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JUVENILE lyrics - Cocky & Confident

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[Intro/Chorus] Ain't no nigga like a big dog nigga cause a big dog nigga don't quit (I'm on my shit!) I done told y'all I'ma get rich, y'all shiny but it ain't like this (Take pictures of me) Back back nigga, that's back back nigga That's back back nigga, that's Juve (take pictures of me) Back back nigga, that's back back nigga That's back back nigga, that's Juve I like to buy bling, look and I pay for it I'ma boss, what I look like on the scene for it? I be whylin, I get violent Then let Nile in and brought a new style in I put them hats on, and crease stylin And what'chu think that y'all could play me like a violin? I got a silent hood thang with some big hips I call her Lockjaw, she got zipped lips You know somebody like me and show him no sympathy I'm a soldier ya heard me? First infantry Cower back into the streets, nigga been a G Orange drank like that bottle came from Tennessee I couldn't do it at all, but I'm able today to make it rain on a girl like April and May So get your cell phone poppin wit'cha camcorders I got my gloves on, lookin like the champ holder [Chorus] Black Gucci scarf, packin gray Gucci boots I be truckin, knock the glide out the Coupe in 2 You think eleven long wodie now how stupid you? I do what men do and you do what the stupid do I got talents, a great balance Wit'cha daughter out to prove it ain't even a challenge You messin up and I'm stickin to the standards Get out the way and let a nigga manhandle it I get straight to it, that's how a ape do it I was sleepin but the [?] and now it's late to it I don't be carryin cash, I got a safe for it I keep the credit cards open, nigga late to it [Chorus] I do it Tiger Woods style and get chaffeured I'm on the golf course talkin to endorsers They try to buy your boy out but I'ma pass that At first I wasn't gettin enough now I'ma add that I could go in to win, I don't need security We gotta beef, I'ma handle it mature-ly I be like "Who is you?" They be like "Who is he?" I tell 'em nah and the smile is for you a G I know you really would if you thought you really could I'm just waitin to see which one of y'all gon' really do it You know I keep the 45 like concerts You say you get it like me, you're talkin nonsense! [Chorus - 2X]

Bitches Aint Shit

Lil' Jon
Intro: Lil' Jon and the East side Boyz] Yeah, Yeah... LiL' Jon and the east side boyz (thats right bitch) Suga free (suga free) Bad boy snoop dogg, oobie wassup girl And this nigga right here Sing it to them nate dogg (hey) (sing it man) [verse 1: nate dogg] Back in the days i use to like bitches (uhh) But i tell you now days bitches aint shit (tell 'em) And if you wonder why i say this (yeah,yeah) I've had a lot of women and bitches think they slick (shoopbop ??) Sneakin' around fuckin' around whenever were not around (always) Actin' all sophisticated spending money that she didnt make (oh,ya) I get so mad that i could slap her actin like she cleopatra (ya,ya,hey) Aint no need to ask shes a slave to tha money and im the master [hook: nate dogg] Thats why i smoke sunday monday tuesday wednesday thursday friday saturday Dont let no girl no bitch (hey) no man no nigga get in my way I keep my gun with me (always) for peace i keep it right by my side (05 bitch) Big nate long beach (wont keep?) lil' jon ?? so come on lets ride [verse 2: lil' jon] Whats up with these tryin'to play a nigga ?? hoes straight stay a nigga No more dick in yo pussy just stick with your throat You aint gon get no child support Playing a nigga like you were one to know that But i love yo gurls, naw i was just playing You say you love me if i was just playing Why i gotta be likr that, why must i chase the cat Or really why must i chase the rat Nigga fucking bitches how bout that Wont you buy me a drink (bitch hell naw) Let me hit yo thang?(bitch hell naw) Wont you take me to yo crib(bitch hell naw) Lets go to the mall(bitch hell naw) [hook] [east side boyz] Stop. SHYEAH. take a left. SLAM. Pimped out. shyeah. take a left. SLAM. Stop. SHYEAH. take a left. SLAM Pimped out. SHYEAH. take a left. SLAM. [verse 3: suga free] Now dont get me started And never say what you wanna do Cause your just a recess pieces to get turned out too Now i can get that man back But how you gonna sue me child support When you aint sat down and wrote me a rap See you cant?? Uh oh suga free the last dinosaur from caveman (she'll center) i toast? to this So she can check the track, i toast? to that You can catch him on the dance floor, i toss to this And you know she aint got no panties, i toss to that Gooshie-gooshie-moshie-mooshie-push me-push me I can tell by the way she dance shes got a nice pussy [hook] [verse 4: snoop dogg] Yeah, let me get a glass of that Puff puff pass it back Doggy dogg with a classic rap, blazing sacks back-to-back Imagine that Im tryibg to holla at shiniqua Champagne for me and my peopa VIP'ing, LBC'ing, DPG's, they'll be G's Until the end of time, and will continue to shine My games gettin' bigger, its a wrap. chuuch my nigga [oobie] Let me tell ya about a bitch Bitches are?? Bitches dont give a shit All a bitch want is a victim of?? You aint get no loyalty Cause a bitch gon always be They love it when you fuck 'em They love it when you leave? em Better yet when you mistreat her For the bitch, nigga you dont need em You bitches, aint getting shit ?? [outro: lil' jon] (hey hey) there you have ladies and gentlemen (there you have it) Our desdription (uh uh) Of how these bitches be actin' this Motherfucka that cant be All i gotta say is keep oit pimpin' pimpin' (keep it pimpin' pimpin') And i dont trust these motherfuckin' hoes (oh oh)

