JUVENILE lyrics - 400 Degreez

Back That Azz Up

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[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 or buy a 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 Ha

Can't Nobody Hold Me Down

PUFF DADDY "No Way Out"
(feat. Mase) [Puff] Bad Boy... we ain't gon' stop [Verse One: Mase] Now with Sean on the hot track, melt like it's hot wax Put it out, all the stores, bet you could shop that (that's right) Leave a nigga with a hot hat, fronting like Bad Boy ain't got tracks (nigga stop that) There's no guy slicker than this young fly nigga Nickel-nine nigga, floss you die quicker (uh-huh) This fed time outta town pie flipper Turn Cristal into a Crooked I sipper Everbody want to be fast, see the cash Fuck around they weak staff, get a heat rash Anything in Bad Boy way we smash (we smash) Hundred G stash, push a bulletproof E-Class (ehehe) I'm through with bein a player and a baller Just want me one bad bitch so I can spoil her Mase wanna be the one you respect, even when you're vexed Rock Versace silks over spilled brunette Got green never seen so you suck my jewels Clutch my uz', anything I touch I bruise Puff make his own laws, nigga fuck your rules (that's right) Goodfellas, you know you can't touch us dudes [Puff] Don't push us, cause we're close to the, edge [Puff] We're tryin, not to lose our heads, a-hah hah hah hah [Verse Two: Mase] Broken glass everywhere [glass shatters] if it ain't about the money, Puff, I just don't care (that's right) I'm that Goodfella fly guy, sometimes wiseguys Spend time in H-A-W-A-I-I (Mase can you please stop smoking lah lah) Puff why try I'm a thug, I'ma die high I be out in Jersey, puffin Hershey Brothers ain't worthy to rock my derby Though I'm never drugged, I'm the venom in the club, G Though I know the thug be wantin to slug me (uh-huh) Could it be I move as smoove as Bugsy (yeah) Or be at the bar with too much bubbly (c'mon) Yo I think it must be the girls want to lust me Or is it simply the girls just love me Brothers wanna: rock the Rolls, rock my clothes Rock my ice, pull out Glocks, stop my life (uhh) I'm like, 'Damn, how these niggaz got they trust Used to be my man, how you gonna plot on my wife' Do you think you snake me, cause they hate me Or he got his Ph.D; Player Hater's Degree (Ahaha!) [Chorus: Mase, Puff Daddy] [Mase] Can't nobody take my pride [Puff] Uh-uh, uh-uh [Mase] Can't nobody hold me down... ohh no [Mase] I got to keep on movin [Verse Three: Mase] Quit that! (uh-huh) You a big cat (yeah) Where your chicks at (yeah) Where your whips at (where dey at) Wherever you get stacks, I'ma fix that Everything that's big dreams, I did that (that's right) Don't knock me cause you're boring I'm record sales soaring (*whistling*) straight touring Simply a lot of men be wantin to hear me cause their words just don't offend me (uh-uh, uh-uh) We spend cheese, in the West Indies Then come home to plenty cream Bentleys (ahehe) You name it, I could claim it Young, black, and famous, with money hangin out the anus And when you need a hit, who you go and get (who) Bet against us (Not a sure bet) We make hits that'll rearrange your whole set (that's right) and got a Benz that I ain't even drove yet [Mase] Don't push us, cause we're close to the, edge [Mase] We're tryin, not to, lose our heads, a-hah-hah-hah-hah [Mase] I get the feeling sometime, that make me wonder [Mase] Why you wanna take us under [Puff] Why you wanna take us under [repeat 2X] [Chorus: repeat to fade]

