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JUVENILE lyrics - Rejuvenation

Got It Like That

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When I go to the mall I be dropping them sticks 'Cause I know one thing, I'm a get it right back 'Cause I got it like that, got it, got it like that 'Cause I got it like that, got it, got it like that When I see you, bro, you better hold it back 'Cause she never see a swagger like that 'Cause I got it like that, got it, got it like that 'Cause I got it like that, got it, got it like that. You bitches got badge, see Nicky Minaj Yeah, fuck the massage, I want a ménage I got young money, I got all money I could invest in her to beat the hoes for me I'm watching you watch me, I study your step Big in your smile, loving your hair Your swagga, your talk, just the way that you walk That must have been thought, I consider it odd You find it wine at the top of a dime I got footprints on my face, 'cause you run through my mind You're one of a kind, you get better with time You're calling my line? You better be lying. When I go to the mall I be dropping them sticks 'Cause I know one thing, I'm a get it right back 'Cause I got it like that, got it, got it like that 'Cause I got it like that, got it, got it like that When I see you, bro, you better hold it back 'Cause she never see a swagger like that 'Cause I got it like that, got it, got it like that 'Cause I got it like that, got it, got it like that. Stuck in the mall, spending your life Better watch what you say, I be spending your wife I fall out of control, I be living the life What you make it a day I got triple or twice Just early this morning couple sips on bad I ain't worry about nothing, I'm gonna get it right back I go ham what they day, make the killer no smack Give me less than six months, make the killer know that Six o clock in the morning fitting kay on a track Twelve o clock in the evening, pop it out with the band Twelve o clock in the air and I'm in the club with the rats Politicking with models, everything is all wild. When I go to the mall I be dropping them sticks 'Cause I know one thing, I'm a get it right back 'Cause I got it like that, got it, got it like that 'Cause I got it like that, got it, got it like that When I see you, bro, you better hold it back 'Cause she never see a swagger like that 'Cause I got it like that, got it, got it like that 'Cause I got it like that, got it, got it like that. I'm chilling today, I'm back at it tomorrow Make more money than you, I'll put that on my card Spend my day in the stores, drink my night in the bars Live my money in minutes from I know the beyond Hold on type to you bro, 'cause you're feeling my vibe She feeling my swag, I tell my vision to eyes All these bottles of Rose, all the jewelery ice She like what she's looking and she wanna see what it's like. She admire the struggle, pum pot and live what it is Fifty thousand for trips, two hundred thousand for whips I don't cry up for money, my time is told all the risk On a beach in Miami, what's up I say to my crib. When I go to the mall I be dropping them sticks 'Cause I know one thing, I'm a get it right back 'Cause I got it like that, got it, got it like that 'Cause I got it like that, got it, got it like that When I see you, bro, you better hold it back 'Cause she never see a swagger like that 'Cause I got it like that, got it, got it like that 'Cause I got it like that, got it, got it like that.

Farmers

LL COOL J "G.O.A.T. (Greatest Of All Time)"
(feat. Tikki Diamondz) [LL (Tikki)] (Right now) I'm bout to show you how it's done, you can (Shut down) Yo, my uzi weights a ton, you can (Beat down) And you can pump it in your system till it (Blow out) Whatever dog, no doubt, I'm bout to (Smack up) Anybody who front like he (Hardcore) Don't he know I stay raw This is (LL) Competetion, they fell because I (Do this) Bringing drama and truth cuz I don't (Play that) And I be reepin up cash since (Way back) Put your honey on my lap and make her (Heat up) Got her beggin me to beat it up (Raw dog) Throw your wacky on the floor, straight (Kill that) Have her garglin nuts until I (Spill that) You better play like En Vogue and (Hold on) You wanna battle Set it off baby (Come on) Come one, Come on, Come on [Hook] (F) because my flavor's the best (A) I get my hustle off all day (R) Reck my block, knee all far (M) I gotta hold it down wit my man (E) Big up to my nigga E Love (R) Keep the ill rims on the car (S) I repped it, what more can I say, son Farmers (What) Farmers (What) (Murder) Little niggas gettin money on the (Hot block) He got the chrome shit spinnin up on (Linden) Look at the ice and leather, the way it (Blendin) Pass the spit hot Linden from here to (Mary) You think you hot, Cool Jane Ever (Here it) And when it comes to this I'm not a (Soldier) I'm a General crack King (I told ya) I proved I'm the greatest rapper, nigga (What now) Tell your man step up, then watch he (Go down) Game one, do or die like (Bedside) Nobody even comin close, nigga (Why try) From the Bronx to Shaolin to (Uptown) Like Buckshot said nigga (Duck down) You better play like En Vogue and (Hold on) You know I'm goin out nigga (Come on) Come on, Come one, Come on [Hook] Na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na (No doubt) I'll take your block and air it out, stay (Ice out) Me and my man, Little Sharp in the (Double R) Whole block, lined up wit all the (Hot cars) Nigga, never be afraid you gotta (Get paid) No matter what I do, I keep it (Sexy) Me and my team spendin cream on the (Club scene) On Performance Boulevard out in (Killa Queens) This joint knocked in the tunnel bout (One o'clock) They like them raw, not the watered down (Hip Hop) The broad money and alah zay it (Don't Stop) Niggas stumblin and fallin off a (Head Ride) When I'm goin to Bedshaw (Remember me) I'm the greast Em Cee there could (Ever be) You better call Def Jam, and tell 'em (Hold on) Cuz another major label told me (Come on) Come on, Come on, Come on [Hook]

