Lyrics:
walk while Don shot speak
Di life of a gangsta is bitter and sweet
Surrounded by snitches and low life creep
Dirty cop who stick on like leech
We the in-timidators, why'all in-timidated
By our bling bling ring ring, and I can't debate it
LOWRIDERS (bzz bzzt) hittin on switches
As we PASS
I used to roll with high frequency
Had a habit of juvenile delinquency
If y'all could see all the things I did
When I was a kid
Ya might flip ya
call Earl, 10 months in this gut, what the fuck,
I wish moms would hurry up, so I can get buck wild,
Juvenile with the mics 'n' shit, New York, New
(biatch)
Bustin' on paper thin motherfuckers
Drinkin gin 'fore you get to sinnin' on them busters
Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me
rewind to eighty-nine
Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind
Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin' wild
No smiles on our faces, thirteen
rewind to eighty-nine
Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind
Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin' wild
No smiles on our faces, thirteen
was so enticed
By niggas like slick money and ice
We figure prison it should come with the light
Along with losin' your life
And there were no way
and drama
I recollect walking and stoppin'
Cops not even checking on me, juvenile delinquent
And baby y'all be respecting me
The B.O. it taking me in
represent 'til I fall under the dirt boy
I run wit' Juvenile, BG, and Turk boy
And we the hottest, of the hottest
Of the damn hot
In helicopters with my
and your sister from the jailhouse (jailhouse)
When you died, I was doin' time, I couldn't bail out (bail out)
Sometimes my stomach be hurtin' right by my
tangeray and hennesey,
untill i call earl, 10 months in this gut, wut the fuck,
i wish moms would hurry up, so i can get buck wild,
juvenile with the mics n
of fly girls
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
BOP-A-LENA
WRITERS MEL TILLIS, WEBB PIERCE
RECORDED BY RONNIE SELF
Oop-scooby-dooby-lena, go-gal-go
bop-a-lena, bop-a-lena, she's my gal
Oh,
run up in ya resident
Say hello to the baddest bitch ya ever met
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck
Sawed-off followed by the Mossberg Pump
When I
It's true, I'm a Rubik's a beautiful mess
At times juvenile, yes, I goof and I jest
A flawed human, I guess
But I'm doin' my best to not ruin your ex–
dissin' me
Mom's grabbed me
And then she gets to kissin' me
She thanks the police for my good health
I don't know why
I coulda done that by my muthafuckin'
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut, what the fuck
I wish moms would hurry up
So I could get buck
Wild juvenile ripping mics
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
You've been a juvenile
With a dolphin smile
With no elbow room
With your body in bloom
You've had your little backyard
Protected by big walls
You
By our bling bling ring ring and I can't debate it
Low riders hittin' on switches
As we pass by ya in sun fire, c'mon
What y'all need to do is throw
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc(ious)
what, losin' your head
Woke up on the wrong side of the bed
Juvenile faction of hard, you say you're livin' large
You're the head nigga in charge
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