Lyrics:
you and all your peeps
You done fucked around with some wild niggas
You done fucked off the dough of Juvenile and Jigga's
You better get it back,
she make a fool out of me, I should know 'cause I'm older
Wasn't meant for me, fuck it, we ain't agree on no subject
We look good together when we was
this azz up
Bone don't you know lil' mama fully loaded
I got a fat ass and I know how to tote it
You wanna fuck?
Twenty g's for the nut
Keys
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
you and all your peeps
You done fucked around with some wild niggas
You done fucked off the dough of Juvenile and Jigga's
You better get it back,
shop and buy a gat for tha click
Nigga ask tha Ruff Ryders if you real wit it slick
I took them to tha mansion that's paid out slick
Wit them
pump)
Now, I'll play the G in this deadly game
Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the gang (pump, pump)
If it ain't one thing it's a motherfucking
earlier
I did it by the books
But instead I had skip to class
And go and make a jugg
College grad might I add, let me retract
I'm a gift that's already open
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
for G-note (brrt, I made him do it)
I need to slow down on them thirties (hey)
'Cause I'm keep throwin' up (I'm throwin' up)
I threw back two of them
pay the cost for my homie's life, it's lost.
Toss a coin in the air, run my fingers through my hair,
and ask myself: "who the fuck should I really
half the times we flaunt 'cause trouble
My closest road dog it was cool 'cause I love you
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Let me take you back in time,
The hot boys, the three-time losers, the drug-abusers
I don't give a fuck what you do, nigga
Stick to what you do
[ CHORUS ]
It be them Flaw Boyz,
to sellin it whole
[Juvenile]
I read the paper today and everything was kinda chill
Word is circulatin niggaz is tryin to find a deal
So he could
Steve
Chorus:
I take It off your shoulder
Nigga I'm thuggin in the magnolia
You better do what I told ya
Unless you want to get fuck over
[Juvenile
it for da low
Go on let ya top down, fuck it blow a couple grand
Treat her like an animal, make her do a hand stand
Club Rolexx (lex), you can
inside that grind when you decline friends
Yeah, it's too late for you to sign in
You know how many in my circle win if I win?
Bet they wish they woulda
fuck 'em! (Surprise)
Fuck the police! (You're muthafuckin' right)
Fuck the police comin' straight from the underground
A young nigga got it bad
I'm goin out baby uzi, style
Catchin bodies like I hit skins
The hostile juvenile, fuck what you heard
More four-five, motherfucker die
My crew is
y'all
That's tipical talk when they dick hard
They just wanna little pussy mama that's all
It's like fourth down, two yards fuck it they goin for it
How
gon' be you in it
As a juvenile caught cases so fluently
Look at my life and learn from it, don't do it
If I only knew back then what I know now,
You trying to give me a charge you must be crazy
[Juvenile]
I don't know why you making people think I got you swell
You better quit it before one
Its time for me to tell you something that you never heard Drizz got a dark past I did a lot of dirt/ I use to be a church boy Sunday school corduroy
, fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut
Buck, buck, buck soufle you lay you then I'm hittin' that clutch
It's where the blacks rub, what, fuck
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