Juvenile Album

[No lyrics]

f/ Soulja Slim

[Chorus: Soulja Slim]
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move it slow motion for me
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move it slow motion for me
Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me
Move it slow motion for me
Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me
Move it slow motion for me

[Verse 1: Soulja Slim]
I'm a dick thrower
Her neck and her back hurting
Cut throater I'll have you like a brand new virgin
I'ts like when you get used of it then you start serving
Hop up on top and start jicky-jicky-jicky jerking
Slow down for me you moving too fast
My fingers keep slipping I'm trying to grip that ass
Keep being hard headed and Ima make you get of me
Got human enough disguise but my face is a doggy
If you loving my bark let me bury my bone
I got 4 or 5 bad married bitches at home
One of my bitches feel in love with that outside dick
that outside dick keep them hoes sick

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
I'ts like I got the world in my palms
Your girl up under my arms
She fucked up from the charm
She love the way the dick stay hard from 12 till early in the morn
Fine bitches if you listening you heard me I'm strong
If you going through your cycle I ain't with It I'm gone
You must have heard about them hoes that I beat up in my home
They wasn't telling the truth baby you know they was wrong
Na make it official wheres some of that don
I don't mind buying to, your riding to
Don't be asking nigga questions about where I'm driving you
Lil mama my shit together I ain't driving you
I don't think that nigga could do you better then I could do ya know
And juvenile from cross the street by the derby
Same nigga that used to be running with rusty and kirby
Can a playa from the 'nolia get a chance with it
But I can't bounce with you without using my hands with it

[Chorus: Soulja Slim]
Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me
move it slow motion for me
Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me
move it slow motion for me

[Verse 3: Soulja Slim]
Slow motion, she open, I'm hoping that she don't leave my dick broken
With brush burns and swollen
I'm toting she wanted me to make her out a believer
I gurantee ya ima see ya when I see ya
And just don't holla out my name like we was all that
Your pussy throw back and you know that
So stop stunting slow motion for a real nigga
I'm going off that incredible potion and imma deal with ya

[Juvenile]
I like how that victoria secret sit in that ass
Let me pour some more hip and hennsey in your glass
Would I be violating if I grab me a handfull
I know what's happening all I want is a sample
Who you wit I'm in the rental today
It's going down and happening and I remember the way
Less money we spend on bullshit the more for the we
What's it gonna take for you to come slow motion with me

[Chorus 3X: Soulja Slim]
Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me
move it slow motion for me
Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me

f/ Lil' Wayne, Manny Fresh

[Juvenile]
Girl you 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
You gon' ride in the Jag yeah, with that head
You could smoke a fire bag yeah, of grass yeah
Got money I can flash yeah, and trash yeah
I'ma Big Tymer nigga yeah, pull the trigger yeah
A playa hata flipper yeah, grave filla yeah
I be slangin wood yeah, out the hood yeah
Let it be understood yeah, it's all good yeah
Got a nigga scheamin large yeah, on the hard yeah
A smooth little broad yeah from out the projects
A nigga do a trick yeah, on the dick yeah
You claimin you want a picture, that ain't shit yeah
The nigga with the money yeah, don't act funny yeah
Got birds and I'm runnin yeah, bout a hundred yeah

Chorus: Juvenile (repeat 2X)

Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up
You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up
Call me Big Daddy when you back that azz up
Hoe, who is you playin wit? Back that azz up

[Juvenile]
Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up
You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up
You got a stupid ass yeah, make me laugh yeah
Make a nigga wanna grab that, autograph that
I'm sweatin in the drawers yeah, hard and long yeah
Wanna walk it like a dog yeah, break you off yeah
Get - mine you gon' get yours yeah, that for sure yeah
You fuckin with my nerves yeah and to the curb yeah
I know you bitches know yeah, and it show yeah
But a nigga got some more yeah, I'm out to flow yeah
Fresh brought some shit yeah, and his bitch yeah
We be making hit yeah after hit yeah
Them titties sittin nice yeah, I wanna bite yeah
I could fuck you right yeah, all night yeah
Wanna bring it to my house yeah, on the couch yeah
Knock the pussy out yeah, get them out yeah
I wanna see these hoes yeah, bend it low yeah
Let me run it in the hole yeah, and let me know yeah

Chorus

[Manny Fresh]
I know you can't stand it, dick bandit
Done landed, see your drawers handed
Freak to get it y'all, game spit at y'all
Put the bitch on the wall and I hit it y'all
Lookin kind of lonely, I'm feelin horny
Put the dick "in the Middle" like "Monie"
Big thick plumber chick, and a Hummer chick
Beat the dick like a motherfuckin drummer chick
See dat puddy-cat? Look at dat
I love a fuckin hoodie-rat, that's a fact
You'se a motherfuckin get it girl, quit it girl
I'm the nigga, the nigga, nigga, that hit it girl

Chorus

[Lil' Wayne]
Now now now now now
After you back it up, then stop
Then wha-wha-what, drop drop it like it's hot
Now after you back it up, then stop
Now, wha-wha-wha-what drop it like it's hot
Now drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
C-M-B make you drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot

KICK ASS!
(Mmm-hmm) C'mon
(Uh-huh, mm-hmm)
Y'all boys don't know NUTTIN bout me (mm-hmm, uh-huh)
Ya heard? .. "Ladies and gentlemen!"

