JUVENILE lyrics - Tha G-Code

I Got That Fire

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[Juvenile] You need a nigga that stay sharp, always got money Pockets stay full of them big-face hundreds A nigga with tattoos all over his arm A nigga with a gold grill, diamonds in his charm A nigga that'll tell your girl, 'Fuck that nigga!' Your givin' me tha pussy, you don't love that nigga You need a nigga that'll put you in your place Put that dick on ya at anytime of tha day A nigga that'll give ya a lil' somethin' if it's right A nigga that you may not see for three or four nights A nigga standin' tall like tha Statue of Liberty A nigga on fire like a match and a cigarette A nigga that'll take care of his kids if it's his A nigga that's a handsome lil' son of a bitch A nigga like.. me.. never get tired You lookin' for a Hot Boy, girl, I got that fire [Chorus4x [Juvenile]] Shit, I got that fire I got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer [Juvenile] Some old ghetto-face, blue-hair, funny-ass lookin' bitch Was tryin' ta holla at a nigga... talkin' some bullshit I told her, 'If ya fuck everybody it's all gravy.' She didn't say nothin', she stood there lookin' at me crazy Then she got mad, and called me bitches and motherfuckers I waited 'til I got by the door, reached back and stuck her She did what any bitch woulda did, and got the law for me Talkin' 'bout gonna press charges and get her pa for me I told him, 'When I get outta jail, I'ma beat ya awfully and open up fire at your pa to back him up off of me.' All she wanted to do was scream out 'Juvie' While I hit her from tha back and smack her on tha booty Bite tha titties, get tha head, break tha bed Pull off tha rubber and bust a nut on her leg Some of these hoes be tellin' me,' I'm just an admirer.' I don't wanna fuck ya; shit, I got that fire [Chorus [Juvenile]] Shit, I got that fire Shit, I got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer Shit, I got that fire I got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer Shit, I got that fire I got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer Shit, I got that fire I got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer [Mannie Fresh] Baby baby baby Look, baby girl: work it, just don't quit See I love it when you young ass shake them tits You lil' vivrant thang You like Burger King Well you can go in and swing on tha Whopper Ding-a-ling You make me really lump up in tha pants Every time I see your sexy ass do that dance And you can tell your friends you know a Nigga with a dick like a great big cobra We can bang bang bang all night long Knock your head against tha bed 'til tha inside's gone When ya see your sister, tell her, 'It's alright.' She still make my dick BOOM like dynamite Tell her Tiger Woods... but I won't Eat no pussy... cuz I don't You wanna nigga that'll fuck ya in tha park in tha grass You wanna nigga that'll stick a big stick in your ass That fire! [Chorus [Juvenile]] I got that fire Shit, I got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer Shit, I got that fire I got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer Shit, I got that fire I got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer Shit, I got that fire I got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer I got that fire Shit, I got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer [Juvenile] He got that fire Fresh, he got that fire Girl, holla at my nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer He got that fire Shit, he got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer He got that fire B.G., he got that fire Girl, holla at that nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer He got that fire Turk, he got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer He got that fire Slim, he got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer He got that fire Wayne, he got that fire Girl, holla at that nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer He got that fire Baby, he got that fire Girl, holla at that nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer He got that fire Juvie, he got that fire Girl, holla at this nigga if you want this Oscar Meyer

