Tonalidad: D minor
Verse 1
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[ INTRO: Juvenile ]
What's up whodie?
This Juvenile Nino,
Cash Money Millionaire
Doin this here
My boys from the ATL, Jim Crow
And we all should say to all you playa-
hatin muthafuckas
Why'all better respect the South
We on a come- up, nigga
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And we did this shit for the
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hoodrats, the hot girls,
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The hot boys, the three- time losers,
the drug- abusers
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I don't give a fuck what you do, nigga
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Stick to what you do
Verse 2
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It be them Flaw Boyz, ????
Thinkin we was country on
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some hee- hi- haw
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We like Kane in the Eighties, we RAW, boy
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Fuck around and make me come up in your jaw,
boy
Verse 3
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[ VERSE 1: Mr. Mo ] I say no more
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talk, my liquor is malt
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A nigga never went to jail cause I
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ain't never got caught
Now see it ain't my fault your boys
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sketched in chalk
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???? shoulda learned the
game that you bark
See some niggas, they make me mad
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These hoes, they got it bad
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They ain't recognize, do the math
And you will see they all bitch- made,
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lemonade
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Grown as hell but they actin
like they 8th grade
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You need to play with a full deck
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break a bitch an d all I want is my check
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Is that bad to flex,
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is your girlfriend next?
To get spiced up late night,
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Frapper's Delight
(Nigga, whatever you like)
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[ VERSE 2: Cutty Cartel ] On point
Verse 4
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like they droppin a beat,
let's be discrete
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About these bullshit stories
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you hear up in the street
I'm down to my last sheet,
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no mo' chance to roll
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Control everything I do,
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now how 'bout you?
Me, he and even she
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Whoever who, no debate, I can't wait
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On shortie, to see what they do
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When they lose it all and ball, no flaw
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While you lickin all off on her bra
We lickin for the cheese
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in the cash drawer
With the safe unlocked,
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over a boy that got got
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And it's some foolish- ass spot,
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the back of the room
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Not knowin that his last breath
has been consumed
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He done ballin
Interlude 1
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Verse 5
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[VERSE
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Ha- ha- ha (Yo, who the fuck
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is he?) Shawty Pimp
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The nigga that gives a damn
Verse 6
'bout a be
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Roaddogs run the streets,
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keep a beetch on a leash
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Eat good for the free,
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Fleetwood, a Caprice
That's what we ride in,
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hide in from no enemy
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Preacher daughters freakin me,
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so- called players envy me
Hennessy has the tendency to
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make a nigga stupid
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Can't whup my ass and all the
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alcohol said you can do it
But you clueless thinkin that
drink make you ruthless
Now you're toothless runnin
around town lookin stupid
Cause cupid got your heart,
gave your bitch a credit card
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But she still fuck around with
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them players on boulevard
I don't care how hard the sound
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You don't want nann ?? Shawty Pimp,
not one second
Huh? Not one second,
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bitch, not one second
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Now praise the Lord for these
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lyrical blessing
Verse 7
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[ VERSE 4: Juvenile ] Direct your shit at
Juvenile cause
I'm the nigga that you hate
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Don't try to throw a brick from a distance,
then hide your faces
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See, the places that I been
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you can't hang
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Unless I took you under my wing
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and I put you in the game
Ever since I been walkin on
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this Converse soil
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Bitches been joining forces
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and makin blood boil
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But I'm here to spoil the
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??? stop ??? whores from playin
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Over no, you must be crazy, ha, is ya?
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Boy, listen to me when I'm
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talkin before I get witcha
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Whip ya, rip your little dreams apart
Take that same rhyme you bought it
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from me and then let it spark
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Depart before your people talkin
seekin vengeance
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That's how I'ma handle business,
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fuck what's the consequences
Hittin your residence with Russi
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an- made instruments
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Your neighbors hollerin, run,
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trippin and call for the President
Interlude 2
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Verse 8
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[ CHORUS
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Boy,
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we
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be
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serious round this shit, dirty
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Ain't nobody fuckin
with the South
Verse 9
[ Juvenile ]
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The HB's done hooked up with them Jim Crows,
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And guess what, we ain't no hoes,
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CMR, ATL there's no to morrow, nigga
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Cash Money Millionaires
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in this muthafucka
My nigga be
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- 32
My nigga B.G. is here
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My nigga Lil Wayne, my nigga Lil Turk
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My nigga Mannie Freezie
Fuck it, nigga
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Down South
Outro 1
(Down South)
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