[Juvenile]
I'ma T.C. soldier, New Orleans stunna
If a bitch leave me, I'ma take everything from her
Leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya rum up
I'ma find me some new pussy, and buy a Four-Runner
I walk with a limp, cause my nuts heavy
And I like it from the back so hold your butt steady
I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin
And momma I love pussy, but I ain't lickin
Now prepare yourself for a smooth dickin
You don't want it girl? You don't know, what you missin
I'm the baddest boss nigga walkin, you ain't heard?
I got a team of head busters waitin to give 'em the word
I gotta few in the East Coast, a few in the West
Down-South to Mid-W, whattup to the rest
Can't forget about the ghetto where they strugglin in debt
No matter what I do dawg, I love my set - "Ladies and gentlemen!"

[Chorus: Juvenile]
Wodie, Wassup, Wodette, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker
Wodie, Wassup, Wodette, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker
Wodie, Wassup, Wodette, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker
Wodie, Wassup, Wodette, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker

[Juvenile]
The niggidy niggidy Nile's in this bitch, get right
Fuck what you heard on the street it's CMR for life
Still ridin on dubs, sippin brown and white
Jump stupid if you want bitch we gon' clown tonite
We got twenty-five choppers in the V.I.P.
Cristal and 40 yack and a pound of weed
I know you wait for me to get drunk, and follow me home
Picture what I'ma give you though - a shot to yo' dome
Fuck it if your boys gon' be talkin they gon' get hit too
I'm really not givin a fuck, long as I get you
Jamie, Fresh, Joe, Bubba
Ya gotta admit ha, Juvie a motherfucker
I'ma general, executin the plan
Got a vision of the 3rd Ward, rulinn the land
Runnin up on hoes, tellin them to jump in the van
Mommy please come break off just me and my man

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
55% of these niggaz is fake
The other 45% be handlin they weight
55% of these women is hoes
The other 45% be playin they role
Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer
Take these motherfuckin cuffs off of us
We ain't kill nobody in this car, for us
And ridin on 20's is the law for us
I ain't from France, but excuse my french
Fuck ya if ya hatin, nigga save that then
I been dealin wit you bitches from way back then
Plus I kept a fire duck off the lay back in
You say my momma played me and J be tight
Cause Juvie takin care, so everything alright
Bitches see the sliver seraph wit them phat ass pipes
Bein followed by some niggaz on some bad ass bikes

f/ Mannie Fresh

[Mannie - talking]
Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, lil' children, dogs and cats
Right about now you are listening to the incredible drum patterns of
DJ Mannie, Fresh, Fresh, Fresh
Fresh, Fresh, Fresh, Fresh
Fresh, Fresh, Fresh, Fresh
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!

[Chorus]
[Mannie Fresh] I'm a buy cars, I'm a get clothes, I'm a rock jewels
Marble on floors, I'm a blow tweeds
Got alot of drinks, steppin out, gators, coca-cola mink
[Juvenile] I need it in my life, I want it in my life
Come put it in my life, I'm a keep it in my life

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Its ya boy Juvi, from the Magnolia, still loc'in
You girls gon' know whats up with me, bust it wide open
Loose chest, loose booty, round down and up
If a gangsta can't touch it, what you bouncin it fu'
Now give me leway, watch how a G play
Watch how my name get caught up in he she say
It's UTP say, we with the streets hay
They represent us when they hear us at the DJs
Break bread with me player, demand with me
thought we was people your supposed to spend your cash with me
I'm in here last with me, hold me down
Give me a whip, give me a trick and let her blow me down
I'm so gutter, I'm so slick, I'm so grimy
I promise you something, I bet you gon find me
I'm a eat, purchase, whatever I please
CO, give me the keys, aww please, I need two of these

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
I'ma be so courageous, and so contagious
'Til my fuckin rap sheets gonna receive mo' pages
Listen to Juve cause this my year mon (my year mon)
+400 Degreez+ and I'm bout to kick it in gear mon (in gear mon)
Don't you see the soldiers and vogues when I appear mon (appear mon)
About bein written on my face cause I don't fear none (don't fear none)
Me and my team got a scheme to go light the block up
Skip's movin the work, and Wacko poppin the chopper
I scream the "U" cause I mean it
The difference is you be throwin yo' shit up when you scream it - I seen it!
Shit all the obstacles that I been through
What made you think, I'ma be scared of a bitch like you?
I'm ya dawg, let me get it on consignment
You ain't paid them last people yet, dawg, don't even remind me
I gained knowlege, my game polished and it's obvious
You can't block it, you can't knock it, this is profit!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Juvenile]
Can I untape the clips and chill?
Show my bricks is real?
Can my people shop in Beverly Hills?
I got alot of work I know thats gonna be ahead of me still
But my beast mentality gon' keep me ahead of the field
Pardon me, but I got paper to chase
Now cut all your talking and bring me straight to the safe
I know where the cameras at and I'm destroying the tape
I'm not leaving no evidence but a feret to the trase
I had a problem on my hand, a few bills I hadn't been payin'
I figured about a lil' less than 75 grand
And my dog Rocky caught a nickel for a pistol
Its serious when the federales comin' to get you
Life is at a standstill outcher in this damn field
What you say can get you and ya mans killed
Its my last chance to come up, its gotta be hit
Juvi come another first round lottery pick

[No lyrics]

