Don't like you no more, none of that, you know what I'm sayin'
And get your Cutlass keys
Get your old ass Cutlass, the one that we parked off the block
You know what I'm sayin', 'cause I didn't want it in my driveway
'cause it was leakin' oil
Get your old ass Cutlass key's and get in your Cutlass and ride out
Yeah, you hood roach, you ain't even a rat, you a roach
Yeah!
juvenile - betcha 20 dollars
juvenile - big tymers intro
juvenile - bounce back
Chorus: Juvenile]
I'm about to bounce back bounce then bounce back
I'm about to bounce back bounce then bounce back
Bounce back bounce back then bounce back
I'm about to bounce back bounce then bounce back
Bounce back bounce back then bounce back
I'm about to bounce back bounce then bounce back
Bounce back bounce back then bounce back
I'm about bounce back bounce then bounce back
[Verse 1: Juvenile]
You ever had corns on your fingers from squeezing the mac to much
Nigga be rhyming the dice game and the wack do up
Tripping stolen strip cars for a living
Stayed away from home when ever they was bitchin
We used to rush the customers for sales when they pull up in cars
Untill undercovers started putting us behind bars
Menace to society is all we watch
In the back seat strapped with the throw away glocks
I got some partners in the business never seeing the light
Your people would got ya Cochrin if your cheese be right
You know i've be holding it down playa you a dog
I'm a real nigga I ain't gonna stop accepting your phone call
I'm a blow and toss a hoe for you, like I'm supposed to do
I'm serious and focused too, know I am over do
The first nigga to park a Rolls Royce in the bricks
While I fly private charter out of town by a bitch
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Tryin to be here to see my seeds, when they have they seeds
Long as I breathe ain't nothin in this world that they can't be
Yeah I done fucked up, slipped and sniffed that coke
Started tweakin and broke in them people house next do'
Shot a nigga for smokin rocks on my mom back porch
Damn near graduated and got on that dope
My, work is an art, I am better than smart
Homey I hustle with a strategy that's never been taught
I can make that coke flip, I can make a hoe strip,I can
spray the hole clip, I take nothing from no bitch
I got the money in the case, 45 on the waist
Pitbulls in the yard so stay away from my gate
Could you believe a nigga feelin like he still ain't ate?
Huh, y'all don't understand you shoulda seen my plate
Would love to give you some credit, but even you said it
Be serious about your money and right now I'm tryin to get it
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Baby]
I'm on a mission lil' daddy
Put this paint on the caddy
Nigga ridin threw the hood and we blowing on candy
Stay g'd up from my head to my feet
I was raised in the 3rd that's the heart of the streets
Saw death and crime for the first same time
Them rims on shine just a vision of mine
Put this shit back together cause I stay on the grind
Nigga know I gets me I stunt all the time
For the dead and the gone, the young and the grown
O.G. mother fuckers who be getting it on
Niggaz stunting and they shining bling blingin all the timin
I hold my hood down for the shit that I'm driving
Nigga thug to death, remember the projects
Juve that came back now you bitches upset
Nigga know how we getting it cause we getting it on
Keep it coming, keep it getting, bitch my money is long
[Chorus]
juvenile - break a brick down
(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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