Lyrics:
ain't the credit union dawg
What you need to do is
Go get you some money and call me back
And when you call me back I got that pack fashow doe
Please
the streets at midnight, the little terror
Huh, I get better by the letter
A true breed, head to juvenile once more
A twenty bag of funk, shall I say more?
behind
They might just stand the test of time
No doubt it’s my legacy
Now what was I suppose to do
Give it up instead I did it for you
Holla back
It’s my
Do you got that do you got that
Do you got that holla if you got that
Do you got that do you got that
Do you got that well holla back if you got that
start callin you no-brainer!
And please don't bring her if
She is a no-brainer
And you'ont need a brainer -
Know I'm Weezy Baby!
Come back Gutta - holla
so you respectin us
Chorus
[Juvenile]
If I was in the dinker, I probably be dead right now
One of these niggas tried to bust my head by now
I'll be
of this shit
Come cop
Nine to five
Working overtime
I can't kick it with you
Unless it's bout a dime
It ain't by the dollar
Ain't no need to holla
I'm
holla, you folla you fall
Yo, microphones get ripped holding us back
K dash rocking it out, rocking the cold style
Making it up, go along singing my song
love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour, yeah
I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me to roam
So she call me cabron plus marricon
Said
want to holla sometime and throw in my hand
But I won't fold you know how I roll
I live that life of a trouble man and play by the code
Where I'm from
everyone is gone
I'm a still care for you
Still ride for you
Live and die by you
Baby that's the truth cause
I don't want wahala
I just want to holla
just hope I survive
Feel like a deity not quite a god
See how they hate when I'm back on the job
Lyrical assassin when I am rapping'
They was busy
late (uh)
Don't be makin' no mistakes
Put it out and then you bring it back straight
It's more money to make
Holla
Neef Bucks in full effect
dyin' to know)
Well holla at him
Hey busta (what's good ma?)
I've been a fan since way back when you dropped "woo-hah"
(Woo-hah!) yeah, that was my
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,
western with niggas in two cars
Tomorrow hoes gotta go, cause me and B flyin back to Tennessee
Tryin to see bout some cheese
They got niggas ballin, but
so juvenile
(But that's just a fantasy away
Only just a sweet fantasy away)
My eyes crack open to the dark of night
To an empty bed, you're not by my
Ladies and gentlemen
I got my **** in my pants, **** in my drawers
Holla, woopt, woopt, homie, if you see them laws
I got my **** in my pants, ****
is?" I'm with stunna, bitch, holla back.
Princess and baguettes to out shine you cock sucka's
Ridin' on some Ferris wheel's - Bigger than a muthafucka!
[Juvenile]
I'd be a stupid motha fucka if I'm stuck in his pot
I aint waitin to see what nigga out here love me or not
I say I hate em from
but I’m saved
And I don’t know if this is how to behave
It make me wanna - holla
Burnin’ in the fire but I’m cold
Will I ever stop, bet my tires tell
with nathan
Then when I do that they gon' back door and try to holla
Hoping I'm a do them like you and drop them off some dollas
But I ain't cause
CHORUS \\\ RA
Ooh you could holla back
Ooh you should back that ass
Ooh what’s under the mask
Ooh imma fuck on that
1ST VERSE \\\ RA
Don’t give no
lets just celebrate that we still here and
Whoa
Never leave me alone
Tell em holla at ya boy and cause I'll be comin home
I'll be comin home
Ooh,
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