somethin' new (Why not) Shit, I'm ridin' somethin' green, somethin' blue (Why not) They gon' respect it when a gangsta come through (Why not) They doin' numbers, we'll do somethin' too (W-w-why not
why not) Shit I'm ridin somethin green, somethin blue (why not) They gon' respect it when a gangsta come through (why not) They doin numbers, we'll do somethin too (why not
Übersetzung: Jugendlich. Why Not.
say (ya heard me) [Verse 2: Juvenile] You got alot of nerve They talkin alot of hurt Only round yo homies, when I'm round you know, not a word I'm a
: First Verse: {B.G.} Ya see I'm not takin' no fuckin' shorts nigga come with it all Yeah you got to stand tall and have yo back against the wall Nigga
Understand this is all he know and it's all he see Which is why they known to be a Juvenile just like me Would'ja see that my words were a little bit
he gon' take it, try to sweep me off my feet That's why I keep my eyes wide, nigga cross that line they gon' die Leave your families clueless, and questionin' why
get capped coroners pickin em up Heavy tried to hide his shit, nigga try to stall ya He said "Why you robbin me I got _Nuttin But Love_ for ya!" Caught Juvenile
time Before I die my momma she carry me no comma Niggaz bitches and drama I recollect walking and stoppin' Cops not even checking on me, juvenile delinquent
would hate for you to be stranded at the laundromat I got your back Why don't you put your laundry basket in the back And sit up front, not askin' it'
from N.Y. It's I illifyin, dope rhyme supplyin I be all you need to rock these mic devices Projectile Shaolin style exiles your juvenile freestyle I'm not
: You've been a juvenile WIth a dophin smile With no elbow room With your body in bloom You've had your little backyard Protected by big walls You didn
they saw I'm running with bad boys (that's right) Here come another man Unlike no other man Candy coated whoa! Switching every other lane Ya'll help me Why
: Intro: Xzibit, [J-Ro] I really wish I could you know at twenty-one youknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo [I'ma tell you exactly why I do the things I
: [First Verse] X-Raided locc never was a choir boy Ya folks got a gang of priors Maybe that's why one-time's be triflin Tryin to give a young nigga
do or die, cousin Aimin' straight for your head, makin' sure you die, cousin They dressin' in black, prepared for combat Ridin' four deep strapped with choppers and macks Not
Shorty, when tha next time imma be up in your bed I love you? you love me? Well go head on and gimme some head [Chorus: 2x (Juvenile)] Loud pipes big
