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Juvenile
Juvenile


Информация
Настоящее имя Terius Gray
Дата рождения 26 марта 1975 г.
Место рождения New Orleans, Louisiana United States
Жанры Hip-hop
Rap
Годы 1994—н.в.
Лейблы Atlantic Records
Cash Money Records
E1 Music
Сайт Website



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Альбом Juvenile


Being Myself (07.02.1995)
07.02.1995
1.
Being Myself Intro
2.
Betcha' 20 Dollars (Bounce II)
3.
What Cha Gotta Do
4.
G-Ing Men (feat. Ivan)
5.
Power Bag
6.
7.
8.
9.
Somethin I Forgot
10.
Sling it to Tha Back
11.
12.
Shout Out
13.
Radio Dial
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Being Myself Intro

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Betcha' 20 Dollars

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What Cha Gotta Do

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[Juvenile]
Talking for the freaks and the girls getting they're blocks up
Talking for the freaks and the girls getting they're blocks up
They calling me back telling they want another chance
Nigga gonna go ask the girl, am I right
Nigga gonna go ask the girl, am I right
Nigga gonna go ask the girl, am I right

[Juvenile]
I met a freak from uptown
Talking saying I was young
And she could give me spun for tounge
Welcome to the home of the G-ing men
Had to figure out my uptown friends
Welcome to the home of the G-ing men
Had to figure out my uptown friends

[Juvenile]
Thought I was a dummy
Thought I was a young fool
And then they didn't believe it was little Juv
Then the thing I did made you change your mind
Like freak named Sharon
Said she was big and fun
But guess what yo, I geed her
I see you murder too much energy
So does Gia
I see you murder too much energy
So does Gia
I see you murder too much energy
So does Gia
I say to my nigga house and he Gia
Went back uptown, burned like a heater

[Juvenile]
For one evening
A quarter after three
Twinkle my goal
And put on some clothes
And that might have been for real
Now don't be sweatin
Just give him the praise
Arguing cause I'm thuggin again
I make a visit every day
And I be swurving
And fellas that he bout
After I smoke the weed
That I need
And weaking cause I'm pleading one more right now
I see all them ladies
Over and over again
You can bet that my magnolia
Is like I told ya
To keep the G in me

[Juvenile]
Talking for the freaks and the girls getting they're blocks up
Talking for the freaks and the girls getting they're blocks up
Pick a little rocker, she's a nasty little girl
Pick a little rocker, she's a nasty little girl
I had dump in this playa world
Drop your draws and come over here stick ya
And she could jack me a little quicker
Drop your draws and come over here stick ya
And she could jack me a little quicker

[Juvenile]
Oh no baby, oh no baby
Trying to jump around, but they just can't fake me
Oh no baby, oh no baby
Trying to jump around, but they just can't fake me
Talking for the freaks and the girls getting they're blocks up
Talking for the freaks and the girls getting they're blocks up
Talking for the freaks and the girls getting they're blocks up
They calling me back telling they want another chance
Come back and let me rape ya
They calling me back telling they want another chance

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Power Bag

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Pass Azz Nigga
Pass Azz Nigga
Pass Azz Nigga
Pass Azz Nigga
Pass Azz Nigga
Pass Azz Nigga

[Juvenile]
Everybody wanna be a real azz nigga
Sometimes they wanna fight cha
Sometimes they pull the trigger
Everybody wanna be a real azz nigga
Sometimes they wanna fight cha
Sometimes they pull the trigger

What does it take to be a real azz nigga?
You coward azz nigga, you fake azz nigga
First thing, you gotta be down, ya heard me
So listen to your ma and don't get mad trying to serve me
Now a days niggas be starting a rappin
Jealous out they're mouth cause they know what I'm stressing
It's true, niggas take me way way back
To my home, to my home, to my ma and my mac
I love my boys they have alot of respect yah
I be Juvenile, I'll never forget ya

