Juvenile 熱門歌曲
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Juvenile
Stimme und Gesang
Wacko
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
D. Grison
Songwriter:in
Scott Storch
Songwriter:in
T. Gray
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Juvenile
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Scott Storch
Produzent:in
Joe Batista
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Brian Gardner
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Dave Junco
Mischtechniker:in
歌詞
[Verse 1]
One, never gonna stop tryna get it
Two, never turn my back on my city
Three, never let the money fuck with me
Four, I'ma never stop hollerin' at the bitches
[Verse 2]
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Come one, can I say something?
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One, two, Juvenile
[Verse 3]
Hey homie, you don't wanna get familiar with us
Fuckin' over you would give me and my **** a rush
I'm sick of all you and the fortune that's supposed to be thugs
Tellin' stories 'bout your life when that was not how it was
Yeah, a **** did some shit back in the days with the pack
Like in your hood, when you was out there gettin' paid with the crack
They get the fuck when you hear shots and it's not yo peep
But if a ricochet hit ya, you better pop yo heat
[Verse 4]
Yeah, you know I'm from the 'Nolia but you do not know me
Quit eyeballin' a **** down 'fore you get shot, homie
You don't wan' know what I been thinkin' up
Ya better go 'head on and find you another spot to chill
'Cause I been drinkin', cuz
'Cause we see a light and everything ain't great
It's like, everybody mind is in the same old state, you know
I'll throw a **** fucked up with his revenues
I'ma tell you four fuckin' things I'ma never do
[Verse 5]
One, never gonna stop tryna get it
Two, never turn my back on my city
Three, never let the money fuck with me
Four, I'ma never stop hollerin' at the bitches
[Verse 6]
And the sets go up, and the sets go up
And the sets go up, and the sets go up
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And the sets go
UTP, come on, UTP, come one
[Verse 7]
From the three to the seventeen, hey, yo, we doin' it big
If you're ghetto, you know who Wacko and Juvenile is
New Orleans, see I'ma rep that, 'cause these my peeps
You could pick up some bad habits hangin' in these streets
Have you talkin' to this and that **** and showin' your teeth
Walkin' 'round you like you took care and you handled your beef
Pissed off 'cause your ho wanna come talk to me
To show me the little gift that she done bought for me
I take it back to where the big timers was pushin' the size
When **** wore Dickies suits like it was regular jobs
We cop Adidas, ghost town and Anita's used to be packed
And rumors started poppin' and it started to crack
We used to drink Crazy Horse and shoot dice in the back
We had four rules in life and I can promise you that
[Verse 8]
One, never gonna stop tryna get it
Two, never turn my back on my city
Three, never let the money fuck with me
Four, I'ma never stop hollerin' at the bitches
[Verse 9]
And the sets go up, and the sets go up
And the sets go up, and the sets go up
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[Verse 10]
Now, why you muggin' a ****? Let that bitch go
Let her bounce with a gangsta out six coat
Let her wild out and flick it off a disco
Let me gas up, dick her down and get ghost
Ain't trickin' for the vagina, I like to get throat
Yo stupid ass tryna stay in here and lick toes
Good girls love G's, that's how the shit go
That's why **** need to tighten up and get low
[Verse 11]
I know you heard-a, I'm gettin' doe
Let me check my palm pilot, I'm gettin' hoes
Let me check my squad wallets, we gettin' close
My squad up in the crowd wilin', they spittin' more
Drive by in the five five, forget a four
Five, five and another five, we get a show
Fifteen and another five, you'll get some blow
You're hustlin' your block, pop and you get some more
[Verse 12]
One, never gonna stop tryna get it
Two, never turn my back on my city
Three, never let the money fuck with me
Four, I'ma never stop hollerin' at the bitches
[Verse 13]
And the sets go up, and the sets go up
And the sets go up, and the sets go up
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And the sets go up, and the sets go up
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And the sets go
Written by: D. Grison, Scott Storch, T. Gray