JUVENILE lyrics - Beast Mode

Drop That Thang

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Roll that thang this away [x4] Drop that thang Drop that thang Drop that Drop that Drop that thang [x2] Theres a lot of women in this party but your the only one I'm really look at shawty [x2] When ever you shake it you make a player smile Wonderin if you can drop it hot potato style My holiday girl My little mrs christmas Can you excuse me for thinking with my dipstick Im lovin on you and you an you hearing this from any sorce Dancing with you kinda feel like we having intercorse We get to talking we can put this shit on ordercheck I had a fucked up day but you changing all of that I hope your ready we partyin till the next day I bent it over and huddled up for the next play You play the quarterback and I'm gonna participate and what you should be tryin to do is throw it this way Roll that thang this away [x4] Drop that thang Drop that thang Drop that Drop that Drop that thang [x2] Theres a lot of women in the party but your the only one I'm really look at shawty [x2] It just only took me a glance too see you back it up like you graduated from dance school I gotta touch you whenever you make it jiggle fast and have my fingers all over you like a lil splash I circle your area I'mma a cart wheel i wanna know how your booty moves in those hard heels You gotta nice rack can I get a boob shot I put in work I got my condoms in my tool box I see your left cheek even with your right check Im on my motor bike riding that nigga like bike week You play the quarterback and I'm gonna participate and what you should be tryin to do is throw it this way Roll that azz this away [x4] Drop that azz Drop that azz Drop that Drop that Drop that azz [x2] Theres a lot of women in the party but your the only one I'm really look at shawty [x2] Roll that azz this away [x4] Drop that azz Drop that azz Drop that Drop that Drop that azz [x2] [repeat]

Speakerphone

KYLIE MINOGUE "X"
Music make you lose control Lights Mind Eyes Hearts Lights (Flashin') Sound (Clashin') Minds (Blowin') Body (Rockin') Eyes (Lockin') Lips (Touchin') Hearts (Pumpin') Pressure (Risin') Breath (Takin') Rump (Shakin') Music (Make you) Lose (Control) Play it on your speakerphone Track repeat go on and on Drop your socks and grab your mini boom box Do the pop lock body rock Let the beat drop Till your shell shocked Baby what, tell me what you got Rock hard like a sinner block To your head bone Temple bone Through your jaw bone To your neck bone Collar bone let it go on To your back bone Moving on Through your hip bone When your Play it on your speakerphone Track repeat go on and on Lights (Flashin') Sound (Crashin') Minds (Blowin') Body (Rockin') Eyes (Lockin') Lips (Touchin') Hearts (Pumpin') Pressure (Risin') Breath (Takin') Rump (Shakin') Music (Make you) Lose (Control) Play it on your speakerphone With your friend or on your own On the street or in your home Fill the buzz and hum along Play it on your speakerphone Let the stars collide Stop your pockets goin' ring-a-ding-dong Turn your thing on speakerphone We can get it on Set your mind on Freaky mode Where you wanna go? Feel the buzz grow Let it glow To your head bone Temple bone Through your jaw bone To your neck bone Collar bone let it go on To your back bone Moving on through your hip bone when you're playing on your speakerphone Track repeat go on and on Lights (Flashin') Sound (Crashin') Minds (Blowin') Body (Rockin') Eyes (Lockin') Lips (Touchin') Hearts (Pumpin') Pressure (Risin') Breath (Takin') Rump (Shakin') Music (Make you) Lose (Control) Play it on your speakerphone With your friend or on your own On the street or in your home Fill the buzz and hum along Play it on your speakerphone Let the stars collide Drop your socks and grab your mini boom box, box, box, box, box, box... (Let the beat drop) Drop your socks and grab your mini boom box Do the pop lock body rock Let the beat drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop.. Drop your socks and grab your mini boom box, box Play it on your speakerphone Lights (Flashin') Sound (Crashin') Minds (Blowin') Body (Rockin') Eyes (Lockin') Lips (Touchin') Hearts (Pumpin') Pressure (Risin') Breath (Takin') Rump (Shakin') Music (Make you) Lose (Control) Play it on your speakerphone Let the stars collide

Running Game

JOHN CENA "You Can't See Me"
[20 second instrumental to open] [Chorus 2X: John Cena] We roll by in the pimp ride (then we) Walk through with the pimp slide (y'all know me) Crew heavy on the thick side Everybody feelin this, y'all know we serious [John Cena] I'll be makin you move so quick you can't see me in slow-mo Get your throat cut when you step in the dojo Y'all got no flow, we be makin hits You like a proctologist, you feelin my shit Yeah - you all hype like a street team I spend more time holdin a mic than Mean Gene Makin beat fiends scream, they be lovin the click Roll solo to the party but I leave with ya chick Cause she know that when I'm flowin it's hot There's a party in my pants, she be blowin the spot Buck naked in the old school drop, givin me skull again She give me free strokes, that's why I call her a mulligan See me on TV, knows everything about me You can't fuck with me, she can't fuck without me And if you think she don't be lovin my thangs That's like sayin you eat at Hooters for the buffalo wings, what? [Chorus] [Tha Trademarc] Fuck record execs, promisin checks I been cleanin tables now I'm seein labels, these chicks sayin "haven't we met," man holdin my breath Feel like the lesser of two evils that I haven't seen yet I got girls runnin game with a pimp strut Big butt booty bitches tryin to link up They walkin toward me, conversation and they body bore me I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story Nas said it before, that's raw If you leavin the club your clothes'll end up on the car floor Man, I got no time for words after sex I just kick you to the curb and be laughin next Cause Trademarc is a clingy chick's nightmare Even though you took me home, I won't spend the night there I've had hookers to virgins, on they back Wild sex all the way to dead lays like necrophiliacs [Chorus] [John Cena] Johnny Cena got the girls, girls but I'm not Jay-Z I play the field, I never let the field play me You see my Chevy? You know there's ten chicks aboard Plus the whip got more switches than the mixer board I'm stickin your whore, while you flossin your Range Gave her a dollar, she gave me back a buck and some change She tried to swallow me whole, I brushed the back of her wig She called my dick Frank White cause it's +Notoriously B.I.G.+ [Chorus]

