Lyrics:
versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
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If
A muthafuckin' juvenile I can go through fall (off top)
Hookin' up with my partnas takin' niggas to war (huh bruh)
Gettin' street drivers and poppin' up a nigga
spleens by the
Age of sixteen hearing the coach scream
Ain't lifetime dream!
I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up
So school I didn't show up
It
So mi a seh, up to di time enuh tads
(di war teacha)
A we put it in di ads seh you are my dads
(di war teacha)
A di war teacha enuh (di war teacha)
You wouldn't know me if you seen me, man it's been a while
Sometimes I dream we're partying like back as juveniles
In one scene there's big dreams
And cut em up like protein
The Lord of criminal juvenile crimes committed
Set it some bitch-ass nigga, I'm widdit
You couldn't fuck with the skills
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face,
a cement flight of steps
And land inside a bed of spider webs
So throw caution to the wind you and a friend
Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do
of the bus,
She told me she could make it to my house by twelve,
So we could get it on, just amongst ourselves,
She came to, I had a blunt to blow,
After that,
Wee get right, uh-huh
(Ladies and gentleman!)
[Chorus 2X: Juvenile]
A wodie, whassup? Wodette, whassup?
A wodie, whassup? Set it off in this
wit the paranoid thoughts runnin round my head
It's like that war, project niggas strike back it's on
what the fuck you sick I'll be right back
money even mo
Disrespect me or play me off the top you gotta go
My people play me we ain't gettin down no mo
Look that ain't how it's 'posed to be but
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
bags
Ima fill em with lots of cash
Gotta get what I never had
Yeah I'm a star and I know it
I ain't letting up off this gas
Can't take my foot off they
And I don't need approval
I'm just tryna keep it movin' 'round
And I don't need to be
So immature and juvenile
But I don't give a fuck about
What
Shoutout to P.A. On The Track from the top dog from Ganja Gorillaz
Keep making that magic baby
Preston Brewer baby
Lets set it off
I think you would
too much hard to get off
You gon have problems in life its up to you to solve them
It's algebra the variables bar, use math in lyrics as a parable
I
it was misery driven by my own demons
'Cause they was killin' me
How can I be sure I'll be saved soon?
Catch me dip into the light
Of the stray moon
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
me
I can't trust too many
These dudes they be iffy
Run it up on the road
I mite make me a fifty
Set a trap drop some bait
You gon catch you a micky
CMR bitch. G Code nigga G code nigga G code nigga
Juvenile:
I ain't no pussy ass nigga (ya understand)
I'm a rapper but I'm still
[Juvenile]
That's right, it's crunch time now fellas
No time to be cryin for momma now, it's the movement
C'mon
To all my people on them corners I
juvenile
Hey, hey, hey, hey, I'm so juvenile
And I'll be gone by juvenile
Whoo
Whoo
Yeah, we're so juvenile, take it away
Whoo
ain't no need for a trial.
Accept it like a man, bitch, or live in denial.
What you think them people gon' say when they look at his file?
"He that lil'
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