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JUVENILE lyrics - Being Myself

Head In Advance

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[Chorus: Juvenile] It's the one nobody likes with bad breath and saggy pants Might bounce a little bit but see a gangsta don't dance Hoes say I am mean I never give them a chance But can't a nigga get a little head in advance It's the one nobody likes with bad breath and saggy pants Might bounce a little bit but see a gangsta don't dance Hoes say I am mean I never give them a chance But can't a nigga get a little head in advance [Verse 1: Juvenile] Maybe not probably don't even feel that way How can you not what's under my waist is real I say A yo my fire cracker pop like independence day Them dick suckers long shoud have been in sentence may I do a little something I got that cut to tie your thighs up I'm not asthmatic I'm healthy and I could fuck That teenage pussy I don't want so zip it up And no satchatories having in here so catch a cut Ohh how I love it when half your ass show And you catch the side view it look like two elbows And my dick stuck to my leg like velcro Stop blocking and let them females go If the hoes keep asking me up I got to stop her I've been searching for me a lifipeepoper I'm serious you should wanna fuck with me period Because I'm a little bit more then just a lyricist [Chorus: Juvenile] [Verse 2: Juvenile] This is to alisha, camren, roshon and don If you fuck with pimp baby show me your thong Get your big ass up hoe you know this your song Big daddy gonna be smashing it till four in the morn You doing them jeans yeah black you need to stop it It look like you got a loaf of bread in your pocket Should have followed you first ma and snatch you first But when I'm drinking everyboady look like they got worth I don't need to tell a woman what I'm worth She gonna show me some affection when I raise my shirt I ain't never bought a woman where I do my dirt To a nice confined spot where I can lift that skirt Hopefully she illegal with the head and all Probably heard of my background and said I'm a dog But I ain't about me baby it's about y'all My fantasy is knocking four of y'all off [Chorus] Shake that ass mami If you trying to get to juvenile pass him I'm not telling to tell you to put your man in past tense It is just a little tiny favor that I'm asking [Verse 3: Juvenile] Show me that poor shooter any way you throw it I'm gonna do ya Just let wardy do this manever All thow I'm from the sewer I like having relations I punch a bitch in the head for playing with my patience I make a local hoe turn hashin had me at the station They hating saying that I violated my probation Theres a lot of kinky shit going up in the clubs We be popping exctasy looking for woman to hug I promised not to get you caught up in these drugs Put this gun in your purse mami and roll with a thug Your girlfriends always saying she ain't like that Well hold that right there mami I will be right back [Chorus] Shake that ass mami If you trying to get to juvenile pass him I'm not telling to tell you to put your man in past tense It is just a little tiny favor that I'm asking Shake that ass mami If you trying to get to juvenile pass him I'm not telling to tell you to put your man in past tense It is just a little tiny favor that I'm asking

