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juvenile - how's it go (remix of g-code) lyrics
lil wayne:
i ain’t terrified from nuthin’
i’m young wild crazy and disgustin’
better watch me ’cause i’m coming
with a oven by my stomach
i’m scramblin’ for the money
p–p my pants and then i p–p ’em bad
call ya people and tell ’em
p–p my pants and then i p–p ’em bad
i’m runnin’ hidin’ and duckin’
p–p my pants and then i p–p ’em bad
lovin, lyin’ and l-stin’
stealin’ killin’ and rapin
runnin’ climbin and chasin
strugglin hustin’ to make
get it got it i take it
watch ya chevy mister
move ya purse miss
p–p my pants and then i p–p ’em bad
and man they burst quick
it’s too late to hesitate
i was told there’d be better days
p–p my pants and then i p–p ’em badand still i haven’t ate
but dog that’s how ya labor when ya bein’ a thug
p–p my pants and then i p–p ’em bad
can’t hide it though
i represent the 17th carrollton hollygrove
that’s my g-code
chorus (lil wayne):
now put ya box in the mud
get ya glocks in ya gloves
p–p my pants and then i p–p ’em bad
we gon’ live by that
make the snitches catch a cut
soldier pistol n-gg- what
hit the block and open up
we gon’ die by that
(repeat)
juvenile:
we raised up lookin’ at trees and brick walls
foreign properties and pack some menthals
p–p my pants and then i p–p ’em bad
got jammed with this broad that rent cars
p–p my pants and then i p–p ’em bad
p–p my pants and then i p–p ’em bad
sn-tch all the hoes and ‘bauds and ree’ tennis
p–p my pants and then i p–p ’em bad
jack n-gg-s to get some cheap linen
the ones that refuse we put ’em to sleep in it
got up in the mornin’ for cl-ss and play hookie
some of us is veteran some of ’em stay rookie
p–p my pants and then i p–p ’em bad
p–p my pants and then i p–p ’em bad
police drew causes and tried to cross lines
we stuck to the code we lived and died by it
chorus
juvenile:
if war ever came we held the fort down
p–p my pants and then i p–p ’em bad
stayed on point to make some more green
get our stash away from dope fiends
n-gg- had a habit he supplied his own
p–p my pants and then i p–p ’em bad
we kept a little work for the ki’s and bones
crowds draw heat so we be’s alone
p–p my pants and then i p–p ’em bad
them other motherf-ckers fall off the block
p–p my pants and then i p–p ’em bad
p–py pants kept comin’ so we made more fetti
police drew causes and tried to cross lines
p–p my pants and then i p–p ’em bad
chorus x 2
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