Lyrics:
pistol in your hand
You ain't no man
You get ran.. off tha set... like a bitch
And if you stay.. it's trigga play
Motherfucker, you get split
Dead aim at my brain
Infrared with no lights on
I ain't afraid to die
Want to see what's after this
I'm livin' blind writin' rhymes
'til they capture
like you know when I creep real slow
Givin' love to them playas that
I know is real G's
Niggas don't know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was
go get some hood rats!
Chorus:
(Juvenile)
B.G. go on with your Dog A$$
Boy you know you wrong with Dog A$$
(B.G. aka Baby
hoes
Like THIS!!...
Multiple Mental scares, outlining your insides wit' bars
Grippin' your nina hard, bitch by blood hata by heart
When the fuck you
He's a hardheaded child and it's time to be learned
[Chorus 2X: Juvenile]
You don't like me, yeah? Well fuck you in ya ass
Niggaz is pure pussy and they
go get some hood rats!
Chorus:
(Juvenile)
B.G. go on with your Dog A$$
Boy you know you wrong with Dog A$$
(B.G. aka Baby
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
What you wear or what's on your feet
Eat the foot long and when it
Kick you get six more feet
Yo, I twist the pure leaf
I just got in some new shit
Dawg
Ah yeah, Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil' Wyte, featuring Juvenile
Crash the mothafuckin' club, the remix
And it's goin' down for you hoes like this
[Juve] Mmmm hmmmmm
[Drag] Ha ha hah
Oh! Damn, now bop to this
Yeah, uhh, uhh, y'all know what this is (flame on)
Juvenile, Drag-On (flame on)
Juvenile]
Maybe not probably don't even feel that way
How can you not what's under my waist is real I say
A yo my fire cracker pop like independence day
in the streets
I'm fully in it bitch, your shit is juvenile to me
We can squash it, go 'head let you warm up the crowd for me
I hate to even be like
nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumpin' out Lex's and Hummers, showin' off for my people
I'm the number one stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The number one
skins, light up, and then I smoke a Phil'
You don't want a beef with this juvenile delinquent
I'm not good, I'm livin like a hood
And when I kick
your hand
You ain't no man
You get ran, off tha set, like a bitch
And if you stay, it's trigga play
Motherfucker, you get split
And once it's on,
Probably 'cause I gotta tell myself another lie
'Cause that's what helps to get me by
'Cause I'm in Hell
This is my goodbye, farewell
Wanna hold you,
from a glock
The world gon spin around Me
Dead in jail or not
So if what I do
Is tell ya lies
Find a bitch who wont
You a juvenile wit lies
You wear dat
like, singin' my song (I see you cooters)
We do it for fun
Bad Boys 2, the soundtrack
Let's go, yeah
Come here, girl (come on), what your name is?
like, singin' my song (I see you cooters)
We do it for fun
Bad Boys 2, the soundtrack
Let's go, yeah
Come here, girl (come on), what your name is?
Tenderised pulverized hide yo wives divert your eyes
Indecent exposure? How many charges apply?
Brain dead brain dead brain dead
Brain dead brain dead brain
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
Bitch, I'm.. hot.. sweaty, gettin'.. moist
Tha girl want me.. ta show her my.. choice
Ya know what I.. mean.. I wanna.. push
Dick in your.. ass like
nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumpin' out Lex's and Hummers, showin' off for my people
I'm the number one stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The number one
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