[Juvenile]
Now I'm about to talk about these niggas
The ones that talk alot of shit and make their rump a little bigger
If you be stutterin, you a pass azz nigga,
pass azz nigga, a pass azz nigga
If you don't like me, you a pass azz nigga,
pass azz nigga, a pass azz nigga
Now I'm about to talk about these niggas
The ones that talk alot of shit and make their rump a little bigger
If you be stutterin, you a pass azz,
pass azz, a pass azz nigga
If you don't like me, you a pass azz,
pass azz, a pass azz nigga

[Juvenile]
Niggas are droppin
Police is stoppin
They jump in your car
Just to see who you are
So I'm a pass azz nigga
Just come and handcuff a nigga
Pass azz, pass azz, pass coward azz nigga

[Juvenile]
The niggas in my hood ain't nuttin but hustlers
You say you might be down, but we still don't trust ya
We knew his face, we didn't know his name
Bout to show this motherfucker we true to the game
My boy grabbed a nine and I grabbed a 47
A 37 and grabbed a mack 11
We see these fellas trying creepin our tape
Put fire on his ass and blew the fucker away
He tried to run, but we caught him on the melia
Had to take him out cause he's a pass azz nigga
Pass azz nigga, pass azz nigga, pass azz nigga
I can't stand no pass azz nigga
Pass azz nigga, pass azz nigga
I can't stand no pass azz nigga
Pass azz nigga, pass azz nigga

[Juvenile]
Where ya from, Where ya from
I come, I come from right out the magnolia
Coming, coming, coming straight from the magnolia
Coming, coming, coming straight from the magnolia
Coming, coming, coming straight from the magnolia
Pass Azz Nigga
Pass Azz Nigga
Pass Azz Nigga
Pass Azz Nigga
Pass Azz Nigga
Pass Azz Nigga

[Juvenile]
You used to be real, you used to be down
But you turned a bitch when quick left town
You used to be in the clan, and all that cest
But now I heard you even less
Like a nigga like me out from the magnolia
When you like a bitch, and went out like a solja
Everytime I see you all in the mess
You got the slugs in your mouth, swear to god, you a pimp
With your shine ass car and nothin left
Got niggas selling boards and mef's
Pass Azz Nigga
Pass Azz Nigga
Pass Azz Nigga
Pass Azz Nigga
Pass Azz Nigga
Pass Azz Nigga


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Chorus:

Now you can't hang around, my crew or my clique,
Especially if you ain't about no gangsta shit,
You can't hang around, my crew or my clique,
Especially if you ain't about no gangsta shit

First Verse:

Kirby's round the corner playin' bones with Russ,
I'm waitin' for my bitch to get off of the bus,
She told me she could make it to my house by twelve,
So we could get it on, just amongst ourselves,
She came to, I had a blunt to blow,
After that, I'ma be ready to fuck this hoe,
I ran up in it for an hour or so,
Put her back in the bus and took a route to the store,
Picked up some brew for the rest of my crew,
And a couple of cigars for a blunt or two,
Headed for the D.J. Way on Teledonna,
Now this area was all about drama,
Hoes was sweatin', I had my shades on,
Ready to put the dick on any bitch that I played on,
Now what's the haps with you and your clique?
I don't think you want no more gangsta shit,
Mo I can roll, I'm just a baller from the South,
Ready to knock any muthafuckin' pussy out,
I got bitches on the side wanna ride with nine,
But don't understand the way that I kicks the style,
But I'm a flexor, to riggedy-wrecks-a nigga from the Nolia,
I'm goin' out everytime when I kick I'm like a solja,
Niggas don't understand the way that I flow,
The fliz-no is slow, so check this out bro

Chorus

Second Verse:

