Lyrics:
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut what the fuck
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
Wild juvenile rippin' mics
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut what the fuck
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
Wild juvenile rippin' mics
jump in that bitch and ride
When I catch ya I'ma do ya, I'ma smoke ya, I'ma kill ya
I'ma spank ya, I'ma whack ya, Geezy gone deal witcha
I don't play,
run up in ya resident
Say hello to the baddest bitch ya ever met
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck
Sawed-off followed by the Mossberg Pump
When I
I like to think this world is crazy
Hey see ya now
Sometimes I feel this world is crazy
Loco
The guns coming in by the boatload
Juvenile dem
[Juvenile]
Juvenile and Mario pimping and we
On deck so stay tune to ya
Programs cause we on next I want to
Women catching the wall
Unless you
and got a mind full of stunts
Getting harder to see when your blinded by thieves
Try parting the seas when ya ride on ya dreams
I'm hardly there though
tracks pussy in every borough
Kidnap ya, tie ya down, drug ya, "Kiss the Girls"
Klack automatics no matter the pressure the static (klack)
I blow you by
[Juvenile] That's right, Cash Money done
took over this shit, motherfuckers.
Y'all don't know how ta do it. I'ma
show ya how I live. (Number-one
to the good life we taste it
Damn the consequences pimp
If it's a chance we take it
First case a month in juvenile and get probation
When I think about all
wonder why we riot in the damn streets
They can't hold us down we getting all that money
And watch what I tell ya, everybody wants some
How they get it
x2)
I'm warnin' ya, I'm tellin' ya.
A headbusta is up in yo area.
Don't stand there, betta be bailin' brah.
A hollow-tip bullet's gonna tear you up.
I
the bricks
While I fly private jet out of town by a bitch
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Tryin to be here to see my seeds, when they have they seeds
arms, I stretch, but I can't reach
A far cry from it, or it's in my grasp, but as
Soon as I grab, squeeze
I lose my grip like the flying trapeze
Into
down from at the door
Niggaz with cause leave you wit scars and open source
Soon as ya boor get a swore stuck in ya faloor
Sharpin' up 1 son
I used to roll with high frequency
Had a habit of juvenile delinquency
If y'all could see all the things I did
When I was a kid
Ya might flip ya
[Wayne]
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
Cash Mo-ney Millionaires
So take it there
[Juvenile]
Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer,
represent 'til I fall under the dirt boy
I run wit' Juvenile, BG, and Turk boy
And we the hottest, of the hottest
Of the damn hot
In helicopters with my
Diamonds worn by everybody thats in my click
Man, I got the price of a mansion 'round my neck and wrist
My nigga Baby gettin' a special built machine
BY YA (bzz bzzt) in sun fire - see'mon!
What why'all need to do is throw that shit up, shit up
For the cool amigos with Tequila in the gut
What
mission
Juvenile detention center, same lil' nigga
From a loser to a winner
I'm that same lil' nigga
In a stolo, ridin' round dolo
Do all my shit solo! car
me I fuck around
And put one in ya brain
Then walk off with ya dame
Private plane all the way to the coast
I'm going pop up to the burbs yo
Something
By our bling bling ring ring and I can't debate it
Low riders hittin' on switches
As we pass by ya in sun fire, c'mon
What y'all need to do is throw
the coroners picking 'em up
Heavy tried to hide his shit, hey nigga I saw you
He said "Why you robbing me? I got nothing but love for ya"
Caught Juvenile for
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