Juvenile lyrics

Juvenile lyrics

"Solja Rag lyrics"

Fat Sally Lee lyrics
Who's gonna be the dancer of fat sally lee You'll see the men leaving when she comes around so big you won't believe it cause when she's up for dancing and stamping her feet the doctor's heavy breathing You've never seen a gally with so many names like dinosaur-rally and sometimes she won't be there to dance square when she's not carried by her stallion Step one step two and shake you boo

[Intro: [helicopter sound effects]]

[Verse One:]

You 'bout dat paper?
You on top?
You handlin' business?
You doin' swell?
Down with yo' niggaz to da finish?
Are you willin'?
To hit da streetz up and make a killin'?
Are you a villain?
Pushin' a Bentley makin' millions?
Do you do your time?
Without rattin' on your partners?
Do you kill your beef?
With a pistol or a chopper?
Is you da man?
Do you pay all of your bills?
Did you make a plan?
And won't stop 'till it fulfilled?
Can you handle coke?
Can you handle dope?
Ain't afraid to go?
Even though you know?
Look... lil' Daddy...
Do you take care of yo' kids?
Is it clean in yo' crib?
Can't you stand to eat some ribs?
Ain't it scandalous how we live?
You ball with Cash Money?
Do you like Manny track?
Ain't it shive how I rap?
Puttin' New Orleans on the map!
You brush ya t
Fancy Pants lyrics
Better get ready better get steady Better get set to go. Here she comes that's Fancy Pants. She's the slickest she's the quickest chick You'll ever know. That's why they call her Fancy Pants. Look at her rock (Come on Fancy) Look at her roll (Show us how to move) Look at her rock and roll. rhey call her Fancy Pants and if you give her a chance She'll just dance dance dance. Look at her groove and look at her move she's magic They call her Fancy Pants and if
eeth?
You on dem hoes?
You got dem Ree[bok]s on ya feet?
With dem Girbauds?

[Chorus1: 4X]

Then you a SOLJA nigga, put up a solja rag!!!
Put up a soljah rag
Put up a soljah rag

[Verse Two:]

Now what's happenin' wit' you?
You knockin' dem heads off too?
You do what a playa do?
You fuck in the Rochambeau?
You ain't scared to blast?
When you got dat iron witcha
Do you bust his ass?
You acts a ass?
You got ya ski mask?
And ya solja rag?
Look...
You ready to blow a bag?
Can you hustle like it's legal?
Can you avoid da people?
And hotwire your Regal?
You 'bout dat evil?
Look...
You on some ignorant shit?
When that hoe get flip
Now can you punish da bitch?
You like dem Beamers?
You like dem Benz 500s?
You like dem Hummers?
You like dem big fine womens?
You a playa ain't ya?
None of these bitch niggaz cou
Bye lyrics
Moi je ne savais presque pas parler francais quand on s'est connus tous les deux de ton cote tu ne dis pas un mot d'anglais mais tu devinais dans mes yeux et nous etions heureux. Tous les reves sont permis pourtant ce soir je te quitte. Ton coeur a change si vite que nos reves sont finis. Bye bye I love you love you c'etait le plus bel ete de ma vie. I love you cheri. Le coeur meurtri je pars en laissant derriere moi tant de peines tant de jours tant d'am
d fade ya!
The ghetto made ya!
Dope fiends and junkies raised ya!
Do you sleep in suites?
Do you go shopping every week?
When you hit da streetz
You got dem Reeboks on your feet?

[Chorus 2:]

Then you a SOLJA nigga, put up a solja rag!!
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a soljah rag
Put up a soljah rag
Put up a soljah rag
Throw up a soljah rag

[Chorus1: 2X]

[Verse Three:]

Is you a paper chaser?
You got your block on fire?
Remainin' a G?
Until the moment you expire?
You know what it is?
To make nothin' outta somethin'?
You handle your biz?
And don't be cryin'
And its somethin'
Your niggaz is in ya?
You got your girlfriends witcha?
Since you was a kid?
You was a instant wig-splitter?
You twinkle your slug?
You ain't no bitch huh?
You stompin'
A Dreadful Strain lyrics
Under (the) moon, spring time still to come"If I keep questing, I may find some settling!"Jack-in-the-Green show me your droll face of woodLook around at the frightened facesOne man speaks, loud and loud he cries"All those strange fellows must go away to barrows!"Then they all went for a riot indeedTorch in hand and angry glancesBridge:Here is Jenny Greenteeth, twelve miles from the nearest inn(the) innkeeper speaks of filthy tricks, she'
ya box in the mud?
A Hot Boy microwave oven
Tatooted up, booted up
None of you bitches lovin'
Your windows are tinted?
You got a g and a half and you ready to spend it?
You don't fuck with dem Nike tennis?
You play with Barettaz?
You sleep in the Royal Sonesta?
You won't fuck Vanessa?
You got chopperz up on ya dresser?
You believe in GOD?
But can you handle it when its hard?
And represent your ward?
You be stalkin' the boulevard?

[Chorus 3:]

Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag

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