Lyrics:
I feel like the streets are takin over
Never stayin sober, the brain over and over backtrack
My stack's fat, I used to take new
One love to my
someone (No)
Else when you're by my side (Yah yah!)
I want you to (woah)
Stay with me (Yah!)
Forever like by my side (woah!)
By my side (what?)
Come
Teacher, teacher, quick I need a naked nurse!"
"What's the matter?" "I don't know, my leg, it hurts!"
"Leg?! I thought you said it was your tummy?"
"Oh, I
(biatch)
Bustin' on paper thin motherfuckers
Drinkin gin 'fore you get to sinnin' on them busters
Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me
of wine
She doesn't care
Drink if you dare
Glass shatters everywhere
Take another shot
She won't ever stop
Show her what you got
Drinking like a juvenile
to say
Yeah it seems like I can't get you out my brain
Yeah I try to distract myself but nothing seems to work
And every time I close my eyes it's your
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[Juvenile]
I'm the motherfucker killed your boy, and what?
You gon' do somethin bout it? Bitch nigga then stand up
I'm not responsible for
But I capitalize off everything they talk
They don't know me but I'm knowin'
That they know what I'm about
Kodak said I gotta' think before
I open up
[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Uh, Uh, Uh I took my first break in seventy-five
I tell the story like yesterday when(??) was alive
didn't do shit with my
black and white we call it a coulee in Lafayette Lafayette
Felt like I lost my mind one day and slept on the coulee yea
And the water was running right by
"playing football should be your only fun son".
I'm like "allright" so we enter the house,
come up to the door and pops fired to the mouth.
I
juvenile, yes, I goof and I jest
A flawed human, I guess
But I'm doing my best to not ruin your expectations
And meet 'em, but first, the "Speedom" verse
stop at frosty freeze for
A couple of snowcones
She telling me that I didn't need
To do what I done
She said: "playing football should be
Your only fun
a interlude
We was on the quest young like it was an interview, yeah (ah)
This the last time I'ma look like a fool to you
Say this ain't no juvenile thing
Not exactly
And for your listeners, what does Eazy think of himself?
Bad and bold, you can't get with this
Those that tried, you're on my hit list
[Wayne]
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
Cash Mo-ney Millionaires
So take it there
[Juvenile]
Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer,
bounce back b-bounce back
I'm about bounce back bounce b-bounce back
[Juvenile]
You ever had corns on your fingers from squeezing the mack to much
What next? We tryin to bring it back to the team
Let our dogs see how it is to do your own thing
Not like Baby though, really put your own bling
we grow
See it there, you turn stripper now
For few likes on your pictures now
A the least for steppa take your preps and play with her clitoris
cornered and sell some Vodafone
N-why to floater while I'm humpin' your daughter
Stayin' in the French quarter and listen to Juvenile
I like that South shit,
and be a rollin' stone
Like pop
Stashin' the rocks by the gats
With the Gs
So I can talk crazy when the narks yell freeze!
I don't fight
a dime-dime-dime
I'm a cheat code, what is my mind?
Give me brain like I'm Einstein
Baby like "you fye, fye, fye"
I reply "I try, try, try"
My niggas still popping
It's clear you have a death wish
And from what I hear, your latest dish
Lives for you, and scares you half to death
You bend over backwards
heart away
Whenever I'm not on drugs
Going through the hardest days
And I need me some love in my life
Need some people just like you
Cause you my
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