Lyrics:
juvenile
Thin line between getting Bucks and gettin' wild
Brooklyn style, hundred thousand miles
Parquet tiles, leavin' ankles broke in a pile
Son got
GOING SOUTH
I’m about an hour from the Mason Dixon line
Every mile gets a little warmer without her by my side
That Pennsylvania girl
Invited me
of a jelly jar
Oh, you're some down home girl
Dimples in your pretty cheeks
And dimples in your knees
You walk by and baby I
Can smell magnolia trees
You
juvenile
Thin line between getting Bucks and gettin' wild
Brooklyn style, hundred thousand miles
Parquet tiles, leavin' ankles broke in a pile
Son got
feel
You gotta be yourself
And follow your dreams
[Chorus]
Don't let them call you a juvenile delinquent
Don't let them say, say that you're
Magnolia in your hair was a trap
So long, my dearest tender, so long
Your hands in mine, your eyes won’t hide
Who’s that you love for now
Mascara on your
Top tier take your top off
Lot of hot sauce
Salt and pepper prawns with the bokchoy
Yea yea
Since a juvenile been a hot boy yea yeah
Since a juvy I
Brrrr, 20 PrimeCo phones
Baby what you mean that
Juvenile ain't bout matin'
Best get yo' mind right and
Go head with that hatin'
What, you must think that
[Juvenile]
Huh...
You lil boyz don't know what it mean ta get shot
You lil boyz don't want to do nothin' but hang on tha block
Yoy lil boyz ain't
a magnolia tree
A couple years went by and a demo of mine hopped on the radio
So we bumped it up to a master track and we took it out on the road
And before
[wyclef talking:]
Yo to my people doing time, xzibit, juvenile, y'all need to
Nature, ja rule, reptile come on
Bring the heat.
[xzibit]
Look,
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut what the fuck
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
Wild juvenile rippin' mics
we flew off the page
Such damage was done
But I made it through, 'cause somebody knew
I was meant for someone
So girl, leave your boots by the bed
We
I'm tryin' to do right
But I'm surrounded by wrong
Avoid the all night flight
And still make it on my own
I'm tryin' be cool do what I gotta do
But
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut what the fuck
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
Wild juvenile rippin' mics
(gave it my all)
It ain't alright (never goes right)
I turned to the drugs (turned to the drugs)
A remedy to help me get by tonight
I bleed when I cough
know it's just no use, no use
Know what people say
They think it's a juvenile's game
But I don't care, I'd always wait
'Cause we are brought together by
on its belly pulled a stranger passing through
He's a juvenile delinquent, never learned how to behave
But the cops would never think to look in
a decapitated head
When the rest of his body's still alive runnin'?
Comin' with five gunmen, waitin' to do a drive-by
So when you see the black 500 (what?)
a decapitated head
When the rest of his body's still alive runnin'?
Comin' with five gunmen, waitin' to do a drive-by
So when you see the black 500 (what?)
juvenile to adult
We choose all the scenes
and live with the results
were creatures of God
tempted by default
caught up in the now
fallen prey to the cult
a sweet magnolia tree
My love blossomed tenderly
My life grew sweeter through the years
I know that my baby loves me
My baby needs me
That's why we
of fly girls
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut, what the fuck
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
wild, juvenile
And the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing through
He's a juvenile delinquent, never learned how to behave
But the cops'd never think to look in
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