JUVENILE lyrics - Rejuvenation

I'm Yo People

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What's good? I'm yo people I got money, can a nigga get a beef show Lean it over, let me hit you with the deep stroke Line it up like you tryin get a free throw. Yeah, I like that, yeah, I like that Yeah, I like that, stay right there, I'll be right back. I hope you like church, 'cause I'm about mine Check my time, bitch, it's about time Pop pop pop the party, that's my girl (Your girl?) mad know your shawty And we pok-pok-poker all night We fuck so much, that I miss my flight (damn) Ask what, she know what, to do me She bent that ass over and she shake that booty Shake that ass, it's so deceptive Is it fake? Is it real? Let me run some testes (let me test) Girl, work that, you're the best at What a collection play, you got my blessings. What's good? I'm yo people I got money, can a nigga get a beef show Lean it over, let me hit you with the deep stroke Line it up like you tryin get a free throw. Yeah, I like that, yeah, I like that Yeah, I like that, stay right there, I'll be right back. Mother juvenile just had to put it on me She work it like a Mexican and tag it like the homie Bust that pussy open, let a real nigga get on it I remember back in highschool, everybody wanted To be that young nigga with the flat top Because I cared for a bad hoe with a fat twin. And she got some bad ass friends that we met high And when I bust that road and make that ass drop. Now I lay down for a nigga, you know how to do it Someone's flow is controlled by the music Every time the beat goes bang they bang The hoes they get loose and they get down, they get down. What's good? I'm yo people I got money, can a nigga get a beef show Lean it over, let me hit you with the deep stroke Line it up like you tryin get a free throw. Yeah, I like that, yeah, I like that Yeah, I like that, stay right there, I'll be right back. With a fucker tell the night's on, the light's on Like to spin it like a cyclone on vitons While your penis is quite long, is like stone Turn a need and the mic on, you might won Tear that other niggas balls down I was working hard across town I'm back, had it like my old job, with no proud Whilst you twist me like a donut, with no slob Listen up enough to talk back Bitches trying to get you off track They're just jealous 'cause you're all that You know they better push the walls back As how you're liking it. What's good? I'm yo people I got money, can a nigga get a beef show Lean it over, let me hit you with the deep stroke Line it up like you tryin get a free throw. Yeah, I like that, yeah, I like that Yeah, I like that, stay right there, I'll be right back.

Hard Like A Criminal

Das EFX
(People people people people people people people people) Verse 1: Dray Skoob Shippity bop well hot diggity where's the iggity? The bum siggity Niggas wanna know but check the flow my little trickity I'm comin with the Books so kid it looks like it's a winner Ya better get'cha plate because I'm servin raps for dinner See I freak it from the sewer plus I'm quick to do ya posse I'm swoopin on the note just like I was a kamikaze See they thought I lost my spot so they went and got real comfy So now I gotta hit me hard and bogart like Humphrey Ya hypocrite, I'm rippin it because I'm flyer Ya phony, full of bologne like Oscar Meyer See I attack a pack of rappers just for practice I bust my tactics, I'm sharper than a f----- axe-iss (Set it off!) One two (Set it off!) Yeah it's the Books in reverse, the next cap sendin a big-up to my borough I'm thorough, wetter than a ghetto from Medini-Bop Takin lessons, swayin niggas on graffitti Rockin other slang ranger, bring a banger ???? occasion My nerves is achin, see I'm sick of niggas perpetratin But can't see this, I'm screamin on they records like Beavis or Butthead, I bust heads like Amy Fisher isser, blisser, hit you like an accident and if I'm in your town you might meet me at the Radisson or splatterin, batterin crews for lip chatterin It ain't nuttin new, that's how we do, my crew is back again Chorus: Bak 'n' affek, how's that? (People people people people) *repeat x3* Verse 2: Dray, Skoob Well here I go again, so dig the flow again, try not to bite a bigger nigga with my left and then I flick em with my right I'm outta sight, look how I do it, ya blew it if you missed a nigga on the microphone cos I can roll a sister Word is bond, I'm on some nuke ----, new ---- like this Grab a piece of steel and shoot the giff like Chris Cringle, lost my jingle, don't it make ya shiver Give a nigga what he needs so he can bleed when I deliver Aah microphone check, what the heck? I do that then because I used to catch a wreck wit it, that's the time I hot talk, spit it For Christ's sake I'm in to hit the brakes and you're skiddin You ---- in, messiah did it, but y'all can keep that Cos now I'm on some other type of flow and best believe that And all that, small cat, my format - deranged Honey I'm back to run things cos some things is never changed, punk! So if you're drunk, I freak the funk until you're sober but still be gettin chills when niggas know that winter's over Kickin the flam yo it's the man, tick tock, I jam like gridlock My style is fender bendin sendin rappers to the pitstop Good lord o' mercy, hit reversy if you missed it and busboy give the speech cos like a preacher, baby I'm twisted Kid I swing a dome-buster light, bone crush a *?smith?* Bust up your lips then puff up a spliff So yo, who be dat? Dat wanna do me like this to get booby trapped jack, cos my crew be strapped fat like dat Chorus Bust a flavor Word up uh, yeah, uh, yeah Check it out

