Lyrics:
on the
Brain till they get popped
Put your car in Boston
Bang like I'm Red Sox
Niggas steady talking till I
Aim for the headshot
Does your brain matter? gunshot
Live with us H-B
What what (echo)
[Chorus: x3]
(B.G.) Niggas in trouble cause the Hotboys behind the trigger
(Juvenile) You don't want this out
it again
Shit, why not, blow your brain out, I'm blowin' mine out
Fuck it, you only live once, you might as well die now!
A thug's what I want
deserve my respect
And brains don't matter but tell me what really matters
When you pissed off at the world like you got a crazy bladder
And, momma
I trained wack MC's, in camps like ex-marines
Why the fuck you think you went home and had bad dreams
Of horrifying things, that your ass never seen
wack MC's, in camps like ex-marines
Why the fuck you think you went home and had bad dreams
Of horrifying things, that your ass never seen before?
What's my name cocaine
Coc coc coc
Cocaine cocaine cocaine
Whats my aim your brain
Your your your
Your brain your brain your brain
What's my name
a Tesla shooting yellin nigga drive...
But I'm ...
Tryna be a nigga with a drive ..
But I'm ...
Not even a nigga who can drive...
Bow your heads...
Like
guarantee she make it to the penthouse naked
You niggas been outdated
Like the bitches I dated way way way way back when
Now I'm getting brain in
, what, losin' your head
Woke up on the wrong side of the bed
Juvenile faction of hard, you say you're livin' large
You're the head nigga in charge
passionate point across
Like a hood cat clappin' his hands when he talkin'
Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention
Don't come around
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
brain on stand-by
Cause it's the message, comin straight from the BOSS!
[Ced Gee]
Your attention please, come on, let me try this
This beat is funky --
dumb, and blind to see
And our love will burn forever
Is what I'd say if this wasn't all a dream yeah, we're all so juvenile
Why don't you put down your
my shades on,
Ready to put the dick on any bitch that I played on,
Now what's the haps with you and your clique?
I don't think you want no more gangsta
are black ass (ogoli goligo)
Tell the juvenile for the opp block better comport
OPPOLO look in my face this nigga Dey massacre
I go chop your father
a little change... from bustin' them niggas' brains
Ya like how ya live... you got everything ya need
Up inside of your crib... like Hennesy and weed
wack MC's, in camps like ex-marines
Why the fuck you think you went home and had bad dreams
Of horrifying things, that your ass never seen before?
Ha ha ha
Oh damn
Now bop to this
Oh yeah
Y'all know what this is
Flame on
Juvenile
Drag on
Flame on
And now swizz swizz beatz yeah
Hope I'm able to make this right turn right here or I'm fucked.
Lil' whodi that I'm with, ballin' up like a bitch.
Instead of tryin' to retaliate by
yard dash Blow right past
Second not an option Never look back
Some talk trash To me entertainment
Now I understand what Pinky and the Brain meant
Same
catchin' papes
Was snatchin' up snakes on a roof butt-naked hang em off like drapes
Then ask what's the combination to the safe, with the brace
And those
Steve
Chorus:
I take It off your shoulder
Nigga I'm thuggin in the magnolia
You better do what I told ya
Unless you want to get fuck over
[Juvenile
What?
Uh
The Bad
Yeah
The Evil
The Bad (yo, yo, yo)
The Evil
Put 'em together
Yo, if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothin' to strip
If
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