Juvenile Lyrics
Juvenile Lyrics
"Shake Dat Azz (If You're A Player) Lyrics"
Bong Hit Wonder Lyrics
[Instrumental]
[Instrumental]
If you're a player makin' money throw your hands up
If you a woman that's in love then give your man up
If you're a player makin' money throw your hands up
If you a woman that's in love then give your man up
First Verse:
I kicks the shit that'll make them niggas say "Oooh",
That'll make them hoes say "Yeah, that must be that nigga Juv",
I kicks the shit that'll make them niggas say "Oooh"
That'll make them hoes say "Yeah, that must be that nigga Juv",
Now niggas and hoes, that's up in the house,
It's time for me to show you what the Juvenile's about,
Niggas and hoes, that's up in the house,
It's time for me to show you what the Juvenile's about,
Shake, shiggedy, shake, shake, shake that ass,
Shake, shiggedy, shake, shake, shake that ass,
Shake, shiggedy, shake, shake, shake that ass,
Shake, shiggedy, shake, shake, shake that ass,
Over there ungh, Over here ungh,
And once the crew get through, you gone need, a papsmear,
Over there ungh, Over here ungh,
And once the crew get through, you gone need, a papsmear,
Ain't nothin' wrong, with bein' a Juvenile nigga,
Ain't nothin' wrong, with bein' a Juvenile nigga,
Ain't nothin' wrong, with bein' a Juvenile nigga,
Ain't nothin' wrong, with bein' a Juvenile nigga
Bridge One:
Man, I don't know what the fuck wrong with y'
An Experiment In Homicide Lyrics
[Music by Webster, Barrett, Owen] Walk away, into the dark Come my way, terror I am the evil within each soul I take the spirits of those I kill Murdered Decomposition, The body rots Rotting, rotting body parts I killed the first To experiment I don't want to hurt you I just want to kill you Torture, I start to cut Carving, blood slowly clots Horrors, mutilations Homicidal experimentation I set the dead on fire To decay in flame Homicidal desire More are marked for murder More victims to capture Butchered Bodies hang dead Drained of all their blood Pieces sewn on backwards
all,[Music by Webster, Barrett, Owen] Walk away, into the dark Come my way, terror I am the evil within each soul I take the spirits of those I kill Murdered Decomposition, The body rots Rotting, rotting body parts I killed the first To experiment I don't want to hurt you I just want to kill you Torture, I start to cut Carving, blood slowly clots Horrors, mutilations Homicidal experimentation I set the dead on fire To decay in flame Homicidal desire More are marked for murder More victims to capture Butchered Bodies hang dead Drained of all their blood Pieces sewn on backwards
Y'all must got a problem,
Y'all shouldn't be scared to roll with that nigga Juvenile
Second Verse:
Now when the sun goes down in the C.J. Peete,
I'ma hit the door, lookin' for me a H-O-E,
The first bitch I see, I step to her quick,
I'm tryin' to find a way that I can run up in her shit,
Now she don't wanna have no conversation,
She sayin' I'm beginning to be an aggrevation,
Called her boyfriend, he was comin' out the store,
He walked up to me and confronted me about the hoe
I said "Look here the bitch was standin' so I thought she didn't have a man",
"So let's get that an understanding",
He looked at me crazy, figured he could fake me,
I reached in my draws and quickly grabbed the three eighty,
Now he's another nigga gone,
Lovin' these hoes, you fuck with me and now it's on,
Ain't nothin' wrong, with bein' a Juvenile nigga,
Ain't nothin' wrong, with bein' a Juvenile nigga,
Ain't nothin' wrong, with bein' a Juvenile nigga,
Ain't nothin' wrong, with bein' a Juvenile nigga,
Shake, shiggedy, shake, shake, shake that ass,
Shake, shiggedy, shake, shake, shake that ass,
Shake, shiggedy, shake, shake, shake that ass,
Shake, shiggedy, shake, shake, shake that ass,
Solja, solja, solja, solja,
Solja, solja, solja, solja,
Solja, solja, solja, solja,
Solja, solja, solja, solja,
Bounce wi
Stand in Line Lyrics
Standing like a statue waiting for the train In front of the cigarette vendor Slicking back his hair looking at the machine Reflecting like a mirror Pulling up his collar to avoid the breeze Of the oncoming bullet Taking inventory of the things he needs, He's checking out his wallet Standing before our eyes straight and tall *Here comes your hero, stand in line, Straight as an arrow, stand in line The mother's son, as perfect as his pompadour A Spanish-American lover Heading from the East into West LA He has to dance La Bamba So sophisticated is the French cologne He borrowed from his father Just another pistol, waiting for
h the 'Nile, Bounce with the 'Nile nigga,Standing like a statue waiting for the train In front of the cigarette vendor Slicking back his hair looking at the machine Reflecting like a mirror Pulling up his collar to avoid the breeze Of the oncoming bullet Taking inventory of the things he needs, He's checking out his wallet Standing before our eyes straight and tall *Here comes your hero, stand in line, Straight as an arrow, stand in line The mother's son, as perfect as his pompadour A Spanish-American lover Heading from the East into West LA He has to dance La Bamba So sophisticated is the French cologne He borrowed from his father Just another pistol, waiting for
Bounce with the 'Nile, Bounce with the 'Nile nigga,
Bounce with the 'Nile, Bounce with the 'Nile nigga,
Bounce with the 'Nile, Bounce with the 'Nile nigga,
Where the virgins at? Where the virgins at?