Baknaffek

Das EFX "Straight Up Sewaside"
(People people people people people people people people) Verse 1: Dray, Skoob Shippity bop, well hot diggity, where's the iggity? The bum siggity Niggas wanna know but check the flow my little trickity I'm comin with the Books so kid, it looks like it's a winner Ya better get'cha plate because I'm servin raps for dinner See I freak it from the sewer plus I'm quick to do ya posse I'm swoopin on the note just like I was a kamikaze See they thought I lost my spot so they went and got real comfy So now I gotta hit me hard and bogart like Humphrey Ya hypocrite, I'm rippin it because I'm flyer Ya phony, full of bologne like Oscar Meyer See I attack a pack of rappers just for practice I bust my tactics, I'm sharper than a f----- axe-iss (Set it off!) One two (Set it off!) Yeah it's the Books in reverse, the next cap sendin a big-up to my borough I'm thorough, wetter than a ghetto from Medini-Bop Takin lessons, swayin niggas on graffitti Rockin other slang ranger, bring a banger ???? occasion My nerves is achin, see I'm sick of niggas perpetratin But can't see this, I'm screamin on they records like Beavis or Butthead, I bust heads like Amy Fisher isser, blisser, hit you like an accident and if I'm in your town you might meet me at the Radisson or splatterin, batterin crews for lip chatterin It ain't nuttin new, that's how we do, my crew is back again Chorus: Bak 'n' affek, how's that? (People people people people) *repeat x3* Verse 2: Dray, Skoob Well here I go again, so dig the flow again, try not to bite a bigger nigga with my left and then I flick em with my right I'm outta sight, look how I do it, ya blew it if you missed a nigga on the microphone cos I can roll a sister Word is bond, I'm on some nuke ----, new ---- like this Grab a piece of steel and shoot the giff like Chris Cringle, lost my jingle, don't it make ya shiver Give a nigga what he needs so he can bleed when I deliver Aah microphone check, what the heck? I do that then because I used to catch a wreck wit it, that's the time I hot talk, spit it For Christ's sake I made you hit the brakes and you're skiddin You ---- in, messiah did it, but y'all can keep that Cos now I'm on some other type of flow and best believe that And all that, small cat, my format - deranged Honey I'm back to run things cos some things is never changed, punk! So if you're drunk, I freak the funk until you're sober but still be gettin chills when niggas know that winter's over Kickin the flam yo it's the man, tick tock, I jam like gridlock My style is fender bendin sendin rappers to the pitstop Good lord o' mercy, hit reversy if you missed it and busboy give the speech cos like a preacher, baby I'm twisted Kid I swing a dome-buster light, bone crush a *?smith?* Bust up your lips then puff up a spliff So yo, who be dat? Dat wanna do me like this to get booby trapped jack, cos my crew be strapped fat like dat Chorus Bust a flavor Word up uh, yeah, uh, yeah Check it out