Can I Holla At Ya

J. COLE "Truly Yours"
Can I holla at you? Lemme holla at you. [Verse 1: Special] Never forget the day I met you We was destined for each other like a, Son to his mother or a sister and brother, man this bond is deep We go a couple years and don’t even speak, but know it’s love though Could never let em’ dirty your name I got the utmost respect for you, Came back home and had to check for you, Word 'round town is you locked down Some older niggas snatched you up gave you a rock now Damn, hey could it be, she like “if you was me you wouldn’t wait for me Living fast you wouldn’t mash the brakes for me” Big city slicker nigga on a higher track Bigger now but when she send a letter always write her back And time revealed, she feels that she settled too soon While she see me go for mines and she admire that We speak about time as if we could just buy it back If only it was that simple, damn I miss you [Hook] Can I holla at you, Can I holla at you, Lemme holla at you, Yeah I know its been a while, but ain’t no better time than now Can I holla at you, Can I holla at you, Ay, let me holla at you Yeah I know its been a while, but [Verse 2: J. Cole] You betrayed me, The day you played my momma you played me Can’t believe I let you in my heart nigga I should’ve, followed my instincts a stranger in my house Only five years old but sensed danger in my house I was too young too scrap you but damn if I ain’t want to I'm blowing up fast and I hope these words haunt you Uh, thirteen years knew you more then my real pops Put me on to ‘Pac, and all the rappers that killed cops Who would’ve thought you’d leave my momma high and dry Last words to a bitch nigga “why you lie?” Feeling bitter so these words might seem jumbled When you left I watched that lady crumble I know by now you probably a old man, But I still I feel I won’t be satisfied until we throw hands For all the ass whoppin's Heard you tryna’ talk to, tell that punk don’t call me You ain’t shit and I’m scared it rubbed off on me [Hook] [Verse 3: J. Cole] I heard you on that shit I hope it ain’t true Was hard to holla at you last time I came through Could barely recognize you, naw nigga this ain’t you Cause you ain’t lookin’ like that nigga that I once knew And plus you act like you don’t know me We was homies, now you call me by my rap name See me do my thing, so you expecting me to act strange Ain't holla'ed but you on my mind nigga I dont forget the good times nigga White tee’s in the club, jeans baggy as fuck Sometimes I look back on my life, that was the happiest stuff You had potential to be monumental, ville mentality You know that old kill or be killed mentality I look at where you at now it’s a, real fatality Cause where you supposed to be is on top, close to me Chasin’ hoes like the old days, But now we overseas, dawg Congratulations on your seat Yo my nigga can I holla at you? [Hook]

Girl On Fire (Inferno Remix)

ALICIA KEYS "Girl On Fire"
[Nicki Minaj:] Spirit of Marilyn Callin me, audibly, bawlin she Said that she would never leave Continue to torture me Tellin me to come with her Underneath my comforter And she brought a gun with her Pills and some rum with her Took me on the balcony Tellin me to jump with her Yeah I'm in the ghost but, I ain't doin stunts with her I ain't tryna be that Haters wanna see that But I got 'em aggy Cause I win the gold like Gabby [Alicia Keys:] She's just a girl and she's on fire Hotter than a fantasy, lonely like a highway She's living in a world and it's on fire Filled with catastrophe, but she knows she can fly away Oh, oh oh oh oh She got both feet on the ground And she's burning it down Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh She got her head in the clouds And she's not backing down This girl is on fire This girl is on fire She's walking on fire This girl is on fire Looks like a girl but she's a flame So bright she can burn your eyes Better look the other way You can try but you'll never forget her name She's on top of the world Hottest of the hottest girls, say Oh, oh oh oh oh We got our feet on the ground And we're burning it down Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh Got our head in the clouds And we're not coming down This girl is on fire This girl is on fire She's walking on fire This girl is on fire Everybody stares as she goes by Cause they can see the flame that's in her eyes Watch her as she's lighting up the night Nobody knows that she's a lonely girl And it's a lonely world But she gon' let it burn, baby, burn, baby [Nicki Minaj:] Dear God, if you're here God Make the fire disappear when they stare God Take away the fear when they interfere God Do you fear God? Cause I fear God And in my backyard, that's a deer, God And that's a horse ranch And to my core fans, keep reppin' me, do it to the death of me X in the box, cause ain't nobody checkin me [Alicia Keys:] This girl is on fire This girl is on fire She's walking on fire This girl is on fire Oh, oh, oh... She's just a girl and she's on fire

