somethin' new (Why not) Shit, I'm ridin' somethin' green, somethin' blue (Why not) They gon' respect it when a gangsta come through (Why not) They doin' numbers, we'll do somethin' too (W-w-why not
why not) Shit I'm ridin somethin green, somethin blue (why not) They gon' respect it when a gangsta come through (why not) They doin numbers, we'll do somethin too (why not
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Moved your body so that the feelin was right But if you get lost scream out and admit That the beat's too fast, slow it down or I quit I'm not the kind
t matter no mo' And they wonder why we act this way, Nappy Boys gon' be okay All my life been po' but it really don't matter no mo' And they wonder why
more time Before I die my momma, she carry me no comma Niggaz bitches and drama I recollect walking and stoppin' Cops not even checking on me Juvenile
You Broke My Heart Ay Not Becuz Your Gone But Wat You Done To My Car Now Its In The Shop For The Nexxt 2 Weeks By then you wnt even remember why you're
I'm older, hope they saw I'm running with Bad Boys (That's right) Here come another man unlike no other man Candy coated, whoa, switching in every lane Y'all help me, why
you to be stranded at the laundromat I got your back, why don't you put your laundry baskets in the back And sit up front, I'm not askin', it's a trap
gettin' locked up, fell down, no time for this aw, aw, aw when the gaged got caught in the car start the law, not trying to be a Cold Craft Star yo,
this is all he know and it's all he see Which is why they known to be a Juvenile just like me Would'ja see that my words were a little bit cold a little
, fell down, no time for this Aw, aw, aw when the gaged got caught in the car Start the law, not trying to be a Cold Craft Star Yo, you might be illin
From off the pavement, I hate gettin' locked up 'Cause that upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships But then the Bible never saved shit I guess that's why every Juvenile
off Like, "Nigga, what's this song mean?" L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you speak like that? Tattooed 'Def Jam' under your wing like that What, you a rider? Not
Send a hit at these niggas so we could be the jank You now how it is want everything for myself Want every nigga scorin for me nobody else Imma dog it ain't not
playa don't nobody know I see your chest up out the casket not on the floor I'm asking my Lord the same ole questions why you had to go Now everytime
obituaries, no more hearse, that shit hurt You damn right, but see there's game plus a part of life Got so much game to give they label my rap positive Why not
