lirik lagu juvenile - down bottom
[juve]mmmm hmmmmm
[drag]ha ha hah
oh! d-mn, now bop to this
yeah, uhh, uhh, y’all know what this is (flame on)
juvenile, drag-on (flame on)
and now.. swizz swizz beats, yea!
[drag-on]
me and my n-gg-z done licked shots, even done hit cops
betcha n-gg-z can’t wait til my sh-t drop
treat you like your momma, give you lip a pop
n-gg- you don’t want my clip to drop
cause that means i’m empty, and you’re full of it
check what the bullet did
missiles gonna hit you get you, rip through tissue
shoot another rhyme just cause i missed you
i make plus cash, you little n-gg-z can’t f-ck wit drag
got the chain out, so his muscle grabs
n-gg- f-ck that, you better bust back
‘fore ya monkey–ss land where the dust at
ride like the girl but you can’t trust cash
spit line of fire and he can’t touch black
all you can do is cuss back
in your weak raps bout how you bust gats
n-gg- we don’t need that, i don’t care about your feedback
y’all n-gg-z don’t feed drag
til a motherf-cker pull out, bust a bullet out
in the safe house, n-gg- where the keys at
n-gg- where the stash at, n-gg- where the weed at
n-gg- p-ss that ‘fore i pull my trigger
matter fact where the -ss at, cause i got the “rough rider”
and i ain’t talkin bout my n-gg-z
cause n-gg- we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow
and when you feel your nose crack
that mean i broke that, i fill a po’-po’ wit a flame thrower
like i told yo’ befo’ ya know umm – you can’t handle
you can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
and who that n-gg- ruff rydin, drag-on
y’all n-gg-z and southsiders
chorus: drag-on + various (repeat 2x)
do y’all n-gg-z bust y’all guns?
(h-ll yeah we bust our guns!!)
do y’all f-ck them til they c-m?
(d-mn right we make them c-m!!)
it’s for the north (hey) south (hey)
east (hey) west (hey)
ruff ryders gonna show y’all n-gg-z who ride the best
[juvenile]
hmmmm, hmmmmmmmm
in the late night, we be c-ckin high and givin you stage fright
yo head might explode, when i bust with the lead pipe
now say it right, juvenile, he tight
stay hype, now page mike and make sure he got all the yea, aight?
i’m tired of you n-gg-z, be thinkin that you usin me
runnin with them petty–ss n-gg-z lookin like fools to me
i’m workin wit some change aiy
and aint afraid to put fifty up on ya brain yay
you bout warrin over yo’ people i’m the same yay
look, i’ma have somebody sayin that’s the shame yay
but if them people come they ain’t gon’ give no names yay
play with the number one stun’na don’t play no games yay
come outside and see nothin but camouflage and bricks
them gather up boys strapped with cannons
tryin to knock off yo’ sh-t, you stanky b-tch
i’ll ruff ryde your -ss then, cash in for money
juven’ ain’t gettin nuttin ha ha hah that sh-t is funny
chorus
[drag-on]
when my n-gg-z get knocked we gonna bail them out
when it come to my gun my sh-lls is out
you better get the message, cause i done mailed it out
that i’ma bang it like a hammer and i’ma nail the south
east west, and write letters for my n-gg-z up north
my guns made in china, so you better dust off
comin to getcha, you gon’ bleed ketchup, i always got cheddar
i never -ss bet ya, and i won’t even sweat ya
you won’t roll four and better
my dough is never low, but if drag is down on his last
i’ma reach in my sweater, bet my baretta
make a n-gg- feel the heat in the cold weather
can’t stand a n-gg- hype, throw me his b-tch
b-tch come to my sh-t, you betta come get her
be like a dog with a bone i run with her
y’all make me so tired
y’all n-gg-z still rappin like you don’t know my flow is fire
and y’all ain’t got ya suits, ain’t got ya boots
probably gotta gun that ain’t never shoot
when we come you better hope they don’t name you
cause like two sticks rubbin i’ll flame you
don’t try to be me cause i ain’t you
‘fore i have your spirit with the angels
my shorty keep a gun on the ankles
wanna f-ck? watch out she’ll bang you
cause i taught her well, y’all players better haul to h-ll
but you n-gg-z couldn’t borrow a belt
whoever wit you is goin to jail
do you n-gg-z bust your guns? oh you ain’t bustin none, huh?
you wanna f-ck em til they c-m, huh?
drag-on, juvenile, double r, what you want huh?
chorus 2x
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