(Juvenile)
Got you working with some ass, yeah
You bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah
His last, yeah
Hoes clown when you pass, yeah
They mad, yeah
You gon' ride in the Jag, yeah
With dad, yeah
You could smoke or buy a bag, yeah
A grass, yeah
Got money I confess, yeah
And trash, yeah
I'm a Big Tymer nigga, yeah
Pulling trigger, yeah
A player hater to flip with, yeah
Gon' head and fill it, yeah
I be slanging wood, yeah
Out the hood, yeah
Let it be understood, yeah
It's all good, yeah
Got a nigga screaming large, yeah
On the hard, yeah
A smooth ghetto broad, yeah
I want the broad, yeah
A nigga do a trick, yeah
On the dick, yeah
You claiming you want a bitch, yeah
That ain't shit, yeah
The nigga with the money, yeah
Don't act funny, yeah
Got birds and I'm running, yeah
'Bout a hundred, yeah

Chorus)
Girl, you looks good, won't you back that ass up
You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that ass up
Call me big daddy when you back that ass up
Hoe, who is you playing with, back that ass up
Girl, you looks good, won't you back that ass up
You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that ass up
Call me big daddy when you back that ass up
Girl, who is you playing with back that ass up
Girl, you looks good, won't you back that ass up
You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that ass up

(Juvenile)
You got to steal, big ass, yeah
Make me laugh, yeah
Make a nigga wanna grab that
Wanna grab that
I'm sweating on the draws, yeah
On hard, yeah
Wanna walk it like a dog, yeah
Break you off, yeah
How you gon' get yours, yeah
That's for sure, yeah
You fucking with my nerves, yeah
To the curb, yeah
I know you bitches know, yeah
And it show, yeah
But a nigga got some more, yeah
I'm 'bout to flow, yeah
Fresh off some shit, yeah
In his bitch, yeah
We be making hit, yeah
After hit, yeah
Them titties sitting nice, yeah
I wanna bite, yeah
I could fuck you right, yeah
All night, yeah
Wanna bring it to my house, yeah
On the couch, yeah
Knock the pussy out, yeah
Get them out, yeah
I wanna see these hoes, yeah
Bend it low, yeah
Let me run it in the hole, yeah
Let me know, yeah

(Chorus)
Girl, you looks good, won't you back that ass up
You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that ass up
Call me big daddy when you back that ass up
Hoe, who is you playing with back that ass up
Girl, you looks good, won't you back that ass up
You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that ass up
Call me big daddy when you back that ass up
Hoe, who is you playing with back that ass up

(Manny Fresh)
I know you can't stand it
Big Bandit done landed
See the draws handed
We can go get it y'all gang split it y'all
Put the bitch on the wall and I hit it y'all
I'm looking kind of lonely
I'm feeling horny
Put the dick in the middle like Monee
Big, thick plumber chick
And a Hummer chick
Beat the dick like a motherfucking drummer chick
Cinch that putty-cat look at that
I love a fucking hoody-rat
That's a fact
You'se a motherfucking get it girl
Quit it girl
I'm the nigga, the nigga, nigga
The hit it girl

(Chorus)
Girl, you looks good, won't you back that ass up
You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that ass up
Call me big daddy when you back that ass up
Hoe, who is you playing with back that ass upGirl, you looks good, won't you
back that ass up
You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that ass up
Call me big daddy when you back that ass up
Hoe, who is you playing with back that ass up

(Lil Wayne)
Na, na, na, na, na
After you back it up, then stop
Then wha-wha-what
Dro-drop it like it's hot
Now after you back it up, then stop
Now,wha-wha-wha-what
Drop it like it's hot
Now drop It like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
C-M-P make you drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
Dro-drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
Dro-drop it like it's hot

f/ Baby

[Chorus: Juvenile]
I'm about to bounce back b-bounce bounce back
I'm about to bounce back b-bounce bounce back
Bounce back bounce back b-bounce back
I'm about to bounce back bounce b-bounce back
Bounce back bounce back b-bounce back
I'm about to bounce back b-bounce bounce back
Bounce back bounce back b-bounce back
I'm about bounce back bounce b-bounce back

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
You ever had corns on your fingers from squeezing the mack to much
Nigga be rhyming the dice game where me and lil wack grew up
Tripping stolen strip cars for a living
Stayed away from home when ever they was bitchin
We used to rush the customers for sales when they pull up in cars
Until undercovers started putting us behind bars
Menace to society is all we watch
In the back seat straped with the throw away glocks
I got some partners in the business never seeing the light
Your people would gota cocking if your cheese be right
You know I've been holding it down playa you a dog
I'm a real nigga I ain't gonna stop accepting your phone call
I'm a blow and toss a hoe for you, like I'm supposed to do
I'm serious and focused to you, know I am over do
The first nigga to park a Rolls Royce in the bricks
While I fly private jet out of town by a bitch

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Tryin to be here to see my seeds, when they have they seeds
Long as I breathe ain't nothin in this world that they can't be
Yeah I done fucked up, slipped and sniffed that coke
Started tweakin and broke in them people house next do'
Shot a nigga for smokin rocks on my mom back porch
Damn near graduated and got on that dope
My, work is an art, I am better than smart
Homey I hustle with a strategy that's never been taught
I can make the coke flip, I can make a hoe strip, I can spray the whole clip,