Maine On Fire

J. COLE
[Verse 1:] Maine on fire My empire be higher Than an octave on Mariah You niggas should worship sire Your crew holding dead weight like a fuckin' hearse's tire Meanwhile I'm like the flow diversifier verse is flyer Gave you truth at a time when niggas prefer the liars I was David promising the world that ima serve Goliath Then I swam with sharks Made it to the land and part My dick in bitches With intentions sick as satan's worst desires Hell of a intro speedin' through this life at a hell of a tempo Get my head out the window 20 k in my pocket As I'm feeling the wind blow And I ain't have a wallet since nintendo, comprendo Orchestrating these capers watch my paper crescendo I used to wanna save the world Now all I do is spend dough Till I snap back like hov hat Now I'm back with this big black strap like hol' that [Hook:] Maine on fire Top down bitch I ain't no liar Henny on the rocks and plenty on the watch Middle fingers to the ones who say we can't go higher Maine on fire Every week can see my name on flyers Henny by the shots many bottles pop And if she say that she ain't let me she a dang on liar [Verse 2:] We collect a hundred thou Getting over on promoters might as well say run it now I was such a cunning child The one your girl mama wish she brought back home instead of you The one your mama glad you hung around Cole a charming nigga that can harm a nigga Chest out in your hood like I walk around with armor nigga But its just me and all my nigga's and we fuck the baddest Bitches on the planet witnesses this is Hustle at its, finest cause while you nigga's chase vaginas We just let the paper blind us While vaginas chase behind us Take notes make money don't make jokes For the master grab his rope and make us all scapegoats Real shit but if the world really bout to end We might as well let my nigga Craig out the pen Pain so deep the words bled out the pen And maine don't sleep nigga I win then come again Huh [Hook:] Maine on fire Top down bitch I ain't no liar Henny on the rocks and plenty on the watch Middle fingers to the ones who say we can't go higher Maine on fire Every week can see my name on flyers Henny by the shots many bottles pop And if she say that she ain't let me she a dang on liar

1976

ALAN JACKSON "Good Time"
Rockie burned up the movie screen and I was turnin seventeen Tie-dyed shirts and Levis jean, lookin cool at the Dairy Queen Tryin to impress a young woman in her Sunday dress And that was 1976, didnt know who I was yet A pretty little blonde haired girl stole my heart and changed my world Two kids and a moonlit sky, a little love on a Friday night Built a fire that just wont quit, that was 1976 My high school days I packed away, set my sights on a bigger stage Jimmy Carter moved to DC, a Georgia boy just like me, life seemed easy Nothin much that we needed That was 1976, didnt know who I was yet A pretty little blonde haired girl stole my heart and changed my world Two kids and a moonlit sky, a little love on a Friday night Built a fire that just wont quit, that was 1976 [Instrumental Interlude] Eight track tapes were still in style and Elvis was still alive Wonder Woman sure looked fine, Bionic Man was still Prime Time And that girl I liked, we kept on tryin till we got it right And that was 1976, didnt know who I was yet A pretty little blonde haired girl stole my heart and changed my world Two kids and a moonlit sky, a little love on a Friday night Built a fire that just wont quit, that was 1976 Yeah, that was 1976, didnt know who we were yet Built a fire that just wont quit and that was 1976 We built a fire that just wont quit, that was 1976

Purple Rain

J. COLE
Hey hey hey Hey hey hey Yeah hey Bright lights, big dreams Nice night or so it seems Stroll in the club with her tight fit jeans Praying that she might get seen by a nigga with a contract With a sports team or just a nigga that you figure could afford things Like more rings for her fingers She used to fuck singers but said they too soft, just copped a new loft For you walk into her crib got to take her shoes off Thats only step one your dress is next hun You say your kid sleep, I don't want no step son But lead the way to your bed room, king size bed so we got leg room She give Queen like head so we got head room, my God Than I work her like its my job Her moans are like music to my ears ipod And than I hit the door, cause baby I got to go Oh yeah don't act like you don't know I know you've been through this before Check it, I make the rich bitch beg Make the good girl steal Make the old ladies blush Make the young hoes squeal For real, for real Good girl huh, father was a preacher Sent her off to college thought I got her on a leash though From the outside though, them girls be the squeakiest You get 'em inside them girls be the freakiest Mischievous, downright devious Say she want cake I got all the right ingredients Running round fronting like a pure white virgin Gave a nigga dome while her father gave a Sermon Amen, let the choir sing She be walking round campus like the quiet thing So niggas scared to approach when they admiring Man if they know like I know she got that fire thing Pour a little OJ with some P-trone I'm feeling ok, but homie she's gone When remmy Rev called she just ignore him I had her calling on God till the weed And than I hit the door nigga Cause baby I got to go Oh yeah don't act like you don't know I know you've been through this before Check it, I make the rich bitch beg Make the good girl steal Make the old ladies blush Make the young hoes squeal For real, for real

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