the taste right up out of your mouth, pow "I wa, I wa", that's what I'm talkin' about, pow Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow Keep talkin'
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth (POW!) Smack the taste right up out of your mouth (POW!) "I wa-, I wa-" That's what I'm talkin' about (POW!) Keep
Übersetzung: Jugendlich. Keep Talkin '.
: First Verse: [Juvenile] Scraped my elbow jumpin' the fence Creepin' through the grass camoflauged lookin' for them Cowards, non-believers, contradictors
brain Carry and shoot that old 50 plus Out the clip these bullets rush, leave ya fuckin head bust Wuz up, I freeze beef like a deep freezer Ya talk noise
i'ma sell my cocain and lay they ass down 'G' Under Pressure (Tupac) yeah, look here tho Runnin wild I never smiled as a juvenile even now I keep
smackin' 'em wit' platinum And they hate it cause we made it, that's what we keep that eye for (that eye for) I represent it cause I'm in it, UTP until I'm finished Juvenile
the streets Pants saggin' with my gun in my draws Just to keep on movin' now Just to keep on movin' now Just to keep on movin' now Just to keep on movin
to fuck up yo' anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit MC's submit to the will as I kill your juvenile freestyle
sit comfortably, they lappin up Who shit is big pimpin? See the flow different I drop heavy then I let the four-fifth flip em I keep rappers talkin
: (feat. B.G., Juvenile) [Baby] Uh, what's happenin? What Uptown, New Orleans in this bitch with VA, you understand? With this hot girl, Missy Fuckin
this Verse One: You see I don't like to remenisce about the past The lower class, no clout livin' hand to mouth Each and every wrong move the police keep
walk one day in the shoes of a criminal death disease keep your luxuries to a minimal I'm not talkin' about weed, jewels, & Bentleys I'm talkin' about
: [Wayne] What, wha, wha, wha, wha What, wha, wha, wha, wha Cash Mo-ney Millionairs So take it there [Juvenile] Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow
slug It's street smarts, plenty niggaz that keep spots When the heat starts, ain't nobody got sweethearts Callin weak shots, you could come try to cheap talk
whole damn world knew it! Now Paul McCartney losing half of his life All because he got divorced from his wife Somebody said it's cheapa to keep her But
juvenile show a nigga some tities like girls gone wild tear off this clip of clothes, I wanna see you in the nude you can keep on your high heel shoes