I take nothing from no bitch
I got the money in the case, 45 in the waist
Pitbulls in the yard so stay away from my gate
Could you believe a nigga feelin like he still ain't ate?
Huh, y'all don't understand you shoulda seen my plate
Would love to give you some credit, but even you said it
Be serious about your money and right now I'm tryin to get it

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Baby]
I'm on a mission lil' daddy
Put this paint on the caddy
Nigga ridin threw the hood and we blowing on candy
Stay G'd up from my head to my feet
I was raised in the 3rd that's the heart of the streets
Saw death and crime for the first same time
Them rims don't shine just a vision of mine
Put this shit back together cause I stay on the grind
Nigga know I gets me I stunt all the time
For the dead and the gone, the young and the grown
O.G. mother fuckers who be getting it on
Niggaz stunting and they shining bling blingin all the timin
I hold my hood down for the shit that I'm driving
Nigga thug to death, remember the projects
Juve came back now you bitches upset
Nigga know how we getting it cause we getting it on
Keep it coming, keep it getting, bitch my money is long

CMR bitch. G -Code nigga, G-code nigga, G-code nigga

Juvenile:
I ain't no pussy ass nigga (ya understand)
I'm a rapper but I'm still a gorilla (ya understand)
I'll whip ya like the Thrilla Manilla (ya understand)
You gon' make me have to kill me a nigga (ya understand)
I'm a be here for a minute lil wodie (ya understand)
Ain't bout to let nobody fuck over me (ya understand)
I don't need ya playa hatin' on Juvey (ya understand)
Don't be talkin' about what you gon' do with me (ya understand)
I'll ride everyday of the week (ya understand)
Ya get ya issue when ya playin' with me (ya understand)
I'll crawl at the spot that ya sleep (ya understand)
Get with my niggas from the block and we creep (ya understand)
Load it up cock it back and get ready (ya understand)
Make sure you be holdin' it steady (ya understand)
We gon' go in there and blow the bitch up (ya understand)
Soon as we get 'em we gon' all get the fuck (ya understand)

Chorus: Juvenile (repeat 2X)

Shhhh, be quiet
Tonight is the night that we ride
30 camoflauge Hummers with niggaz inside
with choppers, doin - surgery on bodies like they doctors

Juvenile:
I know when to get my ass outta Dodge (ya understand)
Look them people ridin' I'm gonna hide (ya understand)
I'm a wait until them bitches slow down (ya understand)
Cuz I ain't tryin' to be jail bound (ya understand)
It ain't over till the fat man fall (ya understand)
I'm just waitin' on the right phone call (ya understand)
You know them hoes gon' let me know where they at (ya understand)
Nigga got me I'ma go get em back (ya understand)
One by one they all gonna drop (ya understand)
Right here is where the foolishness stop (ya understand)
I'm tryin' to get the bullshit over (ya understand)
Cuz I wanna go and chill in the 'Nolia (ya understand)
We need to get some more ammunition (ya understand)
Cuz somebody's bout to come up missin' (ya understand)
Now everybody hop in the truck (ya understand)
And when ya see one of them bitches ya bust (ya understand)

Chorus

Juvenile:
Fuck jumpin' out I'm a slang me some iron(ya understand)
When I catch them niggas all of 'em dyin' (ya understand)
Nigga listen up to what we gon' do (ya understand)
I'm about to give the game to you (ya understand)
That's the reason why I came to you (ya understand)
Cuz playin' ain't the thang to do (ya understand)
It ain't that hard I did it before (ya understand)
U just gon' make sure let nobody know (ya understand)
I'll bet ya them boys wanna rep (ya understand)
They tryin' to get the shit off they chest (ya understand)
It ain't over lil daddy be cool (ya understand)
Nigga tired of the nigga we through (ya understand)
You know you better stay pretty cool (ya understand)
We bout to go and punish this fool (ya understand)
Hop out the car and let that iron ring ya understand)
That's the end of this stupid ass thing (ya understand)

Chorus 2X

Shh be quiet

[Juvenile]
(Daa-aaa-aamn!) She get it from her mamma
She get it from her mamma, she get it from her mamma
(Bring it on in) She get it from her mamma
(Uh-huh) She get it from her mamma
(Uh-ah) She get it from her mamma (uh-ah)
(Uh-ah, uh-ah, uh-ah) She get it from her mamma

Oh where she get her eyes from? She get it from her mamma
Oh where she get her thighs from? She get it from her mamma
Where she learn how to cook from? She get it from her mamma
Oh where she get them looks from? She get it from her mamma
But where she get that ass from? She get it from her mamma
But where she get her class from? She get it from her mamma
Oh where she get that chest from? She get it from her mamma
Where she learn how to dress from? She get it from her mamma
Where does she get her sense from? She get it from her mamma
Where does she get her income? She get it from her mamma
Look, where she get that walk from? She get it from her mamma
Nigga where she get that talk from? She get it from her mamma
I wonder why she so crazy - She get it from her mamma
Why she wanna be my old lady? She get it from her mamma
Why she be actin like that? She get it from her mamma
Why she ain't give me the cat? She get it from her mamma

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
A big fine woman'll make you smile when she pass you
Damn that girl sexy, her mamma got ass too
A big fine woman'll make you smile when she pass you
Damn that girl sexy, her mamma got ass too