Superb**ch

JT Money "Blood Sweat and Years"
[Verse 1] She's a hustler, get it off the muscler, raw motherfucker Other hoes can't touch her Fly bitch, do or die bitch, my bitch don't play, baby Doin' every damn thing for J, baby And she luv to see a nigga on top Even though she know there's other bitches wantin' the spot But they can't fuck wit Slim, cuz baby be the real Got nerves of steel, feds can't make her squeal She's a freak in bed, love gettin' head Keep a nigga welfare wit plenty of bread Call her Superbitch, love nice shit All the high price shit, the golden ice shit Wit the game to mack, no strings attached Type of bitch only rich niggas dream they had All the money that she make, it be comin' to me And that's the version of the ideal woman to me Oh, you don't know? [Chorus] She's a Superbitch, a Superho 'Bout chasin' flow, and always good to go She's a Superbitch, a Superho 'Bout chasin' flow, and always good to go I say, now where J's babies at (Hey) Huh? Where my hustlin' ladies at (Right here) Huh? And if you freaks start makin' stacks (You know it) Huh? You a female mack, You a (I'm a female mack) That's right [Verse 2] She's a hood thang wit some good thangs Good looks and brains, bout makin' some change Talkin' fine as fuck, for all eyes to see Might blow a lil' weed and be on the grind like me And the next for the playa, but I know ho's shit Cuz that's slowin' down the money that she can go get She's a polite assassin, always classy Exotic, erotic, far beyond trashy Female rider, keep the heat inside Down with gangsta shit and my getaway driver She is J's baby, number one lady Luv the way she play me and drive these niggas crazy She's a ??? Swiss, and I'm her pimp Know how to work these hoes and how to break these ??? All the money that she make, be comin' to me And that's the version of the ideal woman to me Oh, you don't know? [Chorus] [Verse 3] Who dat chick? Down to do that shit A Superbitch, I ride wit a crew that's sick Shorty keep it off the chains, I don't fuck wit lames If I'm pushin' my nigga whip, better send my name I'm the one wit the keys to the cribs and the cars So I ain't worried at all bout y'all other broads Shit, a nigga gon' flirt, for whatever it's worth You the fool if you twerk and let him get in your skirt But until he done testified up in the court session And answered every question wit not to my recollection Now shorty gettin' steppin', a Superbitch don't snitch If you insist, I show you how real it can get Shit, I ride for my nigga, grab the heat and aim Do time for my nigga, won't speak a name You don't know another chick can keep it realer than this Man, all y'all niggas gotta feel me on this Cuz I'm... [Chorus] [repeat until fade]

