Lyrics:
down and holla
If you tipsy stand up
DJ, turn it louder
Take somebody by the waist and uh
Now throw it in they face like uh
Hypnotic, robotic, this
down and holla
If you tipsy stand up
DJ, turn it louder
Take somebody by the waist and uh
Now throw it in they face like uh
Hypnotic, robotic, this
Converting chips to millions
Don't ask where my paper route
Dap you a pound nod ya head
Passing by
you know what I'm about
Juvenile, juvenile
acted dumb
When you'd see me after school?
But I wasn't no fool No sweat lost
Time passed by Now look who's boss
Probably never thought about you
switchin up, I got you feenin and I
And I can feel it when your energy off
Yeah I can tell by the face you make when I'm takin off
But imma be right back
completed person
But the pussy had you broken can't be fixed by any surgeon
Shawty bring in back come and touch them toes
Shawty know she bed she ain't got
inside of my mind
I tie them up to the commas back in juvenile rhymes
And my eyes are about to blow
But that's all part of this freak show
My
inside of my mind
I tie them up to the commas back in juvenile rhymes
And my eyes are about to blow
But that's all part of this freak show
My
It's true, I'm a Rubik's a beautiful mess
At times juvenile, yes, I goof and I jest
A flawed human, I guess
But I'm doin' my best to not ruin your ex–
she grillin' me, Black?
Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back
On my lap, in the jet to Miami and back
When I tear through new school,
a chokehold
Y'all remember a nigga got me singin' like it's Coco
Villain Beach been the hub, it's exporting' tracks by the boatload
Back on tracks to parlay,
Like my girls down in the south
No BBL, yeah not an ounce
Know how to make that ass bounce
I feel just like Juvenile
We gettin' started
We gettin'
name is and I'm here to say
Fuck any rapper alive who starts their rap that way
Including me, indubitably
I poo and pee, so juvenile
On the ones and twos
Tell ya people that I'm comin by (Yeah yeah)
Got that shit that'll get ya high (Holla at a pimp)
Talkin shit cause I'm off
Tonight, and you really
say for your hood oh yeah everytime when I pass by
Them go holla my name
Even for the ghetto oh yes make you follow me to that side
Them go holla my
the bros
Now shorties holla at me
I can't love no hoe
Money is the only thing to get my love for me
Blowing all this gas by the O
Counting cash with
shit
You'd think I had the world in my palm
Surrounded by the team pockets full of C.R.E.A.M.
Still ain't all peaches and cream
Cause it's hard being
old back road
These roads, away from our homes
It brings us, all a smile
It takes us, back when we go
To being, a juvenile
Being so free and so wild
But she get trashed on the car hood by Hoodstock
We got good stock
and size does matter bitch, that's why we slang good cock
Back the thirty eight
this gut, what the fuck
I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck
While, Juvenile rippin' mics and shit
New York, New York ready for the likes
style as a juvenile
Ran with a gang, slanged in the meanwhile
Bankin' , I specialized in gankin
whites, Mexicans, brothers and others
Daily, it's all
mac in the land of the small fries
Everyone lies and tries to get by
Some of us drink while most just get high
[Snoop Dogg]
You trying to cover up
slow.
Fuck me like you want it. Hittin' every little organ by her stomach.
Stop back up, bitch who the fuck keep you cummin'.
[Daz]
And you
slide,
as I take you on a trip nigga ride (East Side).
Nate (Daz):
Do you remember back on the East Side?
Where all us niggas used to love
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