Lyrics:
[Wayne]
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
Cash Mo-ney Millionaires
So take it there
[Juvenile]
Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer,
call Earl, 10 months in this gut, what the fuck,
I wish moms would hurry up, so I can get buck wild,
Juvenile with the mics 'n' shit, New York, New
rewind to eighty-nine
Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind
Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin' wild
No smiles on our faces, thirteen
rewind to eighty-nine
Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind
Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin' wild
No smiles on our faces, thirteen
Wha Wha, Wha, wha cash Money, wha, wha, wha
Hot Boy$, wha, wha, wha, wha, wha, w-wha
Look
What it be like
Get inside 'fore street lights 17 right
I
boys on stakeout
No hard heels just chuck taylors
In case I might break up
Right now is drought season
Watch how it's gonna play out
Last night two
That makes me know that, we we we we're doin'
We had the right idea in the beginning
And and we just need to maintain our focus, and elevate
We
way)
Cause I got nuttin to lose, suttin to prove, I'm screamin' EASTSIDE
(EASTSIDE!!!)
While I dump on you dudes (Dip-Set!)
And what we live by (yeah),
Uh huh
Is you the right one
Oh oh
I got yo nigga wanna be with
Cause I treat him like a king
He ain't never in the street
I show him how to be with
tangeray and hennesey,
untill i call earl, 10 months in this gut, wut the fuck,
i wish moms would hurry up, so i can get buck wild,
juvenile with the mics n
earlier
I did it by the books
But instead I had skip to class
And go and make a jugg
College grad might I add, let me retract
I'm a gift that's already open
Gun deh deh and di youth dem a buss shot
Dem mek sure drugs deh deh and wi baby a bunn crack
Surely the old time living a come back
Two wild juvenile mi
a leader, take your pick
Now I'm smokin buddha philly blunt style
A frustrated and confused young juvenile
King of the project blues so I choose
To take
Pin out the bin to the fin
Pin out the bin to the fin
Pick a the pin out the bin bin to the fin fin fin
Pin out the bin to the fin
Checked in messed
You tried so hard to get
Right back inside my head
And I'd say it was a real success
Cause now you're lying here in my bed
I checked your
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
see likkle juvenile wid a nine a spray
Me see man guh prison
And nuh survive a day
Yow de youths dem need a brighter day
Right a way
Chro me cahh
We're sitting here with Eazy E
Believe that
How are you doing?
All right
So, Eazy, tell me, how was your life as a youngster ?
Ruthless, my
nickname afta dat is money
Let mi give dem di whole story, yeah, ya, ya
As a juvenile in di ghetto were growin' up
Their big guns wanted boy have
myself as the Hungry Hustler, Afroman.
I am the American Dream. Even though the government tried to experiment with me
By placing me in the projects, I'm
got the little homie right by the corner
Here comes that bitch ass reporter
Making money every time we hit the border
Juvenile court had a big ass
(JD on the track)
Uh, I can't lie
Lately I ain't been feelin' myself
I'm on mars right now
Whoa-oh
Look, looked at a picture of Ralphie like
"The real, hip-hop"
"MCing, and DJing from your own mind, ya know?"
"I, I guess right now we should start the show"
Who's the suspicious
Down to ride
Tell me I was right
cre you down to ride
Time had gone by we were smoke dogs
High schools over we had real jobs
Had our share of other
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