Gold On My Macbook

TRINIDAD JAMES "Don't Be S.A.F.E"
Yeah I dropped a tape Surprised myself man I don't know how I feel about it Other than fucking amazing Yeah yeah yeah yeah Let me give you lil' bye by the southside nigga I like my bitches on their back with their mouth wide nigga Explosion Explosion I must do what I feel I can't afford to get caught in a bullshit that life brings A young woman always told me it's your choice how you choose to react So I hit the the club and I turn up Fresh as fuck your ho might know me I am a real nigga for certain I don't have a bunch of dimes but I keep some strong sixes like Turner, know some shot niggas that'll burn ya Yeah yeah And this is the second part of this I gotta let ya'll niggas know man like for real you know what I am saying It goes a little something like, OK Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I'm from the A-town for the most part Kicking shit up your party Ain't bothering nobody You couldn't kick shit no better Your main bitch? Sheэs a choke artist like Webber It wasn't hard for her to notice me Then my James Harden like OKC As she hit them high notes like Jodeci I'm a shoot the guts Ain't knowing' me Knowing me Knowing me This is a good lil' journey you finna to take right here It's gonna take you somewhere you never been Hopefully You know what I'm saying

Bad Reputation

DAMN YANKEES
When you wake up in the morning, and you're lyin' in my bed Do you think of me, how I made you scream It was an all night love affair (are you ready, I'm ready) Say Mary go 'round again Would a lollipop get ya back on top from the candy man, yeah friend? Got a hunger for affection, I just can't get enough Well I read you, baby, like an open book Now the doctor's in, let me take a look Say yeah, yeah, s'alright I got a bad, bad reputation (I got) a bad, bad reputation When you step into the spotlight, you're a cherry red machine (wanna touch you, wanna taste you) Wanna kiss you in between You legs say action, your body built for speed I know what I do for you, won't you do the same for me Did I mention my intentions? I just can't get enough You can huff and puff, try to blow me down But the big bad wolf is back in town Say yeah, yeah, I'll bite I got a bad, bad reputation A bad, bad reputation Ever heard the story (said it's true) 'Bout a travellin' man (he'd been around) He could have any woman (welcome to) Palm of his hand (blow ya down) She could never fight it (no she won't) 'Cause you know she needs it so bad, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah... Bad, bad reputation (repeats, fades)

Shaolin Soldiers

King Just "Mystics Of The God"
[Intro] That's all we got, we gonna need Choose, you ready Yeah, let's do this shit Yeah, yeah, yo who be that? Yo that's the God? Yeah, word up, niggas gotta learn to fuckin answer me dude I want 'em all, fuck that Shaolin, Shao!!! [King Just] What, what, my Gods is raced up The thought that I throw is like a blow to your gut Word up, what the fuck, the God creates drama Two-Six horror, terrorize the nigga mama I smell marce in the air, yeah Where, all my Gods standin right here In the rear, tryin to sneak me from behind Shaolin, rush 'em, nah nah he's mines Die Earth scum, die, die It's just like a needle goin straight to my eye Oh why, does it have to be this way I don't know, but I flip the shit everyday So come on, where you at, where you at Pass me my gat, I'ma kill a cat, if they ever fuck wit the rats And that be the shit in my life The God ain't trife, yikes, yikes Fool strikes, kung fu, killa comin through Ooh, that be that nigga from the Zoo But yet ya wanna ask me, how I slam a jam It's simple, all I do is gram on a gram in a cracker Hit ya like a linebacker, I'mma gat ya When I get ya, I'mma blast ya Blaow, like Kool Moe Dee, how ya like me know When my style is ill, raow raow [Chorus 6X] Shaolin Soldiers! (Hey!) [King Just] Enough is enough, wit this corn ball stuff About who can get rough and tough, or who can get snuffed Please, if you came to battle, then rap Cuz your name ain't Scarface, and you don't own no gat You ain't hurtin nothin, ain't no future in frontin You probably ain't even sayin nuthin Yo you're bluffin, puttin like your styles is phat But your rhymes are wack and you sound like you on plaque New Jack, you're a wanna be, down to be, soon to be Whatever you want, let it be And I'mma hit ya wit a safer rap To make you shut ya trap, and get the God hand clap, smack Hit across your lips wit some shit That make ya wanna spit and do two back flips Blue top, I clear through the air You against me? Well I don't think that's fair You need more people to match my equal And even if then, there won't be no sequel Yo, let's get straight to the matter How my thoughts get phatter and phatter and phatter Ask Betty Crocker, yo it's in the batter And I'mma climb the charts and splatter [Chorus 5X] [King Just] Why would you wanna write my shit like that? Why must the God chase the cat? Why would you even wanna front like that? Smile in my face, and talk shit behind my back Damn nigga, you must of wasted ya time If you wanted to be rapper, I done wrote you a rhyme Yo, you don't get no props, for bitin my shit You only get props, for bein on my dick But when you hear this, don't be mad Just be glad, that I ain't whip on ya monkey ass You got a lotta balls bitin my style Soon we gonna be on it like aow, aow Put your shit on the court Cuz this one here takes to take 'em, yo I'm brake Lord forgiveness sake, for they do not know what they do When they bent the Zoo, I should of brought it to they whole crew Badoop a doo, oh my God nigga, let's be real The eight commandment, says thou shall not steal Help police, I'm being robbed By some corns on the car, that need to get a fuckin real job The Mob rocks more shit than boulders I told ya, everybody can't be a soldier [Chorus 9X]