Happy Thoughts

MICK JENKINS "FreeNation Presents, The Pursuit of HappyNess. The Story of MickalasCage. fool..."
[Yawns] We're gonna do something a little different here for ya folks Free... [Clears throat, sniffles] It's gonna be really groovy, man Marijuana rollin' Keep them bottles comin', models comin' Take a seat, be fake with me cause they know I got dollas comin' This is what it takes to be happy? Please... Don't let them bleed yo' mind My nigga just free yo' mind I hope you can see it nigga, been prayin' for peace/piece of mind Chiefin' on leafy greens and thinkin' just like LeBron The 4th quarter's up on us, I'm hopin' we finish strong Prop and Chris do too much I'm just hopin' we finish song Niggas be smokin' with' us and hopin' to finish bongs The quotes is what's really potent, the focus is on what's wrong The message is in yo' mind, I'm hopin' you sing along I know you gone listen close, I just hope that you see the prob Marijuana rollin' Keep them bottles comin', models comin' Take a seat, be fake with me cause they know I got dollas comin' This is what it takes to be happy? Please... Don't let them bleed yo' mind My nigga just free yo' mind I hope you can see it nigga, been prayin' for peace/piece of mind Still feelin' peachy kings save this peach drink, they be divine Calypso it be the bomb, tell 'em about it Mick HappyNess is for the free, you can tell 'em about the clique How we tell 'em about our hearts, or we tell 'em about a brick Gotta break it down for these niggas then sell it out on the strip Off the strength We isn't whack And they feelin' a couple tracks And I'm movin' like Nicky Bond so I'm flipin' a couple packs, of this brick Music you hearin' I'm chillin' with all my niggas New Amsterdam in my Sprite I'm happy without that life A master plan in my sights Keep it tight When I right, fool And keep that Marijuana rollin' Keep them bottles comin', models comin' Take a seat, be fake with me cause they know I got dollas comin' This is what it takes to be happy? Please... Don't let them bleed yo' mind My nigga just free yo' mind I hope you can see it nigga, been prayin' for peace/piece of mind Free I told you it was gonna be groovy man

Opposite Of H2o

Drag-on "Opposite Of H20"
[Verse 1] Yo this nigga Drag-On burn niggas, flame niggas, potch niggas Sautee niggas, skin scorch niggas You could be any complexion, black, caucasian We spit razors in kiloid faces Like ear to ear, eye to eye, lights out Cross the throat, couldn't say you gave her mouth to mouth Better keep your teeth togehther cuz when we put our heat togehther We tie em up with they vest and hit em up all in they chest We stack ones, trick on bitches, fuckin bitches Leavin bitches, don't have no problem buckin bitches I kill a chick steal from my crib Right in front of her child, with no feel for the kid Gon kill that bitch Not now, but right now, go 'head nigga, do it! Blau! All up in her nightgown Feed the crib, Fed description, kid wit no meat on his rib But keep the heat by it, so when y'all creep keep quiet HOOK: Jadakiss You can stand the fuck up if you fire your gun nigga But sit the fuck down you aint firin one nigga Yeah we set fire in cribs, and fire in whips Y'all niggas use the fire when you cookin your bricks Other niggas use the fire when they lightin they spliff I want my tires on fire when I'm pushin a whip I put my block on fire with the product I sell It's the Opposite of H2O, hotter than hell [Verse 2] While y'all niggas pop the Mo', I inhale smoke out the optimo Choke, hydro til it's time to go Cheeba my smoke, I plays ping pong If y'all hooked on phonics, that mean here's ten buy your own chronic We buy cars, 4, dot after it, get gas in it Go fasten it, then crash in it Me and Jadakiss, truck kiddin with the chip Burnin up and make em..., sorry officers I only got my permit To the fake cats, who shank niggas, break bats Stay 'woke, cuz make hats, take naps Put him to sleep faster than a needle I come with four niggas stuffed in the beetle With some bats and beat you You a bad bitch I had to meet you, had to pop it Bounce, before I fuck broads I unlock it And back to the block to check the spot quick We snatch niggas reups and hit em for they bodies Tell em keep the profits HOOK [Verse 3] Yo, first it's Drag, dash, On Then it's the cash, fuck it all I've been in cabs Not alone, but with the mask, with the heat Drop me on 42nd street, quickly With the crackers, tell em pack it, out they pockets Hurry up, all this walkin around I'm gonna stop it This gun I'm gonna pop it Cuz at this time 12 pm my gun is all you might be seein If you sight seein You might be in, a hearse, then casket, then church Then you aten(eaten) by the maggots Fuck you hatin bastards It's over for y'all niggas once Drag take his mask then Y'all know it's straight platinum Earth, wind, water, the 4th yo, is the Opposite of H2O That's one of the elements I use to melt the mic Ryde or Die, well we gon Ruff Ryde and keep the family tight HOOK