[Juvenile]
Why she swear she the boss? She get it from her mamma
Why she always gotta call the law? She get it from her mamma
Why we always havin arguments? She get it from her mamma
Why she always gotta call her friends? She get it from her mamma
Why she always gotta piss me off? She get it from her mamma
Why she always gotta take the call? She get it from her mamma
Why she wore the tight jeans man? She get it from her mamma
Got a nigga ridin hard and I'm tweakin - She get it from her mamma
Why she gotta make it look at honey speakin? She get it from her mamma
Why she got me tryin to get with her this weekend?
- She get it from her mamma
And I heard she could fuck too - She get it from her mamma
She'll leave and make ya stuck too - She get it from her mamma
Who told her I was fuckin 'round? She get it from her mamma
Who told her I was back in town? She get it from her mamma
Who said don't be scared of him? She get it from her mamma
Who said you better marry him? She get it from her mamma

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Who told her not to fuck with me? She get it from her mamma
Who told her I'ma fuckin leave? She get it from her mamma
Who said I'm smokin marijuana? She get it from her mamma
Who said I be up on the corner? She get it from her mamma
All my ties all cut up, shit - She get it from her mamma
Why my windows all bust up, bitch? She get it from her mamma
Oh where she get the lip from? She get it from her mamma
Oh where she get them hips from? She get it from her mamma
Where she learn how to twurk from? She get it from her mamma
Where she learn how to work from? She get it from her mamma
Why does she be with that trippin? She get it from her mamma
We be chillin and she start to flippin - She get it from her mamma
But she still with a nigga doe - She get it from her mamma
And she'll kill for a nigga doe - She get it from her mamma
And when she's shy it's to draw attention - She get it from her mamma
Natural with no extension - She get it from her mamma

[Chorus]

(Robotic Voice) : 400 degreez

Verse 1:
Ya see me I eat sleep shit and talk rap
Ya seen that 98 mercedes on t.v. I bought that
I had some felony charges I fought that
Been sent to no return but still was bought back
Nigga threw some slangs at me woodie I caught that
I punished them lil bitches before they can car jack
Now I'm lookin for they family and pile up the war bat
If I aint a hotboy then what do you call that
Nigga disrespect me I'ma be in all black
Companied by some niggas bout killin' and all that
Me Cory and mercy gettin' dunked on
Ride top down so we let the trucks pause
In the jepp ridin' four deep
I booted up at these nigga claimin' they know me

[Chorus] (Robotic Voice)
You don't want to fuck wit me
Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz
Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz (repeat 2x)

Verse 2

Bitch what I'll bust yo ass up
Don't even go there woodie cuz I'm ready to mas up
I heard about the money thats some nice change
For the right price I'll bust the right frame
Why must a nigga try I can't do the right thing
Only God knows what the future might bring
Nigga might be shot, nigga might be triffling
Nigga might survive if he bout that right flame
Whats up that'll stop a nigga from playin'
Sumin like a chopper or a grenade in his hand
Boy look nigga don't play no games no mo
Nigga'll bust ya head if you bang his hoe
Attitude adjustments we all need
Don't call the enforcements nigga call me
I bet cha I'll get them niggas off yo block
I bet cha I'll show them niggas this boy hot

(Chorus)

Alright stop it cuz I done had enough
When it comes to my partners I'm ready to bust
Baby let me get the keys to the roover truck
Man let me get this beef shit over bro
Aint no bit this year I'm from the 'nolia bro
Whats yo beef plan cuz it was told to us
How I'ma be runnin' with these killas and backin' down
How I'ma look in front of my people, like a clown
The G code what we live by and we die by
The book is what we will never abide by
Niggas drive by, gettin loose
Keep'em with each other like a checker board in use
Come in compton or the watts nigga
Up in New York ya keep'em open watch nigga
Foe ya played by a hit or retalion
All fine young black females stallions
Give me the keys to ya car and ya medallion
You far away from ya home yous a alien

f/ Mannie Fresh

[Juvenile]
You need a nigga that stay sharp, always got money
Pockets stay full of them big-face hundreds
A nigga with tattoos all over his arm
A nigga with a gold grill, diamonds in his charm
A nigga that'll tell your girl, "Fuck that nigga!
You're givin' me tha pussy, you don't love that nigga."
You need a nigga that'll put you in your place
Put the dick on ya at anytime of tha day
A nigga that'll give ya a lil' somethin' if it's right
A nigga that you may not see for three or four nights
A nigga standin' tall like tha Statue of Liberty
A nigga on fire like a match and a cigarette
A nigga that'll take care of his kids if it's his
A nigga that's a handsome lil' son of a bitch
A nigga like...me...never get tired
You're lookin' for a Hot Boy, girl, I got that fire

(Hook-4x [Juvenile])
Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer

[Juvenile]
Some old ghetto-face, blue-hair, funny-ass lookin' bitch
was tryin' ta holla at a nigga; talkin' some bullshit
I told her, "If ya fuck everybody, it's all gravy."
She didn't say nothin', she stood there lookin' at me crazy
Then she got mad, and called me bitches and motherfuckers
I waited 'til I got by the door, reached back and snuck her
She did what any bitch woulda did, and got the law for me
Talkin' 'bout go and press charges and get her pa for me
I told ‘em, "When I get outta jail, I'ma beat ya awfully
and open up fire at your pa to back him up off of me."
All she wanted to do was scream out "Juvy"
while I hit her from tha back and smack her on tha booty
Bite tha titties, get tha head, break tha bed
Pull off tha rubber and bust a nut on her leg
Some of these hoes be tellin' me, "I'm just an admirer."
I don't wanna fuck ya - shit, I got that fire

