Lyrics:
Loops
Dem niggas ducks, dem goofy troops
Im da shit needa pooper-scooper
Dey the type to need a pack im by myself, don't need a group
Pull up solo in
homeboy Frog
Old school partnas from juvenile hall
I got the gin and juice, and gas in my tank
But the day ain't shit without an ace of dank
Fuckin'
worth
I checked in on the norm
Since a juvenile callin'
Shots in the dorm
Moms said you better get right
Or shake the spot
I chose to break
ninety Moses approach with a golden focal point
Come soak in it, resume sturdy composer soldier bliss
Wrong name by a molar can often expose your
hearin' voices
Say I got the prints, shawty can't even avoid me
When I was locked in juvenile and called they phone, them folks ignored me
But now they
chase a check
I cant pay attention
In the stu, im rollin sixes
Made enough to split it with ya
Had a show in ATL
We dont give a fuck bout distance
Hop
the world know they ain't fuckin with Trae dogg
We hit ya whole block nothin less then a K dogg
We real in these streets, other niggas are gay dogg
They
You wan' meet me?
You just might need contacts
'cause I'm the little one with the ice, flossing
Please, playa hater, get your wife off me
I ride by in
a nigga shot at me (grra, grra)
I'm out here night by night, ain't a real nigga in sight (real)
So I picked up me a mic, two hundred dollars a night
the feds and the popo
Snitching is still a no go
Living by truth is G code
You must whip ya pesto
Green like Publix's
Presto
Only move when God said so
attention
Lacked it when I was little couldn't comprehend it
Prepare for prison sittin' in juvenile detention
Anxious thoughts is quite the life sentence
Less
A Honda, 10 Deep in a Van(e)
Wire the chicken in advance cuz to me it's all the same
Loved by everybody but I got some vile enemies
I can't fight for shit
the top of your head to the tip of your toes
To afros, bald heads, dreads and all the stuff
Rough and rugged by my style
Like a juvenile gettin buckwild in
like that nigga?
What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?
Cause in the projects, ain't no love
Niggaz will split yo wig cause they
night by tha club scene
Green and yellow cd had tha club mean
Rollin' wit' a nigga then, in tha end
Same nigga, came right and tried to touch me
'06
and gentleman!)
Okay I'm Weezy Wee the man and I reps it well
And it's gon' be Cash Money whether death or jail
Catch me flossin in the hood, tryin to get at ya
We bad than a motherfucker
[Verse One: Juvenile]
If I got a problem with a nigga I'm gon' tell him to his face
Fuck holdin it in on my chest, heelin'
We bad than a motherfucker
[Verse One: Juvenile]
If I got a problem with a nigga I'm gon' tell him to his face
Fuck holdin it in on my chest, heelin'
i don’t fall in love
Mike jack in my system I Kant get it upppppp
You Might want call lyfT or Uber
Check ya wig girl I done fuck it up
Why gone
the funny style,
Start fuckin' around, with a juvenile,
You see the bitch was tryin' to sink a nigga, G,
Talkin' all my business in the muthafuckin' streets,
want it before
I bet they want it now
Trip to Vegas, bettin' it all
That's a poker town
Beef and Broc, Polo brown
Meet me by the polo grounds
Set up
back
To my home, to my home, to my ma and my mac
I love my boys they have alot of respect yah
I be Juvenile, I'll never forget ya
Now I'm about to talk
is crazy
Saying we're juvenile delinquent wrecks
Oh man I need tv when I've got t. rex
All the young dudes (hey dudes)
Carry the news (where are ya
folks in tha pen I'm sending this to you, ya know
Hope you get to hear my rap, try to make it off parole
The streets are full of sadness, dope and geto
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