Lyrics:
[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Uh, Uh, Uh I took my first break in seventy-five
I tell the story like yesterday when(??) was alive
didn't do shit with my
than a sweater, fella, cuz I won't let her,
Hoe blow my head off, and take me off ground,
Knowin' inside that a bitch could bring me down,
Juvenile let
gettin hers cause that's better
Then her tryna come up off mine I can't let her
[Chorus - Bun be sampled]
Go on and let a nigga peak, and let a nigga poke
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
From the 3 to the 17, ey yo, we doin' it big
If you're ghetto you know who Wacko and Juvenile is
New
We be out by the end of the afternoon
gettin' drunk on the strip let the system BOOM!
Who would assume Mr. QK would chill with a wife
Ty and Matt
He don't even know his self
That shit done hurt when you left
You'll be better with someone else
Going insane tryna let it go
Been backed doored so he
hangin' out the window screamin' there I go
Me and my niggas in the 98 black Volvo
And the diamonds bezeled ready I yes this me
Ride with us come see
Don't wan' waste your time
Baby ain't no lie
Could be U N I tonight
Don't be juvenile
Let's not do the signs
Do you wan' be mine tonight?
You could
a sweet fantasy away)
Let's run free, hide under the stars
Go deep into the forrest, drift for miles
Two hearts connect, be as we are
Discovering secrets,
through with us
So let's put it down man, stop all this madness
You know what I'm sayin'
Go on take care of some situations we need to take care
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
From the 3 to the 17, ey yo, we doin' it big
If you're ghetto you know who Wacko and Juvenile is
New
shipe, go by the rule, shipe
Drop everything where you stand nigga,
Give it all up, like a man nigga
You workin with somethin, nigga bring me
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
dashboard to see how fast the Car go
I’ll make a racist mad and buy a house near Mar a lago
Drop the red white and blue raise da African flag
Got a Satchel
too long
Big 50 cal when it's on
Screw the muzzle and let it go
Goodz turns his back on the
Crowd and leans over
...oh my bad, that's just what it
playin' on the West Coast
Keep some pretty girls 'round me everywhere that I go
We made it out the streets, pop a bottle, let's make a toast
I run
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
Written by: Darryl Hop Hill Jr.
[CHORUS]
Pop out , pop out (and let's go, let's go)
Pop out , pop out (and let's go, let's go)
Pop out , pop out
down everyone
We'll reach in our hearts, change and let us go
We'll rise the story, and reclaim what's over
We'll rise shadows, no more living inside
some yay,
Playin with heavy weight, i'mma end ( ? )
Don't hesistate, better play it cool, shipe
I'm up the big two, shipe, go by the rule, shipe
Drop
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
operator
The Rock n' Roll was here
Now everyone was shouting loud
"Let's go and rock, my Dear!"
Rock n' Roll is dead
We don't mind!
We're not the juvenile
a friend, you a foe,
Hoe nigga, I gotta let the pistol go,
Show niggas, that I ain't the one to blow on,
I told ya nigga with the four four I get it on,
I
[Juvenile]
Huh...
You lil boyz don't know what it mean ta get shot
You lil boyz don't want to do nothin' but hang on tha block
Yoy lil boyz ain't
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