(Hook [Juvenile])
Shit, I got that fire
Shit, I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer
Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer
Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer
Shit, I got that fire
I got that fire
Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer

[Mannie Fresh]
(>eerie, eerie, eerie

[Juvenile]
Lets say I'm in a room with a bitch
And the hoe don't wanna fuck
Like a man I'ma beat my meat
And get my fuckin nut
Fo'sho she gonna be drove then
And I'ma cut the TV off
And got to sleep on that hoe then
Now tell that to your girlfriend
You tell her everything else
She goin to be with her boyfriend
You goin to be by your damn self
While I'm in my benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing
But some mouth and lip service
Don't act bad
Don't get mad
Thats all I can do with you
Cause I don't want your ass
Look you kinda fine
With a nigga name on your spine
Now respect my fuckin mind
How I'ma hit that from behind
Got a hoe across the court
And Molly boots the next door
I'm getting tired of you rappers
Its time for me to restore
I done fixed these bitches house up
And have them living swell
But and still a nigga like me was eating a taco bell
But after that shit
All that trick shit I stopped it
And lock my fuckin pockets
You can't kick it or pop it
Now I get what I can get
Out of these hoes and I'm up
And if she wanna flex up
I'ma back the hoe up

Chorus: repeat 4X

Girl thats Juvenile
You don't know he on fire
17 inch Momo's
like magic on his tires

[Juvenile]
See I know how to treat a hoe
Just talkin and great a hoe
Niggas know I don't need a hoe
Don't mix up your people hoe
If I tell you do something
You better do what I say
If you plannin on playin me
Better get out my way
A bitch will get you killed
Thats the way I think
From some old bitch ass nigga
Trying to receive my bank
Pussy come and it go
It been like that before I got here
Pussy don't wait for me or no nigga
But its gonna stop here
For a little while
So I'ma get what I could
And if she bout sucking some dick
I ain't hatin its all good
Now can I get that out you
It ain't hard to do
You a fine muthafucka
And it starts with you
I'm trying to fuck something till it can't see
What I'ma show you with this dick
You gonna thank me
A nigga gonna be like that untill the moment I retire
Ask them bitches bout me
And they gonna say that I'm on fire

Chorus

[Juvenile]
If I even fuck with a bitch
She gonna know
Not to conversate with niggas
And to open my door
My business is my business
It ain't to be heard
My niggas is my niggas
So you don't say a word
And you don't touch my shit
You don't drive my shit
I got dope in the house
And I hide my shit
I have bad nerves
I hope you don't try my shit
Do right and nice things I'ma buy my bitch
Some bitches you gotta play'em with a long string
You play them close
And you gonna be bangin wrong things
You got something that I hear you don't wanna bring
You not a muthafuckin player you a punk main
Let me get one of them hoes up on this dope dick
Stop handcuffin that bitch let her approach this
You know when Juvenile comes he has to smoke shit
I'm on fire on fire
And you know this

Chorus 1.5X

[Juvenile]
You can fuck my bitch
You can fuck my bitch
You can fuck my bitch

You can fuck my bitch
Let me fuck your bitch
I don't love that bitch
I don't trust that bitch

You can fuck my bitch
Let me fuck your bitch
I don't love that bitch
I don't trust that bitch

You can fuck my bitch
Let me fuck your bitch
I don't love that bitch
I don't trust that bitch

You can fuck my bitch
Let me fuck your bitch
I don't love that bitch
I don't trust that bitch

You don't know he on fire
You don't know he on fire
You don't know he on fire
You don't know he on fire

[Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot]

My bitch is your bitch
My bitch is your bitch
Your bitch is my bitch
My bitch is your bitch
My bitch is your bitch

f/ Lil' Wayne, Paparue, Turk

Why, why, why
Why, why, why
Why, why
Cash Money, Rich Niggaz
Look

[Lil' Wayne]
Loud pipes, big rims
Nigga, that's my life
When I pull up at the club sorry that's my night
I know a lot of haters probably sayin that that's not right
Well, my diamonds so much bigger
So, that's my life
Gleam, gleam
Now, only carry big face and you hear the ching, ching
Now, you can ask your wife and she will say the same thing
And your children be amazed when they see me on the big screen
Ha, ha, ha
I crack myself up
I know I talk lot but I can back myself up
Got a little house on the beach that's where I shack myself up
You ain't really got more money than me
Think about it
Let's just say somebody gave me a check to think about it
So I just bought a new Rollie and got to take a link up out it
And me with no ice is like a Prince concert that ain't crowded
They see the Beam, and the truck, and the B-12
And we was next
Then that's when I pull up in the B-E-L
Le-Le-Lex
Ha

(1st Chorus)
I'm on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
We on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

[Juvenile]
Juvenile used to be R-E-T-A bound
Now I be bustin these bitches head when I come 'round
Acting like a nigga that ain't never had shit
Look into my bed sayin that's a mad hit
I'll damned if these diamonds and golds ain't shinin
My Rollie ain't mine and my bank ain't climbin
You lookin at a multi-millionaire in the flesh
Might don't have it now, but I just got me a check
I can walk it like I talk it, play it how I say it
Teach it like I preach it; now, put that in your head
Nigga, bet a thousand, shoot a thousand - ain't nuttin
Smoke a pound, pop the Cristal and drink somethin
Meet me in the casino, way in the back
Losin money like a motherfucker, still shooting craps
Tomorrow I'll be back, I got millionaire status
We make so much money IRS be lookin at us