Oh No No

NEXT "Welcome II Nextasy"
(feat. Red Rat & Renee Neufville) [Red Rat (Renee Nuefville)] Well, it's come the musical ting called Me wan dat girl de (You don't know) Oh no (You don't know) Well, this is Red Rat, and Next Yeah, it don't fex (You don't know, yeah) You see dat girl de A she me wan sex,Yo (Oh no oh no) Yo, me can tell uno sumptin (Oh no oh no) Oh no [Next (Renee Nuefville)] (Fat ting, pretty fat ting) Let your love fall on me, yeah (Skin tight, botty look right) Just want it over me, yeah (Ball out, when you fall out) So let me get into you, oh (Sweetness come and sit on this) Tell me when we're through, whoa I [Red Rat] She never give it to her Trust me she on top and me see it from far Ye no see how she hot ya, she must be a star Me want what she got because, she have a lot And trust me she fat Me want that girl dah She better be alone Me need that girl dah Fe jump inna me sword Me a go take her way And carry her home You hear what me say T-Low, wah you say [Next (Renee Neufville)] I said you make me so hot baby (Oh no no) Show me what you got baby (Oh no no) Do it nonstop baby (Oh no no no no no no) What about tonight baby (Yeah, yeah yeah) Take the next flight baby (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Roll it up tight baby (Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah) (Sweet ting, pretty darling) You're body's callin for me (She fat,eh) (I hear a ring, your kitty calling) And baby it sounds so sweet (Ribby bump bum rippy bum scump) You are the perfect size (Sexy body gal, grind and pull up) So let me give you the ride of your life, yeah yeah (Oh, no no) Callin all botty riders (Oh no no) Oh I wanna get inside your (Oh no no no no no no) And you're makin' me horney (Yeah yeah yeah) When you wind up your body (Yeah yeah yeah) Girl you're fat and you're sexy (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah) [Red Rat] Cha, RL, a how she a whine so Me afeared that she'll mess up my mind so Yo, she does her big prime time show No, wouldn't me a prime shy knock And you know, no recall Yes indeed, you number who the freak see yo Get out of line, we're punishing No got time for breathin' She have what me want and me have what she need She must come satisfy me sex scream [Next (Renee Neufville)] I say you make me so hot baby (Oh no no) Show me what ya got baby (Oh no no) Do it nonstop baby (Oh no no, no no, no no) What about tonight baby (Yeah yeah yeah) Take the next flight baby (Yeah yeah yeah) Roll it up tight baby (Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah) [RED RAT] Hey yo tweety [Next] Tell me why you're teasing me this way Wanting you to stay Could have you all day Tell me how I'm losing control Want your body and soul Got me wanting more [Next (Renee Neufville)] I say you make me so hot baby (Oh no no) Show me what you got baby (Oh no no) Do it nonstop baby (Oh no no, no no, no no) What about tonight baby (Yeah yeah yeah) Take the next flight baby (Yeah yeah yeah) Roll it up tight baby (Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah) [Red Rat] And that ya say Oh no It's not me mean, oya Can tell uno sumptin

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