调:D minor
Verse 1
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
the drug- abusers
Verse 2
Thinkin we was country on
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Fuck around and make me come up in your jaw,
boy
Verse 3
Now see it ain't my fault your boys
game that you bark
See some niggas, they make me mad
And you will see they all bitch- made,
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lemonade
like they 8th grade
To get spiced up late night,
(Nigga, whatever you like)
Verse 4
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let's be discrete
I'm down to my last sheet,
Me, he and even she
We lickin for the cheese
With the safe unlocked,
has been consumed
Interlude 1
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Verse 5
Verse 6
'bout a be
That's what we ride in,
Hennessy has the tendency to
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
I don't care how hard the sound
not one second
Huh? Not one second,
Verse 7
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
Ever since I been walkin on
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Over no, you must be crazy, ha, is ya?
Take that same rhyme you bought it
seekin vengeance
Hittin your residence with Russi
Interlude 2
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Verse 8
with the South
Verse 9
[ Juvenile ]
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The HB's done hooked up with them Jim Crows,
My nigga be
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My nigga B.G. is here
Fuck it, nigga
Outro 1
(Down South)
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