Sticky Icky Situations

ABK (ANYBODY KILLA) "Hatchet Warrior"
[Verse 1: Anybody Killa] My teacher always said I wouldn't be nothin' So I met him in the parking lot said "I'ma killer" and then I rushed him Sometimes I feel like a nut Runnin' through the neighborhood, tearin' shit up Straight jackin' motherfuckers just to smoke a blunt Sometimes I feel that my head fucked up, and it really sucks I hear voices tellin' me to do it (Do it) How would you act if you had to live through it? Turnin' back on the gat, and I stole me an ounce Now I'm addicted to the sound of a head gettin' whacked Do I smoke too much, cause I choke too much? Are you mad cause I keep stealin' your roaches bro Yo Mike P! (Yo what's up?) Turn my headphones up Rude Boy got me stoned from the sticky stuff Weed's fuckin' with my head, man I'm too damn high Yo Violent J, you want the rest? (Show you right!) Man I can smell it in yo pocket (Roll it up) Sandwich bag filled up like you ain't got enough Always smoke with your road dogs, don't be shy Cause when a drought comes, he might be yo main supply Me and J steady smokin' pounds So at least have a sack when you see us around (Biatch!) Like you ain't heard, man we flippin' the scripts So unlock yo ziplock and let me grab us a spliff [Verse 2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] When I pass it to you, bitch pass it back Bitches don't smoke for free, where the ass be at? B-L-A-Z-E, ABK And we got Esham and Violent J Juggalos outside in the parking lot Because y'all know how we get sparked a lot Got the Faygo Cola with the Vodka twist And when we all get together we see diamond mist [Verse 3: Violent J] I could smoke a stick of dynamite and not be dead (POP!) I like it cause it fuck with my head I stay weeded indeed, a killa need it I can eat it to feed it, proceed and keep it heated Now who the fuck don't like my flow? You ain't heard my words will make the beard of a wiseman grow Hydro, in a good way it fuck with my head And without it you fucks would be dead I rhymed dead and head for the 17th time We double team rhymes, ABK and Violent J If I loved Shaggy anymore I'd have to be gay In Californ-i-a, they pull they socks to they knees NIA, Ninjas In Action we be deez I like cheese, I'm a serial pleez I bitch slap fans cause I be a dick like that I get wicked-wicky-wicky rhymes sick like that I'm fat and fuzzy and I smell like weed everywhere My homies call me Smokey The Bear Tell that pokey beware, don't come near here Don't dare, unless you wanna see my axe buddy partin' your hair I'm a Southwest gang bang gangsta boy Zug Island, Del Ray I aint's ta toy My boy Nate's the boy, my whole crew busts shots Until you out like quamay's pokadots I'm tryin' to smoke a litte somethin' for my dogs who smoke They only cessed and stressed cause they all too broke I'm like "bew-bew-bew-bew-bew" with the Anybody Killa Blowin' Indian tubleweed, we bitch booty feelas Ghetto scrubs flippin' nubs at thugs We drown faggots in Faygo tubs and eatin' dead bugs (Ew!) I'm tryin' to say anything that rhymes So I can fuck with your head like the cess do mine [Hook x2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Break it down and roll it up, smokin' blunts all night Hesitate to hit it too hard, the weed's that tight Sticky icky situations, dehydrated Cottonmouth creepin', the game got me faded [Verse 4: Esham] I'm in the water with the sharks bleedin' That's why I be a killa for no reason, speedin' My flows dope like OZ's and Crush pounds and trees and, I'm all season Veteran, no one does it better than they (We) E and J, (Hey) ABK And that's my man and them (What's up?) And I always blow ganj with them Detroit playas too advanced for them We buyin' out the bar, we don't dance with them So if you ever get a chance to glance at them Baby boy say holla back, answer him H-U-S-T-L-E-R Yes, that's what the hell we are See, me and Blaze, wicked ways Full body armor, 5000 rounds and about 2 K's I can walk on water, spit fire and ice Chinese secrets, makin' wine from rice Still shoot dice, up against the wall so nice Still F-U-C-K the po-lice Think twice like the 3 blind mice But don't give me no advice I shine like crystals in the jewelry heist And still pimp hoes like Heidi Floess

Shake Ya Ass

MYSTIKAL "Let's Get Ready"
Mmm! Mmm, mmm, mmm Oooh-OOOH! [Hook - repeat 2X] Shake ya ass, watch yourself Shake ya ass, show me what you workin with [Verse 1] I came here with my dick in my hand Don't make me leave here with my foot in yo' ass; be cool And don't worry bout how I'm rippin this shit When I'm flippin what I'm kickin nigga, that's just what I do I'm effervesecet and I'm off that crescent Nastier than a full grown German Shepherd; motherfucker keep steppin They don't fuck with me and they don't Y'all bitches cant catch me and you won't Pay ya fare, fix ya hair, throw that pussy Got a Prada for boonapalist, and Donna for my babooski You think I'm trickin Bitch, I ain't trippin I'm buyin if you got nice curves for your iceberg Drinkin Henn and actin like it do somethin to me Hope this indecent proposal make you do somethin with me Fuck a dollar girl, pick up fifty And fuck that coward you need a real nigga Off top knick-a-boxers hurtin shit Bend over hoe; show me what you workin with! [Hook] [Chorus] Attention all y'all players and pimps Right now in the place to be (shake ya ass) I thought I told y'all niggas before Y'all niggas can't fuck with me (watch yourself) Now this ain't for no small booties No sir cause that won't pass (show me whatcha workin with) But if you feel you got the biggest one Then momma come shake ya ass [Hook] [Verse 2] I like my women fire like CAY-ENNE!! Chocolate and bowlegged - when I'm runnin up behind her!! Go head get ya pop-a-lock let the cock out For girl don't lie you know you wanna go back to my house 'The Man Right Chea' wanna get under that dress right there You spicy cajun we gon' a good time over there You better suck the head on them there crawfish And you gotta bend all the way over to dance off this Handle yo' business but I know you do it way better, you dead wrong So if you talkin bout how niggaz make noise when you pass by get yo' fine ass on the floor girl this yo' fuckin song! Do yo' thang dont be scared, cause you gon' get served You get mine then you gon' get yours Bout to make yo' ass love it Raise it up, show the G-string hustlin hustlin [Chorus] [Hook] [Verse 3] Stop yo' cryin heffer, I don't need all that I got a job for you - the braided up pimp is back Break them handcuffs, fuck you nigga move somethin And if they ask you what you doin say, 'Ooohh nuttin!' And we been doin for the past 2 somethin And I've been beatin that pussy up now it's smooth fuckin You can betcha bottom dollar; if that pussy fire you gon' holla Michael Tyler! So don't act like you don't be backin that stuff up Girl in the club, cause that's what you got ass for Wobble wobble I'm infatuated Bitch ride a dick like she makin a baby And I see that we gon' have to go to a quiet corner for just us two an' Don't worry about who lookin, just keep on doin what you doin Cause a nigga like me gon' get to work before I know the girl Bitch whats happnin, let 'em see, show the world! [Chorus] [Hook] Uhh.. OOOH-WEE! Good lawd! Damn!

