say? You need a biatch! [Chorus] [Outro: Too $hort] Y'all niggaz ain't got no hoes What'chu know about that nigga? $hort Dog fuckin with my boy Bun
fuck 'em, fuck I'mma fake for Make mine's, I'mma take yours 'Cuz I'm no nigga like love b'fore Make bitch scream like, gimme some more If a nigga broke
're fuckin' with the best of 'em, fuck the rest of 'em After me there'll be no more left of 'em The last booty-shake gangsta Look at all the bread that
Twins)] All the lil' mammas all 'round the world Shake that ass if you a nasty girl Back that ass up says juvenile Show a nigga some titties like Girls
that ass if you a nasty girl Back that ass up says Juvenile Show a nigga some titties like Girls Gone Wild Show a nigga some titties like Girls Gone
no soul And that bitch nigga who stole my car stereo Trick Deez, gets no love, she gets nuts Like ass Miller, and that fuckin' ex dealer Can't forget
Wait, wait, wait.. you ain't movin here!" Lorena Bobbitt, c'mere, want a souveneir? I've been high as fuck, since I was a juvi-neer Juvenile? Same difference
at dat I love a fuckin' hoody rat That's a fact You's a motherfuckin' get it girl Quit it, girl I'm the nigga, the nigga, nigga That hit it, girl Girl
grill when you walk through come through a fly cached tested for that see where your heart at that fly shit niggaz want that jerk on ya phone time sweet
that cold? I heard a nigga, downed my nigga My partna just paged me and say they found my nigga It's a bust back thang can't be no hoes I got a hundred
walk through Come through a fly cached tested for that See where your heart at, that fly shit niggaz want that Jerk on ya phone time, sweet niggaz get
and learned how to Fuck up your anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit MC's submit to the will as I kill your Juvenile
that ripped through my cousin Nobody was standin when the nigga started bustin Blood started to flood the floors, by the elevator doors That's the last thing that
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
Earl Ten months in this gut, what the fuck I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck While, Juvenile rippin' mics and shit New York, New York ready
Randy get flat on you back And trust that, ain't bout to let no nigga steal me Fuck that, I bust back with 223 Big and full of that raw with no cut
fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessey until I cold hurl Ten months in this gut, what the fuck I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck Wild, juvenile
world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl Ten months in this gut, what the fuck I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck Wild, juvenile