All Over Me

JEREMIH "Late Nights With Jeremih"
[Intro] All,all,all over me All,all,all over me (uh) All,all,all over me All,all,all over me(on me mane) All,all,all over me (Thank God) All,all,all over me All,all,all over me All over me, all over me, all over me [Verse 1: Mikey Rocks] Hey man they all over me All you alls go to sleep Lay it down for the freaks Lay down something sweet I'm lights out,sober free Getting wasted totally Do them strippers show them treats Oh yeah? uh huh oh yeah? [Hook] All,all,all over me All,all,all over me All,all,all over me All,all,all over me (on me man) All,all,all over me All,all,all over me All,all,all over me All over me, all over me, all over me (all on me man) [Verse 2] It's ben gonna pop up, Do me proper I fuck you 'til you need doctor I'm a linger shopper,he a teenybopper Poppin' crystals you wanna do no vodka I'm young and flashy first and lastly Shave their heads all thanks to Cassy Ass shots like she was Nicki Or is it real these hoes is tricky Supper trippy, I can't call it they fake ballin' And they keep playin' they paintballin' And they fake poppin' Keep from hoes, and you hate options I'm doin' falls and I'm buying lean You walk in Fendi and dont buy a thing You mad 'til she tryna leave She curious and she tryin things She on the roll with that molly Poppin' one and she wildin Got no control of her body Look at what you just started And I still ain't tryin' man I still ain't tryin No sweat ,I'm still on time I ain't never laid her I ain't worn no cape I don't save them hoes and I ain't lying [Hook] All,all,all over me All,all,all over me All,all,all over me All,all,all ov- (on me man) All,all,all over me All,all,all over me All,all,all over me All over me, all over me, all over me (all on me man) Hey man they all over me All these hoes go to sleep Like the watch, tottally Get awat to somewhere free I'm lights out,sober free Getting wasted totally Do them strippers show them treats? [Verse 3] Any know my birthday Body shots she can get the first taste Drink drink up up your thirsty You tryin' to go home, not to first base And I'm tryna stay in VIP let me see your ID And I see I amaze you Work it hurt me you heard me Said they never saw it in the first place And they say that you should never put a past Now how about we get to foreplay And now you can't have my last name But you can scream my first name When I flip her from the back And we roam in the back So you know I had to kill it in the herse way Smoking in the purple, LA chill out Cali fornicate, LA fille Grabbing on the track like fray on phrase Riding this motherfucker to the 808 Yeah I ball 'til it to my way If you already know Jeremih If you got that bomb go dedinate You know I'm that guy and if you know that bomb Then give me some tick ok,ok [Hook] All,all,all over me All,all,all over me All,all,all over me All,all,all over me (on me man) All,all,all over me All,all,all over me All,all,all over me All over me, all over me, (all on me man) All,all,all over me All,all,all over me All,all,all over me All,all,all over me Hey man they all over me All these hoes go to sleep

Coming Of Age

JAY-Z "Reasonable Doubt"
(feat. Memphis Bleek) [Jay-Z] Yeah... Come experience... life as we know it As some of you should know it, yeah, yeah Place, Marcy, Brooklyn Actions... well, y'all know the actions Uhh, I got this shorty on my block always clockin my rocks He likes the style and profile I think he wanna mock He likes the way I walk, he sees my money talkin to honies hawkin I'm the hottest nigga in New York and I see his hunger pains, I know his blood boils He wanna, run with me, I know this kid'll be loyal I watched him make a few ends, to cop his little sneakers and gear then it's just enough for re-up again I see myself in his eyes, I moved from Levi's to Guess to Versace, now it's diamonds like Liberace That's just the natural cycle, nobody wanna be like Michael where I'm from, just them niggaz who banned from a gun We out here trying to make hard white into cohhhhld green I can help shorty blow out like Afro-Sheen Plus I can relive my days of youth which is gone That little nigga's peeps, it's time to put him on [Chorus: Jay-Z and Memphis Bleek] It's time to come up (and hold my own weight, defend my crown) Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand my ground) It's time to come up (stick up my chest, and make some loot) Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand on my own two) [Memphis Bleek] I'm out here slingin bringin the drama, tryin to come up in the game and add a couple of dollar signs to my name I'm out here servin disturbin the peace, life could be better like my man reclined in plush leather seats He's sellin weight, I'm sellin eight... balls sixteen tryin to graduate to pushin quarters y'all I ain't gon' sweat him I'ma let him come to me If he give me the nod then these niggaz gon' see I'm tired of bein out here round the clock and breakin day, and chasin crackers up the block for my pay I'm stayin fresh, so chickens check I'm tryin to step up to the next level, pushin Vettes to the Jets Diamonds reflect from the sun, directly in your equilibirum and stunned I'm waitin for my day to come I got the urge, to splurge, I don't wanna lifetime sentence just give me the word [Chorus] [JZ] Hey fella I been watchin you clockin [MB] Who me holdin down this block it ain't nothin You the man nigga now stop frontin [JZ] Hahahh I like your style [MB] Nah, I like YO' style [JZ] Let's drive around awhile [MB] Cool nigga [JZ] Here's a thou' [MB] A G I ride witchu for free I want the longterm riches and bitches [JZ] Have it all; now listen to me You let them other niggaz get the name, skip the fame Ten thou' or a hundred G keep yo' shit the same [MB] On the low [JZ] Yeah, the only way to blow You let your shit bubble quietly [MB] AND THEN YOU BLOW! [JZ] Hey keep your cool The only way to peep a fool is let him show his hand Then you play your cards [MB] Then he through dealin I understand [JZ] Don't blow your dough on hotties [MB] The only thing I got in this world is my word and my nuts and won't break em for nobody! [JZ] Hah, I like resume, pick a day, you can start [MB] From now until death do us part... [Chorus 2X]