They Be On It

JAY ROCK "Follow Me Home"
[Chorus - Kendrick Lamar:] I keep them big ol 26’s on deck, stock 'lac gotta fresh paint pussy juice wet And the bitches they be on it Oh, man they be so on it Whoa whoa I got a fast car, Nascar Yes 2 seater, stick shift, Like some turbo jets And the bitches they be on it Oh man, they be so on it, oh [Verse 1 - Jay Rock:] I pull up on them hoes, Roll my windows down Let my music out, 4 15's shake the ground Smoking on that medical Sipping on some medicine Top dawg letterman She wanna ride I let her in She sexy than a motherfucker Plus she brought her best friend I guess thats a 2 for 1 party at the West end 5 star suites, bottles everywhere Wanna fuck a star on the moon, I could take you there, bitch I got a swagger of Mick Jagger, If you want her, you can have her I done had her, we done had her They be shootin at my ladder Cause I’m standing on a pedestal She gon give me good head Just kuz I’m ahead of you Jay Rock flyer than Hancock no shit I’m a king, fuck a prince I don’t know no Will Smith I don’t owe you niggaz shit I’m a self-made nigga Ain’t that’s why your bitch let me fuk on her for days nigga! [Chorus - Kendrick Lamar:] I keep them big ol 26’s on deck, stock 'lac gotta fresh paint pussy juice wet And the bitches they be on it Oh, man they be so on it Whoa whoa I got a fast car, Nascar Yes 2 seater, stick shift, Like some turbo jets And the bitches they be on it Oh man, they be so on it, oh [Verse 2 - Jay Rock:] Catch me in that fast lane, burners like I’m Max Payne married to that money bitch, women want my last name they be on my bumper mayne, screamin out OMG! O I B PIMP 2 P-A-C thats M.O.B, him or me? you choose I ain’t gotta do too much, I just lay back smoke my weed and turn my bottle up candy paint, leather guts, slide thru like an avalanche We don’t ride no Avalanche, so high I might never land trips to never-never land, smokin on Afghanistan a.k.a that kush nigga, I’m on Heaven’s roof nigga Big dawg I go WOOF nigga, don’t make me let my goonz loose Choppaz make you shit ya pants, thought you drunk some prune juice swear that I’m immune to, stuntin hard, gettin paypa, ownin land, buyin acres thats the reason why they hate us, I don’t give a fuk middle finger out the windooo, Beamer Benz or Bentley Ferrari sorry we Enzoooo [Chorus - Kendrick Lamar:] I keep them big ol 26’s on deck, stock 'lac gotta fresh paint pussy juice wet And the bitches they be on it Oh, man they be so on it Whoa whoa I got a fast car, Nascar Yes 2 seater, stick shift, Like some turbo jets And the bitches they be on it Oh man, they be so on it, oh [Verse 3:] 187 I’m killin em when I’m whippin it, touch a corner its a murder whipe my fingerprints I thot I tol yall, used to have them packs in a black To-Yota, Macs by my scro-tum Now its matchbox hot wheels when I roll up always online stay connected like a modem he tryna snap a pickcha, she bout to snap her neck a real Blood pull up in a cherry cherry X 400 Horses, hollywood park it chevy kinda awkward interior green and coffee I shake them haterz off me, as if I had fleas Im’a Top Dawg, rare breed, shoutout to Rare Breed they keep them hogs runnin, and my garage is like the show I keep them cars comin you hear my name hummin in the streets, buzz big Got ya bitch eye's rollin like my rims is! [Chorus - Kendrick Lamar:] I keep them big ol 26’s on deck, stock 'lac gotta fresh paint pussy juice wet And the bitches they be on it Oh, man they be so on it Whoa whoa I got a fast car, Nascar Yes 2 seater, stick shift, Like some turbo jets And the bitches they be on it Oh man, they be so on it, oh

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