Lyrics:
You've got your mother in a whirl
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's go out tonight
You like me,
have a new name juvenile delinquent life like a titanic boat straight sinking/ now what the hell was I thinking life moving fast just like my eyes when
on your dashboard, stampin' out your passport
Ask me if I'm really okay
You get what you want, you want, you want
You get what you want, you want, you
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,
for your grass
How can you give what you don't have
You keep on aiming for the top
And quit before you sweat a drop
Feed your empty brain
With
were tight like the Q-Tip in the fight
Now is you insane is your brain intact
We be official when it comes to this no B.S. rap
Here comes the lyrical,
Would it be enough for your teenage lust
Would it help to ease the pain? Ease your brain?
If I could dig down deep in my heart
Feelings would flood
Would it be enough for your teenage lust
Would it help to ease the pain? Ease your brain?
If I could dig down deep in my heart
Feelings would flood
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(What's your name?) Marshall
(Who's your daddy?) I don't have one
My mother reproduced like a Komodo dragon
twisted sideways
And I'm the head honcho, sport golden tonsils
Inventing new styles all the time like pronto
Four by four, runnin' over suckers like
At least I'm saved by my scriptural warn readings
And while leaving you here
Believe what you believe in
But you don't want to not believe
Believe in
This is your station baby
All I see is strobe lights
Blinding me in my hindsight
Finding me by myself
Promise me you can help
In all honesty I got
sir, yes sir
Oh, we gonna take it back like thieves and foes
Nasty as I want to be
That makes me too live for your crew
Ho get down get low
I'm
by?
(Passin' by, passin' by, passin' by)
Wantin' your summer skin pressed on mine
Wanna know what your lovin' tastes like
On a night like tonight
come through it get hotter than a soup kitchen
I leave clips in your head like a beautician
I hit one, you hit one, that mean two alive
But if they
you complain
Fix you up, mix you cut like pro-caine
O-o-o oh, I be insane to your brain
Right on your subconcious I
Leave my shit stain
I be the mostest
night with you
Hold me like I'm more than just a friend
Give me a memory I can use
Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do
It matters how this
peanuts
I said oh Kisha
This what I got to meet her
She drunk it like a 2 liter
She blow like a pro
Oh no I got to keep her
Told her I'd be back about
"What's your name"
"Thomas but everybody calls me Little Tom
They named me after my daddy but they say, I look like my mom"
"Why it's almost midnight
[ INTRO: Juvenile ]
What's up whodie?
This Juvenile Nino, Cash Money Millionaire
Doin this here
My boys from the ATL, Jim Crow
And we all should
was so enticed
By niggas like slick money and ice
We figure prison it should come with the light
Along with losin' your life
And there were no way
Sun still stone
Watching
We walk by them and hear voices yeah
No one ever stops to talk of things we'd rather do
They never did
What if God
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
I fuck with you, if you fuck with me
(Know I'm sorry I just got off, that
Shit so high I was like
Who is this nigga? That's what I was saying)
I fuck
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