- Juvenile Be Gone 歌詞
- Juvenile
- (feat. Big Tymers)
[Chorus 3x] (Sung)
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone
Why dont cha get the hell on out the do
[Mannie Fresh]
He told me number three was cheap
Wit a chick, wit a stick, yeah them girls be freakin
Checkin in motels every other weekend
Say brah I cant picture lil one eatin
Boy you aint know fo sho she creepin
While she been tellin me dog, she goin to meetings
Meeting Kitty wit her mouth
Thats what yo chick bout
Man, pass me my asthma pump, put lil one out
Sometimes I be likin when seenin chicks dykin
Pissin on each other, mud wrestling, and fightin
Hair everywhere, sratchin and bitin
Pass me my asthma pump again man, this shit exciting
I be like, 'lets get jumped' like a game of checkers
And I done cheat more chicks, than Nelly sold records
E.I, C.I, turn a chick out
Then give it to another chick and leave it up in her mouth
[Chorus 2x] (Sung)
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone
Why dont cha get the hell on out the do
[Baby]
Theres a story about a bitch named Sally
A hot girl, lived in that rat-hoe alley
She stayed sharp, stayed rockin Balance
And a fat pussy, laid down in the Cadi
Back of the seat or back of the Palace
Im a Hot Boy it really dont matter
My brother K.C plays them tellers
Thatll jump off, hit a stepper, whatever
Michael Kipper, James Peter got a big better
Dick gotta a bitch in Miami a dick-sweater
Like Delores from A.T.L, 'The Freak of the Week'
She did me, Slim, Joe, and Tiki
I dont care, bitch just ride
Shake yo pussy, and shake yo thigh
Get yo hat, get yo coat, its time to ride
Baby girl lookin at me like she surprise
[ Chorus 2x] (Sung)
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone
Why dont cha get the hell on out the do
[Mannie Fresh]
Let me tell you about another one of my lovers
I caught the ignorant chick pokin holes in rubbers
Talkin bout she late, sorry no wait
Girl you fucked me, Mike Tyson, and O.J
[Baby]
These hoes be pullin they raw tactics
Baby makin and jaw-jackin
Mami suck dick like a lowrider
Ooh-wee, dont stop her
[Mannie Fresh]
Thinkin that Ima claim that baby
Girl you coo-coo, stupid, dumb, and crazy
His eyes green, and his hair wavy
Thought you had me huh?, got me, playin me
[Baby]
She movin like a nigga hittin switches
But I bet Id hit that old shitty
She a popper, H.G non-stopper
She from Uptown, baby girl dont knock her
[Chorus till end] (Sung)
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone
Why dont cha get the hell on out the do
[Mannie Fresh over chorus] (Talking)
Nah shawty, dont cry now
Get them old ass iron skates you left up under the bed
And them old ass pro cases that you had, and all them beta tapes
And get your old ass beeper
You know that beeper that look like a garage opener
The one that you had, get that shit up out my drawer
and get on out of here
Yeah you got to leave, got to go
Get that rat coat, that old ass coat that you said was a mink
Shit aint nothin but a big ass nutria rat
Oh yeah, and get your cell phone
That big ass cell phone wit the car battery hooked up to it
The one that be causin Cancer, you know that big ass
football you wear on your face, hurtin and shit
Get your old ass cell phone
And get them Chic Jeans, that Jamaica Joe shirt, and
them Hearochees that yo ass was wearing when you came here
And them big fake ass 'Salt-N-Peppa' earrings
You know them earrings Salt-N-Peppa had in the 80s
You better get them bitches up outta here too
And get them footy socks, the ones wit the balls in the back
Thats yours too, you need to get that, get on outta here
You know what im sayin, I use to love you, I dont love you no more
Dont like you no more, none of that, you know what Im sayin
And get your Cutlass keys
Get your old ass Cutlass, the one that we parked off the block
You know what Im sayin, cause I didnt want it in my driveway
cause it was leakin oil
Get your old ass Cutlass keys and get in your Cutlass and ride out
Yeah, you hood roach, you aint even a rat, you a roach
Yeah!
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