Lyrics:
passed away when I was two
There was nothing they could do
And all I know is that they said he was the ladies man
Momma kept pressing on
Her boys kept
profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone you clones, and all you knuckleheads
gonna make it without you
Do you really wanna see me crawl
And I'm never gonna make it like you do
Making love out of nothing at all
(Making
and showin' your teeth
Walkin' 'round you like you took care and you handled your beef
Pissed off 'cause your hoe wanna come talk to me
To show me the little
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
friend and
Send me to the pen
Not the pen juvenile hall like a gym
Start my day man I'm really nice with the pen
Our world ain't the same
I'm thinking
reebok sportin'
Expedition corner spender
Big fine woman bender, put the weight in the blender
Got big bags by rillas,
Shiesty like a splinter,
With a dimepiece
Audemar what that time piece say
Audemar what that time piece say
Know it ain't shit, swing by the Federal boot camp
Shit, whip it like
sick, sick
Like we're sociologically sick
In my professional opinion, what we got here is a run-of-the-mill juvenile delinquent
And juvenile
juvenile
Thin line between getting Bucks and gettin' wild
Brooklyn style, hundred thousand miles
Parquet tiles, leavin' ankles broke in a pile
Son got
juvenile
Thin line between getting Bucks and gettin' wild
Brooklyn style, hundred thousand miles
Parquet tiles, leavin' ankles broke in a pile
Son got
why they free-basing
Wastin time doing nothing
Livin like an outcast gotta get up get out and get something
[Chorus: 2X]
Look into my eyes see if
this gut, what the fuck
I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck
While, Juvenile rippin' mics and shit
New York, New York ready for the likes
Tip It Back Nothing Else In The World Makes You Feel Like That Wherever You're Standing Whatever Your Point Of View There's Something About A Song You
of character that 50 sent to a wanksta...
Bitch I'm by self !
cnd I surround u like a Pickett fence protecting Biden from offensive picketers..
Im when
heart
Happy and free
You're the one
You're the one
You're the one for me
Some say you're bawdy
Wicked and wild
A restless useless juvenile
But I
So let the whole damn world go by
'Cause I just want to testify
From now on it's me
And my sweet potato pie.
on a tall tee remember you get caught you ain't get it off me. But ah fucc dumbing it down I made something from nothing when wasn't nothing around, I was
cold words like it's winter
I ain't ever win, I'm a failure
Looking through the mirror, yeah I know I'm a sinner
That's all the world can say to me
broke so maybe that's why they free-basing
Wastin time doing nothing
Livin like an outcast gotta get up get out and get something
[Chorus: x2]
{Sound of a helicopter}
[Officer 1]
Juvenile
You are not a soldier
Put down your soldier rag and ground the chopper
If you don't we
nothing like the first time (I gotta have your ass home)
or how things used to be
Ok, come travel with me down memory lane
Back in my wonder years when
are fat, you see, it don't matter to me
I feel like nobody is badder than me
[Female: Is all that true ?]
I don't lie
You see... I'm not mister nice guy
out
Goin' to the shag, gonna shake it all about
Bop-a-lena lookin' like a rose in the wild
Man I dig that freek juvenile
When she gets a-goin' she's
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