All of y'all put your hands in the air,
Where the virgins at? Where the virgins at?
All of y'all put your hands in the air,
I'm lookin' for the bitches with the booty, with the booty,
I say I'm lookin' for the bitches with the booty
I'm lookin' for the bitches with the booty, with the booty,
I say I'm lookin' for the bitches with the booty
BOOM! With the gat, BOOM! With the gat, nigga
BOOM! With the gat, BOOM! With the gat, nigga
BOOM! With the gat, BOOM! With the gat, nigga
BOOM! With the gat, BOOM! With the gat, nigga
Where you at nigga? Where you at nigga? Where you at?
Where you at nigga? Where you at nigga? Where you at?
Bitch where you at? Bitch where you at?
Bitch where you at? Bitch where you at?
Where you at Bitch?
Where you at nigga? Where you at nigga? Bitch where you at?
Bitch where you at? Bitch where you at?
Shake, shiggedy, shake, shake, shake that ass,
Shake, shiggedy, shake, shake, shake that ass,
Now niggas and hoes, that's up in the house,
It's time for me to show you what the Juvenile's about,
Now niggas and hoes, that's up in the house,
It's time for
HAPPINESS (Duet with Gerard Salonga) Lyrics
(B. Anderson Jr.) Lea: You know some kids ask us what happiness really is. Well, to me happiness is a hamburger, going to the movies, new clothes. Well, what's your happiness, Gerard? Gerard: My happiness is a hotdog sandwich, new rubber shoes, new t-shirts, new jeans and also my favorite part of happiness is LOVE. Lea: Happiness is two kinds of ice cream Finding your skate key, telling the time Happiness is learning to whistle Tying your shoe for the very first time Happiness is playing the drum in your own school band And happiness is walking hand in hand Gerard: Happiness is five different crayons Knowing a secret
e to show you what the Juvenile's about,(B. Anderson Jr.) Lea: You know some kids ask us what happiness really is. Well, to me happiness is a hamburger, going to the movies, new clothes. Well, what's your happiness, Gerard? Gerard: My happiness is a hotdog sandwich, new rubber shoes, new t-shirts, new jeans and also my favorite part of happiness is LOVE. Lea: Happiness is two kinds of ice cream Finding your skate key, telling the time Happiness is learning to whistle Tying your shoe for the very first time Happiness is playing the drum in your own school band And happiness is walking hand in hand Gerard: Happiness is five different crayons Knowing a secret
I kicks the shit that'll make them niggas say "Oooh"
That'll make them hoes say "Yeah, that must be that nigga Juv",
I kicks the shit that'll make them niggas say "Oooh"
That'll make them hoes say "Yeah, that must be that nigga Juv",
Ride, ride, ride, ride,
Ride, ride, ride, ride,
Ride,
Ain't nothin' wrong, with bein' a Juvenile nigga,
Ain't nothin' wrong, with bein' a Juvenile nigga,
Ain't nothin' wrong, with bein' a Juvenile nigga,
Ain't nothin' wrong, with bein' a Juvenile nigga,
I be rockin' this shit like every single day,
I be rockin' this shit like every single day,
I be rockin' this shit like every single day,
I be rockin' this shit like every single day,
Where the parties at? Where the parties at?
Where the parties at? Where the parties at?
I'm lookin' for the poppers, lookin' for the poppers nigga,
Juvenile out here lookin' for the poppers,
I'm lookin' for the poppers, lookin' for the poppers nigga,
Juvenile out here lookin' for the poppers,
Pass me the blunt, so I can get fool,
So me and the crew, can chill with a brew,
Pass me the blunt, so I can get fool,
So me and the crew, can chill with a brew,
Just relax yourself, to that crazy, cool, wicked
Naughty sounding mellow fellow Juvenile,
Cuz he's cold as cheese