The Load-Out

JACKSON BROWNE "Running On Empty"
(Jackson Browne & Bryan Garofalo) Now the seats are all empty Let the roadies take the stage Pack it up and tear it down They're the first to come and last to leave Working for that minimum wage They'll set it up in another town Tonight the people were so fine They waited there in line And when they got up on their feet they made the show And that was sweet... But I can hear the sound Of slamming doors and folding chairs And that's a sound they'll never know Now roll them cases out and lift them amps Haul them trusses down and get'em up them ramps 'Cause when it comes to moving me You guys are the champs But when that last guitar's been packed away You know that I still want to play So just make sure you got it all set to go Before you come for my piano But the band's on the bus And they're waiting to go We've got to drive all night and do a show in Chicago or Detroit, I don't know We do so many shows in a row And these towns all look the same We just pass the time in our hotel rooms And wander 'round backstage Till those lights come up and we hear that crowd And we remember why we came Now we got country and western on the bus R and B, we got disco in eight tracks and cassettes in stereo We've got rural scenes & magazines We've got truckers on the CB We've got Richard Pryor on the video We got time to think of the ones we love While the miles roll away But the only time that seems too short Is the time that we get to play People you've got the power over what we do You can sit there and wait Or you can pull us through Come along, sing the song You know you can't go wrong 'Cause when that morning sun comes beating down You're going to wake up in your town But we'll be scheduled to appear A thousand miles away from here

Jelly Roll Gum Drop

FRANK ZAPPA "Cruising with Ruben and the Jets"
Ray Collins (lead vocals) Frank Zappa (lead guitar) Roy Estrada (bass) Jimmy Carl Black (drums) Arthur Tripp (drums) Ian Underwood (piano, alto saxophone) Don Preston (piano) Motorhead Sherwood (baritone saxophone, tambourine) Bunk Gardner (tenor saxophone) Jelly Roll Gum Drop, got my eyes on you Baby don't you know now Jelly Roll Gum Drop, got my eyes on you The way you do the bop Like a spinnin' top The Pachuco Hop And the L.A. Slop You make a street car stop At the soda shop And my eye-balls pop When I see my Jelly Roll Gum Drop, got my eyes on you Mama don't you know now Jelly Roll Gum Drop, got my eyes on you The way you boogie all night You're my heart's delight You know I wish I might Get a tiny bite of your Jelly Roll Gum Drop, I wanna, I wanna Jelly Roll Gum Drop, I wanna, I wanna Jelly Roll Gum Drop, I wanna, I wanna Jelly Roll Bop bop bah, Bop bop bah Bop bop bah, Bop bop bah Sha-la-la-la, Sha-la-la-la (Cough, cough, cough) Jelly Roll Gum Drop, got my eyes on you Baby don't you know now Jelly Roll Gum Drop, got my eyes on you The way you do the bop Like a spinnin' top The Pachuco Hop And the L.A. Slop You make a street car stop At the soda shop And my eye-balls pop When I see my Jelly Roll Gum Drop, got my eyes on you Mama don't you know now Jelly Roll Gum Drop, got my eyes on you The way you boogie all night You're my heart's delight You know I wish I might Get a tiny bite of your Jelly Roll Gum Drop, I wanna, I wanna Jelly Roll Gum Drop, I wanna, I wanna Jelly Roll Gum Drop

If Ya Want My Luv

JOAN JETT AND THE BLACKHEARTS "Good Music"
(Joan Jett/Kenny Laguna) Hey don't play with my brain We are all the same Save your flattery Just take it easy with me If ya want my luv If ya want my luv ya gotta learn To treat me with respect If ya want my luv luv me enough To drop the strings that ya brought If ya want my luv then realize That I ain't some pet that ya bought If ya want my luv You always try so hard I don't want some silly card I want what you are Now that's not too bizarre If ya want my luv If you're spendin' time with me You better keep it hassle free I'll tell you If ya want my luv luv me enough To drop the strings that ya brought If ya want my luv then realize That I ain't some pet that ya bought If ya want my luv Wait, I'll show you how to play If you plan to be with me You better give me space to breathe I wanna know If ya want my luv If ya want my luv

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