(Repeat 1st Chorus 1X)

[Turk]
I got more ends than Bonnie have in a factory
I'm Lil Turk, I'm living large, got the baddest hoes after me
Picture me, a young nigga bawling out of control
Playing with millions, laying in condos
Nigga I shine, shine through the fucking week
The flyiest ride with crystal in the passenger seat
Don't hate me, 'cause I'm a little bawler
Got more weight than Angola
Fucking your girl Carla
Nigga I stunt,
And I'm a stunt 'til I can't no more
Chest lit up like the oaks
From the diamonds I sport
Yo, I can't be touched
Don't think I'm too much, nigga I'm rich what the fuck
Rolex crushed out with the bezel
And all the foes that get close to me got to be on my schedule
I got so much money
I don't know what to do
Buy isles and cars
And break bread with my crew

(2nd Chorus)
I'm on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
We on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
B.G. on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

[Paparue]
Uh, uh, uh
Hear me
It's like, monkey see, monkey do
Rolling with the Cash Money Runners I stay true
Cause when were running and climbing on the million-dollar scene
Holding together, mo-de-ming, mo-de-ming
When I bring out the rubber around the Hummer
??? Benz, or in the Lex Bubble
When I start they said I had no fame
Now all the girls just end up calling my name
10 G's to ???
Fax the contract to big Cash Money
Cause you know this whole clique right with me
They're right with me
Sip-pe-di-dy
Won't count the diamonds just around my neck
X amount-a dollars on a bankroll check
If you want to really come and sing with me
Those that got me wicked, then I do some free

f/ Baby, B.G., Turk

[Juvenile] That's right, Cash Money done
took over this shit, motherfuckers.
([Baby] We got it, Juvy, and you (??) )
Y'all don't know how ta do it. I'ma
show ya how to live (??). ([Baby] #1 stunnas.)
Peep this shit out, lil' one:
([Baby] This is how the fuck we do it, boy)

[Juvenile]
My pockets flooded with money like it been rainin' for months
Put Jackie Chan outta business, tha way that I live stunt
Man, I'll spend fifty G's on just a chair and a sofa
Got tired of all that drivin', so I got me a chauffeur
Gettin' head watchin' TV on tha block of Magnolia
Give tha kids twenty dollars when I open my door
My grill like marble floors, was workin' with four
After we score, I laid there and got me six more
Now my body needs ta be treated, I'm 'bout to get weak
Full of that shit, gon' kill that man, he got me hungry and greedy
They call my watch tha North Pole cuz it's flooded with ice
It's a...bitch in tha day, a motherfucker at night
If somebody get my jewelry they'll be set for life
Buy a house before tha wedding, and a ring for tha wife
Money ain't shit ta me because I'm young and I'm blessed
I don't..carry no cash, it’s credit cards or checks

(Hook-4x [Juvenile])
Actin' like a nigga that ain't never had shit
Lookin' through my bend, sayin', "There's some asses."

[Baby]
Nigga, I stretched tha Rover, stopped playin' with these hoes
Got a hundred on my left, fifty on tha wrist, ho
[B.G.]
Fuck, I be shinin' from tha clothes, cars, jewelry
Got seven-year-old children wan’ grow up to be like me
[Baby]
Niggas pullin' up, drivin' off tha showroom floor
Got a mouth full of gold so I can boot these hoes
[B.G.]
Somebody asked me tha time, I just had ta look back
Showed them tha baguettes on my watch and say how I could see that
[Baby]
Got trillion cut earrings so I can blind these hoes
I'm tha number-one stunna fuckin' rap-hoes (rap-hoes)
[B.G.]
Stun'n is a way of livin', ya fuckin' with my clique
Try ta pay tha dealership that sell tha shit that don't exist
[Baby]
I got all my hoes ridin' Lexus coupe, two-door
Put tha Cadillac up, it was movin' too slow
[B.G.]
We Cash Money stunnas - money long as tha street
You wan' verify our cash, go ask First NBC, nigga

(Hook-4x [Juvenile])

[Turk]
Look, look
Bitches...say I stunt too much
It's o...kay cuz I can back it up
Know you gon'...let me...do what I do
Rock my Rolie, ride drop-tops, too
'Til tha day I die, I'm gon' shine
Drive top-of-tha-line
Pop bottles of wine
Break bread with my clique of niggas...niggas
Toss hoes, take naked pictures...pictures
Rap, hustle, get paid, nigga...nigga
Try not to get a big head, nigga...nigga
Look, you like my watch, ha
You like my ring, ha
You like tha way it look and how it *bling*bling*, ha
I got so many karats, I could feed ten rabbits
Got so much ice, cool me down when I wear it
Every nigga in my clique...bubble and glide
Every nigga in my clique sittin' low and high

f/ Big Tymers, Lil' Wayne

[Juvenile]
Huh...
You lil boyz don't know what it mean ta get shot
You lil boyz don't wanna do nothin' but hang on tha block
Yoy lil boyz ain't ready to go to tha pen
You lil boyz ain't ready to be sleepin' with nothin' but men
You lil boyz better stay in your place
You lil boyz ain't gon' be scared until you catch you a case
You lil boyz be out here sniffin' that furl
You lil boyz gotta get loaded just to go in that world
You lil boyz had better hit you a lick
You lil boyz shouldn't have ta ask another nigga for shit
You lil boyz don't even respect your momma
You lil boyz don't even have tha sense to be a Big Tymer
You lil boyz swear to God it's a game
You lil boyz gotta kill somethin' and get you a name
You lil boyz always be makin' a scene
You lil boyz wanna be grown, and you're still in your teens

