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Juvenile - Set It Off lyrics
Mannie Fresh: Era-era.. (scratching) Juvenile: Kick ass! MF: Mmm-hmm J: C'mon! MF: Uhh-hunh, Mmm-hmm... J: Ya'll boys don't know nothin' bout me! MF: Mmm-hmm, Uhh-hunh... J: Whodi! MF: Ladies and Gentlemen!! I'm a TC soldier, New Orleans stunna. If a bitch leave me, I'ma take everythang from her. The fya (???) cane, told ya mama (???) clean ya room up. I'ma find me some new pussy, and buy a 4-runna! I walk with a limp cause my nuts heavy. And I like it from the back so hold ya butt steady. I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin. Lil' mama, I love pussy, but I ain't lickin. Now, prepare yo'self for a smooth dickin. You don't want it? Girl you don't know what you missin. I'm the baddest boss nigga walkin. You ain't heard? I got a team of headbusta's, waitin' to give em the word. I got a few in the east coast, a few in the west. Down south give me a "W", what up to the rest! Can't forget about the ghetto where they strugglin to death. No matter what I do, dog. I love my set! MF: Ladies and Gentlemen!!! (Chorus 2x) J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup? J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup? MF: Uh-hunh... J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup? MF: Mm-Hmmm... J: Set it off in this muthafucka! J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup? MF: Mm-Hmmm... J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup? MF: Uh-hunh... J: WHHOOODDI! Whassup? MF: Mm-Hmmm... J: Set it off in this muthafucka! The nigga-the-nigga-the 'Nile's in this bitch, get right! Fuck what you heard on the street, it's CMR for life! Still ridin' on dubs, drippin' brown and 'mike. Jump stupid if you want, bitch we gon' clown tonight! We got 25 choppers in the V-I-P! Cristow, imported yak, and a pound of weed. I know u wait'n for me to get drunk and follow me home. Picture what I'ma give you though, a shot to ya dome. Fuck it, if you want some be talkers. They gon' get hit too. I'm really not givin' a fuck, don't guess I get you! Jank, Fresh, Joe, Bubba, You gotta admit it, ha? Juvy a muthafucka! I'm a (???) G though (???), executin' the plan. Got a vision of the 3rd ward rulin' the land. Pullin' up on ho's tellin' 'em to jump in the van. "Mami, please come break off just me and my man?" (Chorus 2x) 55% of these niggas is fake, the otha 45% be handlin' they weight. 55% of these women is ho's, the otha 45% be playin' they role. Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer! Take these muthafuckin' cuffs off of us! We ain't killed nobody and this car for us. And ridin' on 20's is the law for us! I ain't from France but excuse my French, Fuck ya if ya hatin', nigga! Say that then! I been dealin' with you bitches since way back when. Plus I kept a fire duck off the lay back end. They say my mama bling bling, and JD tight, Cuz Juvy takin' care so everything alright. Bitches see the Silver Seph' with the phat ass pipes. Bein' followed by some niggas on some bad ass bikes. (Chorus 2x) (Softly in the background) MF: Mmm-hmmm... Uhh-hunhh... Mmm-hmmm... J: Now, bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce. Now, bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce. Set it off in this muthafucka! MF: Mmm-hmmm... Uhh-hunhh... Mmm-hmmm... J: Now, bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce. Now, bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce. Set it off in this muthafucka! J: WHOODDDII! Playa? WHOOODDII! Playa? WHOODDDII! Set it off in this muthafucka! MF: Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! J: WHOODDDII! C'mon! WHOOODDII! C'mon! WHOODDDII! C'mon! Set it off in this muthafucka! J: Playa? P-P-Playa? MF: Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya heard'z me??? J: Playa? P-P-Playa? Whodi |
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