[Juvenile]. Why does Juvenile gotta suffer so much. All this love in the hood keeps me in a fuss. Last night, me and the fellas almost got smoked. We heard gunshots and we said "we all broke".
Can't stop my money, can't stop my money. Can't stop my money, can't stop my money. . Yes sir, it's my time,. Worry about yours, don't be worrin' about mine.
[B.G.]. Uh-come on. Juvie. Are you ready?. . [Juvenile]. Uh-huh. . [B.G.]. These hoes.. know.. I act.. bad. They say.. gone.. with your dog.. ass. I slang.. dick.. I lay.. pipe.
[Juvenile]. Uh Huh, Uh Huh. Mic check one, two. it's Juvenile coming through. Uh Uh c'mon, c'mon. . [Verse 1]. Who the man? if I ain't it nigga can't claim it.
(This is, this is, this is, this is!!). Yeah... ha ha!. Whoahh (yeah). . [Juvenile]. You put the coke in a tube, and whaddya get. Whatever you want a car to the flip of your wrist.
She got a loose booty, she got a loose booty. Pay attention to how it shake, she got a loose booty. She got a loose booty, she got a loose booty. Pay attention to how it shake, she got a loose booty.
[Chorus: Juvenile]. I'm about to bounce back be -bounce bounce back. I'm about to bounce back be -bounce bounce back. Bounce back bounce back be -bounce back.
Girl your workin' with some ass, yeah. You bad, yeah. Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah. His last, yeah. Hoes frown when you pass, yeah. They mad, yeah.
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone. Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'?. . Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone. Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'?.
(Chorus)- I came from the streets homeboy, I get mine and I gon let you stop my grind. There ain't no way, no way. Imma let a motherfucker come stop me. To getting this cheese to getting this dough. Ain't no way no way imma let a motherfucker come stop me..
[Verse 1: Mannie Fresh]. This is for Deshawn, Eshlawn, Lil Mama, an her friends. Lisa, Teresa, Maria, Tia, Lia and Kim. I love y'all broads, no disrespect to my dogs.
[First Verse]. Nigga just came home from jail look how he played me. Kicked my door down took my shit an tied up my ol' lady. Now i'm just kick back broke poverty is still in my head hurtin.
Girl, you're lookin' like a '4 dropped low to the ground. Ooh, I like it when you shake it up and swing it around. Don't stop, ooh, you servin' it now.
You can find me in the parking lot. By the car lot-where we spark a lot. Up in the hallway it be dark a lot. We don't talk to cops cause we all be hot.
Listen, I'ma hundred percent hustla from my face to my feet. My lifetime cases the street, my dime places the street. Until I wake and see another fuckin' day is relief.
Who who Can i run to (dat ouside dick dat outside dick). Who who Can i run to (dat ouside dick keep dem hoes sick). Who who Can i run to (dat ouside dick dat outside dick).
We the only ones with work in the middle of the drought. Then them niggaz 'round the corner, come and see what we about. But we don't know they face so we don't want them by the house.
[Juvenile]. Put a limit to tha bullshit and give me some space. Nigga recognize tha G in me when I'm tha place. I'll get mad and deliberately spit in yo face.
It's World War III where I'mma be with 2 stars. Better tighten up your act, you bout to get loose, fool. Move all your valuables, cause them boyz at your throat with them calicos.
I'd be a stupid mothafucka if I'm stuck in his pot. I ain't waitin' to see what nigga out here love me or not. I say, I hate em from a distance and they scopin' my neck.