look at me [Chorus] He's a democrat He's republican There's a fight and a race who's gonna win Put your differences aside man if you can Cos there's
made a lil paper now Walk around like dats what shaped us now It?s funny how they all wanna be gangstas now But you will know it when I walk up on ya
It's Choppa city in my neighborhood (south baton rouge Nigga, What!) 4's Up 4's Down Long clips and choppas, in this hood whea they don't give a damn
what happens when You see you can't just play with people's feelings Tell them you love them and don?t mean it You?ll probably say that it was juvenile
scratch off? I'm from the underground, my sound lift Platform shoes to bitches, fo'-hundred pounds Get up, stand up, back up, push up Jump up, act up
my probation There's a lot of kinky shit that's goin' on in the club We be popping ecstasy lookin' for woman to hug I promised not to get you caught up
motion for me, slow motion for me, move in slow motion for me It's like I got the world in my palm, your girl up under my arm She fucked up from the
Uh huh, uh huh Mic check, one, two It's Juvenile comin' through Uh uh, c'mon, c'mon Who the man? If I ain't it, nigga can't claim it I can take a small
, that's all statistics Just turn the lights down and it's ballerific This not the right spot to let ya daughters visit It's some freaks up in here and it's
, that's all I'm asking" "'Cause I know you don't know none of them people" "Man, I know Juvenile, I know his brother I know Lill'" "What's his brother
up (Na, na, na, na, na) After you back it up, then stop Then wha, wha, what, drop drop it like it's hot Now after you back it up, then stop Now, wha
it takes to get the bread, I'm goin' through it Tryin' to get my pockets swole up Juvenile is 'bout to blow up That third-ward sign I'ma throw up when
't nothin for me to give her a smack (what'chu need?) I need a bitch that'll get up on a plane Put it up in the pussy and come back on a train (when
Up in the mornin' in the court, it's 'bout to go down There's no remorse now, better expose rounds Them jackets be on the lose until' the dope is found Juvenile
IT UP, PUMP IT UP! OWW! (GET LOOSE NOW!) A PARTY, BABY! (SAY WHAT, SAY WHAT!) 2 LIVE, BABY! (IT AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT A PARTY!) IT'S '98! (COME ON, LET'S
to the Yang Up in this thang D to da roc My Nigga Kaine Open it cut Pouring it up Rolling it up Holding it up Aint her ass swollen or what? Yes sir yes
Yang up in this thang D to the roc, my nigga Kaine Up in the cut, pouring it up Rolling it up, holding it up Ain't her ass swollen or what? Yes sir,
a problem child, running wild in the night Livin on a not-so-safe set of life Caught up in the rapture, quick to blast ya Neglected as a juvenile, so