Rollin Vogues

Dirty
[Pimp] Well I wanna pimp all the hoes In a L-Dog Lac, gold shoes sittin' on vogues Say you wanna roll reefer slow Two niggaz in the back gettin' hi straight smokin' my dope I know you love it when you see me ride You run and hide because you know that I'm bringin' it live And no disrespect, if they cash the check They comin' out wit the .45 between they eyes Young nigga can you feel me I know you wanna kill me but you can't touch the G I got dick for them sluts to beat Plenty game for them hoes so you can't fuck wit me We comin' straight from the S-O-U-T-H, true P-L-A-Y-A You in the land of the Candyman You best crown the man and never playa hate We get hi like everyday Got some killa ass weed, do you wanna participate Fuck nigga don't hesitate Take two puffs of the blunt nigga straight pass it to me I make yo girl wanna masturbate So bend on over and shake that ass in a faster way Tonite I can be yo candy licker Yo big dick sticker nut 'em up in a nasty way and..... Hook [Mr. G] Well it's Friday night and I'm feelin' aight Got a pound and a pocket full of optimos Rollin' 4 deep in my Caddy smokin' weed Tricks sweatin' me but I ain't finna jock them hoes (Pimp:But young pimp we can stop them hoes and show them hoes what niggaz from the South be like) Get on in, we got weed and gin But tell yo friend that we goin' to the fight tonite Open up the doors to the club and show me love And if you scared get up on this bud A fifth of that Henn ??????? and I'ma freak you like you never was Later on let me lick you up and all around And watch yo pants come tumblin' down This lame got a squeaky bed but bitch gimme head And when you done we can fuck on the ground Cause I know you like them freaky sounds But hold on baby, I know you ain't tryin' to fake the funk You must take me for a young ass punk who can't make ya jump I'll freak yo ass till yo back get slumped And I know you wanna ride in my drop-top Lac Cause it's pretty and it's sittin' on vogues Wit a candy paint job that'll light the whole block up Are you blind from the shine of my spokes and..... Hook [Pimp] I know you really wanna know why This young ass pro I treat them hoes like Eskimos I treat 'em dirty cold when the door close Comin' out they clothes till a nigga don't wanna have sex no more See you never heard that before But that's a young playa kickin' game ??? What you think I got the rest here for Better respect the folk You get boned when ???? But yeah shawty I'm a pimp though And if you didn't know, still get the game to the up to the most I'm not really the kind though But if you bold enough I'll lay you down and we can fuck on the flo' So..... [Mr. G] Do you wanna ride wit me I got that yak on side of me Collard green smoke comin' outta me White folks comin' Better hide the weed, ya better hide the cheese, ya better hide the ki's That's what keeps yo pockets fat 4 or 5 niggaz in my Cadillac Smokin' bud gettin' blazed in the back Hoes be actin' scandalous when it comes to showin' us love I'ma tell you hoes straight up: if you don't fuck don't hang wit us My crew be bout that dirty shit, all about that nutty shit If you not down to die for it then you must not be lovin' it Bitch we..... Hook

