Lyrics:
he trips out into Rock & Roll Heaven
He's got the Rockin' Pneumonia and the Boogie-Woogie Flu
He likes to Shake it Rattle & Roll
Other than that he
the fluid, and I thought you knew it
Doing it like this and doing it like that
And, uh
When it comes to gats but I ain't have but no
Why try to put up a fight
the good game
I know hoochies, chickens
Homies, snitches
Pimps, killas, big butt bitches
Fakas, cake bakas, L.A. Lakas
I only fuck with real niggaz,
Somewhere in the Caribbean Islands
'Cause the vibe you giving me now
Feels like I'm an innocent child
When sinning is never tempting when other womens
Right there, but you're one light year, from my level
Uh-huh, yeah, yo, check it, yo
Bottles goin' off in the church, we broke the wine
Slapped
the beat like it's my only son, my DNA
And this that southern playeristic like we was in the eight
Back in the day, I was young, broke and infamous
the barrel's in your mouth
It's more than I expected, I thought your jewels was rented
but they wasn't, so run it, cousin
I could chill, the heat doesn't
Ran up
I'm finna roll
Now I can take the Benz, or I can take the Rover
And if I pull the Bentley Coupe out, then it's over
But I'ma keep it O-G, and pull out
to
His father prolly didn't claim him neither
History do repeats itself, sometimes it don't need a reason
But I would like to say it's not your fault
Right there, but you're one light year, from my level
Uh-huh, yeah, yo, check it, yo
Bottles goin' off in the church, we broke the wine
Slapped
precise, cause if not I wouldn't speak it
I rock shit everyday of the week, especially the weekends
Outside, these pretty clothes I live, but with
and bloods
Most these hoes don't know who they president is
Most these bitches only know the one that's on they ones
Most these hoes never roll substance off
many ubers in the morning getting sent out
All these women here in shape but they bent out
Pretend to listen to me baby when I vent bout
Roll with
we ain't getting sweated by them fools in the black and white
So I roll straight to the spot
Bust that left
O, hits it next
Steady feelin the vibe
'm feeling like what I deserve I didn't get
But I'ma stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head up
And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up
1997
don't make it thirty-six
I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like youse the user
'Cause uh-uh, I'll make you walk like a donkey
Some say on and on, but they mean on on
I got tired of that new style, breakdown
I have to take it back
get online
A creation myth or a .45
You're gonna to need one or the other to survive
Where only the armed or the funny make it out alive
Mara
buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin'
Slappin' niggas known for tellin' bitches fuck it in the late night
"Last
'til a hundred and one years old
I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast
But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast
Rock it out, a-Baby Bubba
not around
Everybody talking money I say prove it not a sound
White girls gone wild
We don't judge 'em though, they ain't on trial
Bad bitches got
all our shit and moved it to the other side
He visited our spot, this girl was on my dick
She said, "I love you, Juvenile but you know you the shit"
I
culprit
But a love tap full of washed up stardom melted trying to milk it
Win a ticket to right white lines highway sideways melt it smelt it
One love
let the thing go bust it
Put a whole clip through your Kangol cousin
Now your homie don't like it but he can't do nothing
Came through busting, I
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