Lyrics:
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(Lil Wayne)
I have you burning up 'cause I be (Hot Hot)
Like a firecracker
I'm (Tss Tss) Pow
See these niggas can't take me
'cause
this shit you goin' feel like me
Hook: (B.G. and Juvenile)
Nigga fuck you, I feel just like you (3x)
B.G.:
You fucking with the B.G., you fucking with
Nigga can't out-stunt me when it come to these fuckin' cars, nigga
Believe that
You know me, I don't need no introduction and shit
Ride
delinquent, that's what we all are, yeah
We're all juvenile delinquent, you and me
Juvenile delinquent, that's what we all are
We're all juvenile delinquent,
good, it's hard to be bad
Stay out of trouble, and you be glad
Take this tip from me, and you will see
How happy you will be
Oh oh, boys
loved by ya grandmama, and ya babies
[chorus]
See my head is so big they call me jack n the box
You can't impress me, so fuck what you got
I say my head
side
I reach out my hands in anguish to you
But you can never seem to see it through
I can't bear to let you go
But sometimes one just knows
You want me
do it, do it well (yeah)
Let me see you take it low (girl, go and take it low)
We can even do it slow (we can even do it slow)
Either way you want
do it, do it well (yeah)
Let me see you take it low (girl, go and take it low)
We can even do it slow (we can even do it slow)
Either way you want
And punch up yuh face quicker
Than a fruit punch
Punch up yuh face quicker than a fruit punch
Pear juvenile unnu see a run come
Dawg, me nuh run creech
My K1
If I kill em softly is that still goin be homicide
Living like my father do that still make me a juvenile
Pushing different engines I be driving
And stride
Ooh this man got me stuttering
Can't even
Get out my replies
Somethin ain't right
How I'm feelin
I gotta crush on you
I gotta crush on you
This is
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
you burning up cuz I be (Hot Hot)
Like a firecracker
I'm (Tss Tss) Pow
See these niggas can't take me
Cuz they know they takin care of my baby
Don't get
a gorilla (ya understand)
I'll whip ya like the Thrilla Manilla (ya understand)
You gon' make me have to kill me a nigga (ya understand)
I'm a be
living
you steadily trippin, say I'm trickin with the women
girl don't make me get to trippin everything is what I'm givin, I know
[Juvenile]
I know
[Juvenile]
Say Bubba
I'm glad you, gave me the green light
so I can write some shit, for my hood
And talk about the shit I see
Y'knahmsayin? I've
Wetin you
Been cough
Why so serious you get me (brrrrrrraaaayyy)
When you see monkey wear canvas
Then you know say yawa don gas
Tell all my bros make them
bitch, you can't go wrong with me
And if it's a hotter miss, I'm still waitin' to see
I'll make me ? love me huh, one way or the other
Whether I be
'bout
Let me take you back in time
Rewind to eighty-nine
Little nappy haired juveniles, livin' wild
No smiles on our faces
Thirteen catchin' cases
Indeed,
and you a nigga now who did it?
motherfucker no stomach they too scary to admit it
rearview mirror fucked up so I can't see when they coming
you're tryin' your hardest to get by
Yeah, I could see it in your eyes (oh, I)
I could see it in (I could see it in)
We The Best Music
'Cause I can
bitch, you can't go wrong with me
And if it's a hotter miss, I'm still waitin' to see
I'll make me ? love me huh, one way or the other
Whether I be
rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's
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