1597

ATMOSPHERE "Overcast!"
Hey Daly, Get the fuck away from my sister you punk motherfocker. (intro) I do....I do....I do...Hey wassup, can i kiss the bitch yet?.....I do.... First of all bitch, i never promised i'd be rich so fuck you and your wishes, ya need to do the dishes and change the damn cat litter I thought i told you to get rid of that crazy cat last week Yo, don't you get sassy with me missy Because i'll go upside you quickly But yo, she's kinda sneeky when i sleep she'll probably stick me But it be a threat and threats make her respond She probably grew up watching pops beat her mom and to the break-a-dawn I could pop shit talk shit (hah, snitch?) to herself Because there aint no where to walk This is the middle of hell you've got no job no diploma might as well kick it with me and live in Hinckley, Minnesota She's my trailer park chick with the pop tarts and venison hard liquor to cop a buzz off the over the counter medicine The rent is in the mail bitch pump the (gauge?) Fix the antenna, act your age and spread your legs It's my CAS-STLE whiiiiiiite stank ho and if i want to i'll put it in your asshole You wanna battle baby? I'll put a shadow over ya sky now shut the fuck up and fix me turkey pot pie I own the camaro and the mobile home, so where the fuck you gonna go? (4X) go, go, go ahead and call your mom if ya need someone to cry to boo I guarantee ya that that bitch is gonna lie to you Fuck ya crank head, soap opera, pastries, and diet soda everything she'll ever need to know she learned from Oprah You what the hell she's gonna do for you? That bitch is stuck too Get off my phone, tell her I said what up, and muthafuck you And tell daddy if he wants some to bring his drunk ass on I beat that fat bastard with a cast on Ay yo honey I'm trippin But why you always flippin dress slutty everytime that we go drinkin with my buddies won't be long before you carrying my puppies Speaking of which you bleeding yet bitch? Cause you gettin kind of chubby Yo, where the hell'd you put my stash? Better tell me quick fast or catch a foot in the ass Oh no, you did not smoke all of my pot If my remmington was out the pawn shop, you'd get shot Stop, and put that knife back in the sink Baby, Baby, Baby, why you fucking trying to take me to the brink? What you think? Quit thinking and pretending that you're smart Happily ever after 'til death do us part I own the camaro and the mobile home, so where the fuck you gonna go? (4X) I love you.

I'm Gone

AUGUST ALSINA "The Product"
Pour some liquor in my cup, shake it stir it up Pa pa pass it up, keep it coming 'til I'm stuffed And I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone And I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone The club kiss 'er down when I park outside All eyes on me when I walk inside When they go a nigga will like it's undecided Behind these notes like I'm tryin' to have my faith Hate nigga get up out my space Talk Obama, we gon cut the case Matter of fact where's that bitch with that ass? In a away I'm tryna use her face She says she likes to be laid back Go hard on film and let her play back Exotic actress, good times She gotta shake down the niggas seat pulled way back, way back She feel Mike Myers, hot, get into really got on fire I tell 'er gon blow like wire Rain on her tits round up by where gonna play at Picture rockin' OJ, Shawty name when I'm thirsty Shawty says she don't take shots Margarita then ole Dollar bills and they're stacked up All my homies be racked up DJ in the zone so this song's about to get back up Plan again if you fuck with it, Ino be my city Shout out to my tex niggas who throat bangin' in cell sleepin' If you yell I'm here now Lookin' for that good cush That's all I want, you break down Happens to me like George Bush I'm on and I'm pullin' tron Coffin on that stone got me feeling like I'm grown Maybe too young to be just done I don't care but it's too fun And tonight I'm gonna get some So I'm headin' down Pour some liquor in my cup, shake it stir it up Pa pa pass it up, keep it coming 'til I'm stuffed And I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone And I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone Give me your Shawty in my lap, we twirk it, make it clap Then drop this to the floor get back up and throw it back And I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone And I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone She got hip she got ass, she got eye she got face She got lips she got 'fuck me' in her eyes Now she got so many buns She lick just like a teller She say tell me when to stop but I don't ever tell 'er 'Cause fucked up when it's drink I can't even think All she see is money she can't even blink All I see is switches and my nigga pimping Now I'm seein' double but I'm still sleepin aah I'm on and I'm pullin' tron Coffin on that stone got me feeling like I'm grown Maybe too young to be just done I don't care but it's too fun And tonight I'm gonna get some So I'm headin' down Pour some liquor in my cup, shake it stir it up Pa pa pass it up, keep it coming 'til I'm stuffed And I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone And I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone Give me your Shawty in my lap, we twirk it, make it clap Then drop this to the floor get back up and throw it back And I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone And I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone Champagne show how to campaign Four whips in the air lane Swatch it nigga hold that night I ain't talkin unless you want a nigga last name Pimps on the body, we can keep the cup Let's lie to the crib, I wanna beat it up The pen hot feel right Heard this shit, know I gotta beef it up And I'm gonna have to admit I'm gone Always hopin' that you grown Baby show me that thong Shawty takin' this to the to sell for the cash she slagged out on that call She slide down that pole, though I saw all these hoes Damn that ass hittin' on smoke Never see nothin' like it's but fo' What it gonna take for you to go? Want to smoke the L2O Teen magazine the way she pose Remember when she drop it down real low To be discreet, nigga that fold Got a nigga throwin' her only cash The fast pussy they go Pour some liquor in my cup, shake it stir it up Pa pa pass it up, keep it coming 'til I'm stuffed And I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone And I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone Give me your Shawty in my lap, we twirk it, make it clap Then drop this to the floor get back up and throw it back And I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone And I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone Pour some liquor in my cup, shake it stir it up Pa pa pass it up, keep it coming 'til I'm stuffed And I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone And I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone Give me your Shawty in my lap, we twirk it, make it clap Then drop this to the floor get back up and throw it back And I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone And I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone

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