I kicks the shit that make them niggas say "ooh",
That'll make them hoes say "Yeah, that must be that nigga Juv",
I'm from the, wild side of the city,
What a pity, I'm wild, like a muthafuckin' crazed Frank Nitty,
I'm not the old days nigga that's comin' with the gats,
Nigga where you at? Nigga where you at? Nigga where you at?
Give me a bag of powder, watch me twitch,
I might go crazy and wanna kill in this bitch,
I seen a lot of niggas talk shit about me,
But don't know a muthafuckin' thing about me,
So keep my name outta your mouth and you just might just don't see the glock,
POP everytime I see your ass on my block,
Shop close for the hoes, that used to think that Juv would trick,
But bitch how you feel? Cuz you ain't got shit,
Niggas wanna play these games and don't know,
That I am the wickedest one you know bro,
I'm just a nigga from off the side,
So what's up? I'm bout to rock in the house, right?
Microphone check one two, now what's the haps?
It's time for me to put my neighborhood on the map,
I'm from the neighborhood of the wild Magnolia,
Home of the killas, the trillas, the soljas,
Droppin' muthafuckas like an everyday habit,
If I see your fine, sexy bitch, I'ma stab it,
Comin' from my head, my skin tone is red,
Ready to put the muthafuckin' black boy to bed,
I ain't never was afraid of no war,
Cuz where I come from, we snort powder and we roar

Chorus

Third Verse:

I'm in the Nolia, lookin' for the Poppers,
Took me a hit off the blunt, then I spot her,
Hoe that I know, bout twenty years of age,
A pepper-red bitch with extensions in her head,
Now she was the type to put you in a plot ball,
Her last old man done got his head knocked off,
But fuck I want the pussy so let's see what she's about,
She gave me the phone number and the address to her house,
I passed by late, she stayed on South Mero,
Walked in the door with my three eight zero,
Popped on that ass, got her nothin', I was outty,
Now she calls me sayin' how she feel about me,
"Come back to me, Juvenile, I'm beggin' you please",
"Won't you just come back to me, Juvenile, I'm beggin' you please",
Now, if I was King, just imagine that shit,
I'd have the Queen back smackin' that bitch,
Now drop to your knees and kiss, and you tease,
Of that, hell of a guy Mister J-U-V,
I want riches, fuck bitches and them hoes,
No better than a sweater, fella, cuz I won't let her,
Hoe blow my head off, and take me off ground,
Knowin' inside that a bitch could bring me down,
Juvenile let a hoe trap me?
That ain't the hamp, I'm on the map aiyyo I'm in the house,
And I'm on the map G


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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'all,
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 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,
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 me to show you what the Juvenile's about,
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,

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Somethin I Forgot

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Sling it to Tha Back

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[Juvenile]
Why does Juvenile gotta suffer so much
All this love in the hood keeps me in a fuss
Last night, me and the fellas almost got smoked
We heard gunshots and we said "we all broke"
A 2 mile chase hitting corners quick
Thank god we alright and made it to the bricks
Now I gotta carry a nine i guess
These brothas try to peel my cap, so I gotta put em to rest
Now is it really worth the fighting and fuss
We killed one of them, they killed one of us
A young teenage black male
Gave em a brand new 40 and he got locked in jail
They say thats how it's supposed to be
But I don't think that kind of life was chosen for me
So I send up the sin I pray
To the Lord to conversate
To end all of this hate

Chorus:
Living inside ghetto is not a joke, not a joke
I keep on seeing fellas from hood getting smoked
Living inside ghetto is not a joke, not a joke
I keep on seeing fellas from hood getting smoked
Living inside ghetto is not a joke, not a joke
I keep on seeing fellas from hood getting smoked
Living inside ghetto is not a joke, not a joke
I keep on seeing fellas from hood getting smoked

[Juvenile]
I wouldn't be alive if I didn't say
I'm the type of person that praise everyday
Brothas in the hood ain't the same
They got a gun and they change
Now they say I changed cause I'm making records
But I'm still in the hood handing out some chicken
Teenage sistas getting happy drawls
Used to be quiet, now she do it all
It's hard to undertsand this shit
And everybody I question say "life's a bitch"
My life is a bitch, because I made it that
So I'm praying to the Lord, please change me back

Chorus

[Juvenile]
My family's not together like they should be
And I don't think they ever will be
My grandma is the only one that says she loves us
So whats the reason for the everyday scream fuss
Daddy just got killed last week
For my boy on the curb, may he rest in peace
Then they went and killed Teck
Now I'm thinking "is the Juv next?"
I don't wanna run when I can't hide
Lord if I go, just make sure I'm on your side

Chorus


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Shout Out

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Radio Dial

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