Lyrics:
and my momma use to sit and watch the lion king
She had a pathfinder to yea bumping Yolanda Adams
Or four hundred degreez by juvenile
And we ain't never
They been fucked up 'bout Lil Black
Keep my pockets fat, I love 'em like that
(I do) get down see low game and
Crosstown and double back
Ayy Lil Kodak
I was taught that loyalty is priceless, so true love shouldn't cost a dime
I done been scarred by your love, so deep inside, my heart still cryin'
priceless so true love shouldn't cost a dime
I done been scarred by your love, so deep inside, my heart still cryin'
No, it don't matter how far I look, for
(Ten nine eight seven six five four three two one)
[Juvenile]
Welcome to tha section where it's hotter than a bitch
Niggas
Y'all haters thought we weren't comin' back with a remix huh?
But we did it again
Ya, ya heards me
So we gon take this one here to the dance floor
Yeah, knock a nigga over, I'm a soldier, thought I told you that
We been wild since juveniles, my Uzi do the nolia clap
Seen his ass in traffic, let
of there
Juvenile
She say drop it like it hot
Everything litty I love when it’s hot
Started from scratch like Vinyl
God
Godfather flow
Glock by the flo’
(Pop a Dom boo, what, see'mon)
[Petey Pablo]
It's the dippy dippy don now you heard that
Let's take you back, where the original Tim the bird
And the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing through
He's a juvenile delinquent, never learned how to behave
But the cops'd never think to look in
And the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing through
He's a juvenile delinquent never learned how to behave
But the cops would never think to look in
on its belly pulled a stranger passing through
He's a juvenile delinquent, never learned how to behave
But the cops would never think to look in
I see how these niggas playin'
But I could adapt
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
on my time
Go and light ah nigga name up
The skyline should a real nigga came up
I'm 5'7 feeling 9'5
Pay attention my nigga don't miss the fly by
New whip
I was raised a man
So why don't care if he cannot be a man (Aye)
I don't need to lend another man a hand you have to be Juvenile to understand whoa
me to leave
He offered me a hand
But then I took His arm and never gave it back, He was sure to steal from me
And we were driving all night, all night
we're juvenile
I don't want this moment to ever pass
Can we keep and lock it in a closed glass?
So we can look back at this night
When real life catches
battle like modakeke
I go take care of you like juvenile career, juvenile career Huh juvenile career, huh,juvenile career
One man food is another man
tree
It's in my veins to fight back
And I'ma test it 'till my niggas is the
Same way you know what I'm sayin'
When it come down to that
That's what
The B’ys Are Back In Town
The b’ys are back in town
The b’ys are back in town
The b’ys are back in town
Just got back from sea today
Was fishin’
the '80s juvenile Brooklyn
Where cats was like: "Gimme that subway pass, kid. Good lookin."
Now someone else is taking a ride with what's mine
So I had
Get a dick suck wit a gat in my hand
Bitch, it's thug passion
Chicks drive by in their whips
They be flashin
Do you know Bonic and Lib?
They be
You've been a juvenile
With a dolphin smile
With no elbow room
With your body in bloom
You've had your little backyard
Protected by big walls
You
got her I promise (I got it)
Stomach touchin' my back, I was starvin'
Had to conjure myself, I was robbin' (I was robbin')
Too much pride, couldn't
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