on fire on fire, you know this Girl that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire 17 inch momo's like magic on his tires Girl that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire
love that bitch I don't trust that bitch You don't know he on fire You don't know he on fire You don't know he on fire You don't know he on fire [Hot
ترجمة: الأحداث. الأحداث على النار.
ترجمة: Kingsmen. الأحداث على النار.
keep on movin' now Just to keep on movin' now Just to keep on movin' now Just to keep on movin' now, hey If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
it for fun (Nelly, Diddy, Murphy Lee, this is history, baby) Bend them trucks, we do it for fun Stack them bucks, we do it for fun (Come on now) And the band played on
nigga get a little head in advance Maybe not, probably don't even feel that way I kid you not, what's under my waist is real I say A yo my fire cracker
a smack (what'chu need?) I need a bitch that'll get up on a plane Put it up in the pussy and come back on a train (when did she trip out?) She don't
we makin' it shake, Movin' all night flights just to keep everythang, But I'm short on the game in the funny style, Start fuckin' around, with a juvenile
Slow down, you crazy child you're so ambitious for a juvenile But then if you're so smart, tell me Why are you still so afraid? Where's the fire, what
up on the freak Thought about Pinkey, this ho from last week Seems like I?m calling girls from all across the nation All you girls can be on the administration Fire
(Better run, better run, better run) The crash street kids are comin? to get ya (Just for fun, just for fun, just for fun) Pull down the wires, set you on fire
m 'bout that action Slash a busta like a fraction I'm on that yolla Standin' on tha corner with one sleeve over my shoulder Ride on your block, I see
can call me You know I keep a "blucka-blucka" Hit 'em all week Give me the keys to the bubble I'm on y'all street Juvenile (Juvenile) [Juvenile] Baby
up Won't play with me like I'ma choke that bitch up Keep it on the turf, I might be killin' to get mine New prints on the back, I make a million in big
Now we're marking down our prices And they're really, really hot Everything must go You wanna get on some fly shit Get on some butterfly to the fire
s if we had a audience this large and didn't realize that there were some enemies present." [Verse One] I'm a weapon that fires Lyrical projectiles with