(chorus [Lil' Wayne])
Look, you lil boyz better slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look, you lil boyz better ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds

[Baby]
You lil boyz better clear tha block
'Cause somebody done ran in my money spot
Cock tha glocks, we prepared to pop
Can't let it slide 'cause these lil boyz ain't right
Somebody gon' die tonight when we ride tonight
I'ma clear your set if I heard your name up in my mess
Best make a set trap, bust back with booby traps
You're outta line if you're playin' with mine
Fuck these bezzel bitch niggas gon' meet tha devil
Lil boyz don't know they playin' with rainy weather
Fuckin' with my cheddar
B.G., Wayne, Juvie, Big Tymers, whatever
But, however, if I could do
I'ma cook your hood like I cook up pill-goods, fool

(chorus [Lil' Wayne])
You lil boyz better ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha cut, it's 'bout ta go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look

[Mannie Fresh]
Check it out, check it out
You lil boyz make it happen, pack up y'all shit
You lil boyz need to go ahead on and quit, see
You lil boyz know y'all time is up
You lil boyz need to (gimme gimme gimme) get tha fuck
You lil boyz kinda like had '99
But look, you lil boyz from today to lights out, it's mine
You lil boyz need ta (???) with y'all's friends
You lil boyz really women with paws like mens
You lil boyz stay out mine and worry 'bout yurn
You lil boyz is tha right hook for this song 'cause y'all children
You lil boyz need to stop stealin' my beats
You lil boyz think a producer won't take y'all off y'all feets
You lil boyz know I do beats for twenty
You lil boyz add that up: zero zero zero comma, aw, fuck it, it's plenty
You lil boyz tell y'all baby-momma I'm back in town
You lil boyz smiles done turned into frowns

[Lil' Wayne]
Look, look,
When.. I.. ride.. dog
Chopper.. be on.. my.. side.. dog
Niggas betta run.. duck.. hide.. dog
'Cause I'm about to let.. bullets.. fly.. dog
Bahdi-by-by
Get it.. right, nigga
They all know Lil' Weezy ride at.. night, nigga
I dip low, and I'm strapped up.. tight, nigga
Duct tape your momma, and shoot off in your.. wife, nigga
Look, ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid
Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid
Keep sprayin'.. tha MAC-11.. burst
Hit 'em where it.. hurts
I'ma shoot.. first
Soak his.. shirt (ksshhh!)
Blood all over tha place
Hit tha block, have thugs all over tha place
It's Lil' Wayne, nigga, whoa now
If you don't think you can hang, nigga, slow down

(Chorus [Lil' Wayne])
Look, look,
'Cause you lil boyz need ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds

[Lil' Wayne]
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down

I want me a mill
To see just how it feel
No worries bout no bills, negotiating deals
Buy me some shit
Stuntin' in this bitch
20s be on hit
Everything legit
I don't want no war
But I can take it far
Put bullets in your car, whoever that you are
Woodie get in line
Make sure you aint gone shine
We be slangin iron
Everyday and everytime
Just because I'ma bad
I rammy after jags
When I get a sack
To niggas I'ma threat
Keep on gettin' blowed
Aint worried bout these hoes
Boy you know thats cold
The way I got'em drove
Shinin' like white diamonds
Nothin' but big tymin
My situation climbing
But simply cuz I'm rhymin'
The shit done hit the fan
They callin' me the man
Ya'll boys don't understand
This shit's going as planned

Chorus:
Now follow me now if you want it on
Salute at ease, then you carry on
Nigga drop and gimme 50 if you do it wrong
I'm into weapons I control the dome

Give me all my chesse
With no static please
Go off with these reeds
In between your knees
You playin' you gone learn
Yo partners aint gone turn
Right after you get burned
We gone get them some churn
I'ma tell you once
I'm bout pullin' stunts
Got golds on my fronts
Stay full of them blunts
I don't want be broke
I gotta feed my folks
Cuttin' niggas throats
Then runnin' by these hoes
Open up yo chase
Let me get a taste
A lot of niggas fake
Can't let it go to waste
I wont let it be
Give that there to me
All of ya'll gone see
Me in luxury
Look me in my eyes
Don't tell me no lies
You wanna take my life
You tryin' to get some trife
None of you I fear
I'm runnin' this right chea
Aint gone shed no tears
When you disappear

Chorus:

I try to leave that lone
But you did that wrong
You call me on the phone
And told me it was on
Now I'm in them streets
Bringin' all that heat
Straight to where you sleep
Won't even let you eat
Somebody gonna snitch
And go out like a bitch
But I'ma get'em quick
And hit'em with my shit
Them laws gonna try to bust
But I don't give a fuck
He would of shot me up
If he'd of got me stuck
I'ma take my charge
Aint cryin' like no broad
And holla at them boys
On the boulevard
Woodie I'm in jail
Get all off my mail
See about my bail
Get me out this hell
So I can see the block
And open up my shop
I hope that bitch aint hot