Letter To Obama

JOELL ORTIZ
[Joell Ortiz:] Yaa Waa, What's up future president my name is Joell Ortiz And I'm the voice of the underdogs in the hood so I wanted to write this letter to you, to see what u thought [Joell Ortiz:] Dear future president I grew up with no brothers and sisters And my moms was on public assistance And her husband was missing She developed this disguisting addiction that had her on Some of the ugliest missions So she missed some appointments She was supposed to keep my coverage consistant I was a chronic asthmatic Huffin, puffin and whistling Can't get a breath, I wished for death It hurt my chest when I coughed Ooh yeah, I'm from the projects of New York We love baketball But last summer my boy got left on the court Some kid reached next to his shorts and put some lead in his thoughts And the murder's moms, she jetted from court Her only son had 18 years in the street he livin the rest up north My other homie sellin crack, he always tell me it's wack Everyday he filling out apps but they don't call him back Backround check spotted his felony, but that aighnt fair You make a mistake, you can't fix it man this world don't care That's how he feel and he got bills so he movin them krills Livin life over his shoulder, boys in blue on his heels His little sister, man she grown, she done threw on dem heels Exotic dancing on a pole look what she do for a bill Took one of them little boys backstage persuing a thrill Caught that thing now everyday she wake up doing them pills I get mad when I see what other artists do with a mil With a couple g's I bought my p's a few computers for real Ya'll done forgot where ya came from, have you no honor? Only thing that change do is causing you more drama Here's a couple wise words from the dude that go Yaa Waa It's time for a change and that change is Obama Dear future president I hope you heard this letter and do some things to make sure the next one I'm writing is better Peace! [Dante Hawkins:] It's been a story of survival Poverty and sorrow And the question is; Can you hold on till tomorrow (can you hold on) And when tomorrow comes won't it be much better? So Mr. Future President please open up this letter

Tha Come Up

PETEY PABLO "Intro"
from All About the Benjamins soundtrack [Petey Pablo] Getcha money, it's tha come up Nada nada, get the whole thing Do it big.. yeaaaaaaaaaaaa [Petey Pablo] Time is tickin', with a hole in the hourglass Startin' guns, been five And I ain't tryin to come in last Ain't no need for me to be upset And ain't no need for you to be mad If a man got his own pad And whether he want forty-karat He gonna have to do that there, prove yourself The greed words, you had that there What a dream, he would always had And it ain't right, but that's the way it is In this life, you don't get to deal You can climb to the roulette wheel I want something I can leave my kids The memories of what they wish their daddy had did If I could leave them all a couple of mill And show em how this cruel world can really get the best of a nigga I'd show em life through the eyes of a demon The only thing that matters is the root of all evil [Chorus-Sunshine Anderson (Petey Pablo)] Getcha money made (getcha meoney), it's tha come up (it's tha come up) Not a little bit (nada nada), get the whole thing (get the whole thing) Gotta do it big (do it big), to sum it up (yeeaaaaaaa) We just wanted it, tha come up [This time through added libs by Sunshine Anderson] Getcha money made (getcha meoney), it's tha come up (it's tha come up) Not a little bit (nada nada), get the whole thing (get the whole thing) Gotta do it big (do it big), to sum it up (yeeaaaaaaa) We just wanted it, tha come up [Petey Pablo] I aint got time to be bothered with ya'll I got a hundred problems and there's only one way I'm gonna solve em I'm gonna have to get my grind on Hustlin' and using my muscle tryin to bring the prize home I ain't the only nigga with issues and I know that But I ain't concerned with nobody's issues by mine Jack I invented jail, invited(??) em back Hell, I'm still in that The only thing left now is six feet of cold black Flower bringin' and church singin' In a grave stiffed up and stankin' And you can tell that I've been thinkin' can't cha(can't cha) Now maybe you can understand my anger And while I'm still out there candy slangin' And while I'm out there, chasin' them banks And why I gotta smoke a pound of dank You never know when your day gonna be your last day Better get this money when it should've been made (maaade) [Chorus] [Petey Pablo] I'm sorry it had to come to this (to this) I know I'm really disrespecting your family members That really love to care It ain't ya'll, cause ya'll know me better than this I guess it's just the way that I'm is And maybe I'm a deadbeat kid Maybe I really don't deserve to live Maybe they should have gave me life in prison Only takin' what they give me Cause out here, I'm stuck in menace Cause out here, I'm a threat to niggas I'm like smokin' and pumpin' gas Light the fire loose to the filter (whew) You don't feel the vibe we givin' Cause if you'd did, you'd done been the hell up You'd done been stickin' ahead of your business You'd of been, shittin' embarrassed to hit me You'd of been, sent them boys to get me Nah ah ah And I don't repent cause I ain't that nigga And anything I done, I meant it (you meant it, you meant it) [Chorus] 2X [Sunshine Anderson] Getch yo money made Getch yo money made

