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What's Up With That?

アーティスト:Juvenile 

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Juvenile: Look... Uh.. Cash Money nigga, Juvenile nigga, Put a limit to the bullshit and give me some space. Nigga recognize a G in me when I'm in a place. I get mad and delibrately spit in yo' face. I ain't no pretty boy, nigga, I'm a felony case. My daddy was slangin' iron back in seventy eight. Is you listenin' to a nigga? Am I settin' it straight? The next one of you nigga's that come at me sideways, Will be entertained with four or five K's. Prolly might get killed in four or five ways. Prolly won't be found for four or five days. You read it in the paper in bout four or five days. You hid in the hood, about four or five flames. Better not tell me shit when I'm upsetted. Cause I'll catch a flashback and all ya'll get wetted. Around the way they call me "Snap and Pop" Cause I snap a clip up in the Mac and let it pop. Baby (of Big Tymers): Look, nlaya. If you pull that bitch, you better shoot that bitch. Reppin' for them ho's will get your wig split quick. You abusin' that shit? You prolly shootin' that shit. I'm "Mr. Bling Bling", nigga, fuck that shit. You can find me in my Rover gettin' head from a bitch. You can catch me on a block, breakin' bread with the clique. You can fine me on the lot, buyin' a matchin' six. Lorenzo kit with buttons on that bitch. I'll hit a pawn shop and buy gats for the clique. Nigga, ask the Ruff Ryders if we real with it, slick. I took em to the mansion that I laid out slick. With them Hummers, Bentley, and Jag in this bitch. I'm the number one, whodi, I don't talk no shit. Look at all this ice and how I poppin' that shit. Nigga, grease me up, I'll stick you up. Nigga put your hands up before a fuck you up. [CHORUS] (2x): Lil' Wayne: (Ay, ay, ay) Now whussup with that? Cause you know us don't play, We bust the gats...


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