Ladies and Gentleman
Boys and Girls
Little Children, Dogs and Cats
Right about now you are listening to the incredible drum patterns of DJ Manny Fresh
Ladies and Gentlemen!
Imma buy cars!
Imma get clothes!
Imma get clothes!
Imma rock jewels!
Imma fuck hoes!
Imma smoke weed!
Got a lot of drinks!
Steppin out, Gator, Coca-Cola Mink
I need it in my life
I want it in my life
Come put it in my life
I'm gonna keep it in my life.
It's that nigga Juve
From the Magnolia, still loakin
you hoes knows what's happenin' with me
Bust that pussy open
Round down and up
If a gangsta can't touch it
What you bouncing it for?
Now give me leeway
Watch how a G play
Watch how my name get caught in the he - she say.
It's UTP day, We with the streets may
They represent us when we hear us at the DJ's
Break bread with me
Nigga, is your man with me?
Thought you was beefin
You supposed to spend yo' cash with me
I'm hear to last with me
Hold me down, give me a whip,
Give me a bitch, let her blow me down
I'm so gutter, I'm so slick, I'm so rhymin'
I promise you something and I betcha you don't find me
I got my evil
Purchase whatever I please
CO, give me the keys, aww please! I need two of these!
Imma be so corageous
And so contagious
Until fuckin' rap sheets gon' receive mo' pages
Listen to Juve 'cause it's my year mon (My year mon)
Invasion, Imma bout to kick it in gear mon (In gear mon)
Don't you see the soldiers and hoes when I appear mon? (Appear mon)
About bein' written on my face 'cause I don't fear none (Fear none)
Me and my team got a scheme to go light the block up
Skip's smoothin' the work and Wakko poppin' the chopper
I scream to you 'cause I mean it
The only difference is you only throwing up shit when you scream it
I seen it
Shit, all the obsticals that I been through
What make you think Imma be scared of a bitch like you?
I'm yo' dog, lemme get it all, co-sign me
You ain't paid them last people yet
Dog, don't even remind me
My game knowledge, my game polished, and it's obvious
You can't block it, you can't knock it
'Cause it's profit
Can I untape the clips and chill ?
Show my niggas its real,
Can my people shop in Beverly Hills,
I got a lot of work I know that's gonna be ahead of me still,
But my beast mentality gon' keep me ahead in the field
Pardon me, but I got paper to chase,
Now cut through the talking and bring me straight to the safe,
I know where the cameras at and I'm destroying the tape,
I'm not leaving no evidence for the forensics to trace,
I had a problem on my hand, a few bills I had been payin',
I figured about a lil'bit less than 75 grand,
and my dog Rocky, caught a nickel for a pistol,
Its serious when the federals comin' to get you,
Life is at a standstill, all change in this damn field,
What you say, can get you and ya mans killed,
This my last chance to come up, this gotta be it,
Juve comin up, the first round' lottery pick
Written by THOMAS, BYRON O. / GRAY, TERIUS
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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