Lyrics:
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
(Dolly Parton)
My train of thought was broken by a sudden burst of laughter
Something badly needed to brighten up the chores
Seemed old Mrs.
you're tryin' your hardest to get by
Yeah, I could see it in your eyes (oh, I)
I could see it in (I could see it in)
We The Best Music
'Cause I can
To engage in abortive devourement
Cleavers and whisks, my tools of dissection
A gas powered stove my crematory
The fridge acts as the juvenile's
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
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
How much better
just a juvenile delinquent.
So I was gone, and I'm on my way home,
my momma's going to get me, and I flee with (???).
She puts a jacket on my
of there
Juvenile
She say drop it like it hot
Everything litty I love when it’s hot
Started from scratch like Vinyl
God
Godfather flow
Glock by the flo’
with
So ride with yourself
I'm a juvenile
They telling me get down for they wealth
No getting high
Cause when you gettin' high
You needing some
tuberculosis, folks."
People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
{Sound of a helicopter}
[Officer 1]
Juvenile
You are not a soldier
Put down your soldier rag and ground the chopper
If you don't we
Something about it, man
Same song and dance
In the pale moonlight (yo)
I'm looking at ya, yeah, girl, you're kinda tooken back by
The whole rapper
him
DMX wanna get down, well, you tell, homie
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well
I
is my style
And if it enough to make Kevin Lyle spit this out right now
And get 'em with Juvenile feed pitbull puppies, bologna in the projects
You
on a mission, I got a job to complete
They take one of mine, I put six of theirs into sleep
So I live by the gat and that's my toy
And out on the streets, I'm
Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA
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,
How well I remember my very first love affair
Those juvenile fantasies and innocent dreams we shared
But we're too blind to realize that we are
ready to make him mad.
I'm glad I had to wait awhile,
A little bit too juvenile.
I needed to refine my style, a silk suit
And a crocodile smile.
Gun deh deh and di youth dem a buss shot
Dem mek sure drugs deh deh and wi baby a bunn crack
Surely the old time living a come back
Two wild juvenile mi
band
I wanted to sing
And tell that I love you
With each passing time
I know it's true
You make my soul so young
It's juvenile
You're the one I desire
Bitch I know you wanna tell ya girlfriends how it was
To get hit from the back, in the back of the 'Lac by a thug
And to get ran through until you get
to take a loss (she went bad on me, y'all)
Damn, it hurts to take a loss
Time passes by, I'm asking, "Why?"
You match my fly, no cap, no lie
Trophy,
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