Lyrics:
He's just a lonely child searching for the chosen one
Knocked to the ground, he is beaten down just for fun
Seduced by his despair, all he knows
around you
Damn, y'all I got this obsession with dis fine ass man
It started at a meeting when I
Shook his hand
Captivated by his
Lips
Eyes
Teeth
mention this my own clothin'?
The fuck you mean? Made nigga, bought my own Rollie
But if them crackers pull me over, they gon' say I stole it
Good
a forbidden tree
On Tuesdays and Thursdays you won't find me
Chorus
Juvenile:
ATF be showin' they ass around my block
Feds get all the respect cuz they'll
man, I hope she fine
Let her know I tried, let her know I said hi
Miss it when you and I
Against the world like kids in juvenile
Side by side like
You got a lot of nerve to play me
Another gay rapper
Bustin' caps at Jay-Z and still avoid capture
While y'all caught up in the rapture
Still after me
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
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
Money to play with
I am dope
Put me in the pot
I rock over the stove
Push me on the block
Whops get sold
But I never sell out and you don't have to like
I'm goin out baby uzi, style
Catchin bodies like I hit skins
The hostile juvenile, fuck what you heard
More four-five, motherfucker die
My crew is
flipped! Weighed & compared up
Promise you gone feel me, but I’ll still numb you
I ain’t full of chemicals, I’m pure from Columbia
See all them dopeheads?
you´re missing all the fun.
What I wouldn´t give now to have a good time with my friends...
And what I wouldn´t give now to live my life over again.
you tell me what I'm doing wrong
Been through it all since we were juvenile
Come out the other end, good friends, feeling strong
Your advice has really
niggas gonna respect it or get out my way
or the (??) gonna happen to ya all time sake
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
You old niggas on ya last limb
move over
your hands around your ankles, bitch
bounce that shit Juvenile, bend it over,
Choppa style to my shit
I wanna see you get lit,
This a competition, bitch
Blacken her technicolor telecaster
Lecture at a faster rate
The class was making them develop backwards
It would appear you spelled out all the answers
passing out
The denim says JUVENILE
These niggas crashing out
I'm up and they asking how
I don't know I just smoke by the pound
I get a bag I'm out
I smoke
slangin' rocks
And holdin' glocks stolen from the cops to get props
You gotta split a top on the regular
Or get plugged in your mug, from a slug, by
come
Where i'm from
Everyday you look you si another juvenile pon the grung
Where i'm from
Cant hope and pray wi afi mek better come now
The bigga heads
from hurricanes to a slow rain
Your thoughts are so plane, I rearrange your whole frame
Until my whole name grow out your brain like Rogaine
Letter by
business all over the radio and its the penalty that you have to pay
You made the choice to go and be a freak, even had Akon been smacking that
Her plan
Sweatin’ bullets all restless and agitated
Obsessin’ over it
Aggressive tendency activated
I’m the lumox, sick to my stomach
Punished by the gods
You can’t
[Juvenile talking]
Whoa! see'mon Whoa! I hear you niggaz heart pumpin
See' mon, whoa!, what's up, whoa! U.T.P, U.T.P
[Verse 1: Juvenile]
He gotta
You're almost as bad as Tommy
Page hitting on Stephanie
A couple of pedos watch over my girls
Then some ghetto nerd crosses
Over into my world did I do
go
I wanna sell you a dream
Get over here and buy, you hoe
This kid asked me who the fuck I thought I was, I was like
This
Goddamn
Big wins
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