Shiraz

ACTION BRONSON "Dr. Lecter"
We've been the best since I stepped in Bring a hooker to the muthafuckin Jets Inn In the sack, break her back like a Redskin Need the dough like I'm trying to get the bread thin Tree to make the head spin Every season play the corner like I'm Revis Light Caesar, heavy bearded like I'm Jesus New York City, Queens borough be the backdrop I bring it back to all the benches, need a blacktop Big things, see me moving like a Sasquatch Money, I'm in pursuit, cuchillo inside the boot Bitches are on display, give brain Inside the coupe. Shift gears, that's with the left Which means I'm on the right, get paid By any means, you hold it, say goodnight kid Two fingers hold the potion when I'm smoking Slow motion, snatch a snapper out the ocean In my lungs go the drugs like the red chief Red leaf lettuce blood money on the bench seat 12 courses laid up on the long table Aged wine got me spinning like a dreidel For fly women use a condom cause it's fatal Hazel eyed bitched always blazing up the basil The red razor cut the features in your facial Creep in Corona, bumping Fernando Villalona Puffing cheeba in the street by the chimi corner Tu ne tappa me, muthafuckas are sloppy Captain of the rap, you talking to papi Up in Niagara Falls, make your wifey suck a Bag of balls, it's sick, just like a Magic cough Same person on camera or when the muthafuckin' camera off Hash straight from the desert, can knock A camel off, Sheep straight out of school Let the hammers off. Off the boat shit Whole cliques roll thick, no shit Piss drunk and they smoke sticks Not a word of English but They hold the four-fifths FILA jumpsuit, sandals, the whole shit Young kids walking around, got the Desi in hand Going "Boom Shakalaka!" like it's NBA Jam Never speak to fuzz Tap out the reefer, show him how To use his sneakers, cuz Roasted peppers, sweet tomatoes, heirloom We on the beach, fresh Ceviche We in Cancun, fly girly curly Hair is getting read through We in the shower give me head: shampoo Swimming trunk, shoe accentuate the ankle Eyes blue, put the children's money in the Banco Giuseppe Franco, take the cash and tango I'm straight stoned -sly, thank you Bye, peace, one, fuck you

Again

JME "Integrity>"
[Intro:] They've got me on the road again They've got me on the road again They've got me on the road again They've got me on the road, road, road, road, road Rode again They've got me on the road again They've got me on the road again They've got me on the road again [Verse 1 - Jme:] Fake Gs In their fake jeans Can't even pull off ACs About they wanna rob MCs Tense Can't rob Jme, hence Thinking about investing in the wrong things When my cheque-payers like Tempz I don't need a chain or champs I don't need no fame or paps On road Everyone's rating man like iPhone apps Fam, I don't owe you jack My album goes hard like old Blu-Tack You're the type of guy to start an argument Then ask man to hold you back You see dem man there? [Hook:] They've got me on the road again They've got me on the road again They've got me on the road again They've got me on the road again [Verse 2 - D Double E:] I'm on the road again On road looking for my foes again Man try step on my toes again Cause he thinks that he's big and bold again Gonna make a man jump like toad again Unleash and reload again Ammunition, I've got a load of them If it's me that you think you're colder than We'll see, when they get a hold of them Your crew better get a hold of them My dogs, they guard me like Doberman When I let em off the leash, they go for them What about now? Got a screw loose Normally I've got my head screwed on in life Manaman tryna move on But look what these dickheads have got me on [Hook] [Verse 3 - Jme:] You think you're real Fam, I'm real too And that's the reason behind your hate Cause I'm a successful yout Trust me, pain I know how it feels What'd you think made me get off my arse And do what man can't even do with a deal? Man used to have limited money Now I've got Boy Better Know Limited money Yeah, self-employment Wealth enjoyment And I'm tryna enjoy it But you're getting me annoyed So anyone that's dissed my mum Suck your dead great gran through your dad's batty crease, rudeboy [Hook]

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