Take It To The Streetz

Magic "Sky's the Limit"
Bitch Ass, I ain't looking for no gun play so why you got your hand on your grip ? I got my fist balled up because I'm ready to fight bitch I can hear a lot of yapping, but I just don't see no action What you done forgot how to walk ? Nigga you ain't bout no scrappin Bitch you low offendin me so no matter what you getting wooped I'm gon shake you with the first punch and take you out wit the hook An old fashioned ass woopin you run yo mouth to much We couldn't talk it over like men I had to reach out and touch Yo man hood and yo jaw up at the same time Don't get up off the ground boy cause victory is mine Don't let this embarrassment get that ass killed Try to retaliate nigga and yo cap I will pill Respect my heart I was born with thug in my blood Respect my mind unless you just ready to die Nigga picture me I'm like Tyson and Holyfield back to back And in a matter of seconds I'll lay this whole club flat Look at you now PUNTA ! (damn look at him) This is what you send at me These are your fuckin niggaz lyin on the ground (naw naw) I told you bitchez don't fuck wit me You fuckin cockaroaches don't want none What ? What the fuck are looking at ? (nothing man, nothing) You still want some ? (naw) Send the rest of yo gumba's and take it to the streetz (naw we don't won't no problems, we don't got no problems) {Chorus Magic} If you got beef Then take it to the streetz HA HA ! Throw up yo hands motherfucka let's see if you really got beef If you got beef Then take it to the streetz HA HA ! Throw up yo hands motherfucka let's see if you really got beef If you got beef Then take it to the streetz HA HA ! Throw up yo hands motherfucka let's see if you really got beef If you got beef Then take it to the streetz NIGGA ! Throw up yo hands nigga let's see if you really got beef Verse 2: Now you was suppose to be bad (HUNGH) You was suppose to be ruff (WHAT) But you done fucked up Now I'm bout to tear this fuckin club up You don't wanna battle me hand on hand combat I'm like a gladiator demolish you nigga and that's that It's a fact I can tell by the way that you act You jus a bitch made nigga thats need of a smack Any hoe that you came wit she leavin wit me (Come on hoe) I done ruined yo reputation now stay off the street You jus a lil born pussy that waitin to get fucked Suckered for the right, Momma never told you to duck Left right combo I'm gon drop all of you niggaz Before I finish I want to know how the fuck did you figure That you can stand around wit Mr. Magic This some shit I can't tolerate I can't have it You couldn't beat me if I tied my fuckin hands to my feet You want me then nigga take it to the street {Chorus Magic} You got beef Then take it to the streetz HA HA ! Throw up yo hands motherfucka let's see if you really got beef You got beef Then take it to the streetz NIGGA ! Throw up yo hands nigga let's see if you really got beef

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