looked like Duran Duran Not now, not now baby, don't take this moment from me Not now, not now baby, wait till tomorrow, I'll be leaving Not now, not now
known to be a Juvenile just like me Would'ja see that my words were a little bit cold a little bit trife Down with Tec Mafia Juvenile fa life Chorus: [
Thugs Is The Masta They Die, And There's No Competition, No Competition!!!! Tear The Roof Off The Mothafucka I Put A Boot Off In A Mothafuckas Ass Still
many things to do So little time a nigga really got to do it in Man I be ready for war in my fatigues and boots From the minute nigga step outside Nina
Everything's gonna be alright now (it's gonna be alright) Everything's gonna be alright (it's gon' be alright) Everything's gonna be alright now (it's
could be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got, we got I still be the thuggish ruggish nigga Dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, and boots
up on me Nigga me fucked up now Little time they screamin' on 6-5 That's whenna me jumped up, I'm out now Little nigga playin' wid them police in the
chose to leave And hey there senorita, With your playboys in their Spanish bandanas French cream won't soften those boots, baby French kisses will not
you're daddy's little girl? Well tonight you a freak. She grab my hand And brought me right upstairs And then she make me say... Whoa oh [repeated] (Like we always do) Now everybody now
: "Live and direct" One little two little three little putos Tried to jack me they got the boot-o Taking no shit when push comes to shove 'Cause the
cones Split the seed and grow you like clones Don't start-me-up, cause I'm not the Rolling Stones But I get stoned with a little help from my friends
not on parents They've forgotten too Go to sleep now little ugly Go to sleep now you little fool Forty-winking in the belfry You'll not feel the drowning
the wind gust, it's hot and muggy, dusty Bust a couple shots, make sure I'm not rusty It's passed noon, he should be here soon I sip a little moonshine
s gusty, it's hot, muggy and dusty Bust a couple shots, make sure I'm not rusty It's passed noon, he should be here soon Sip a little moonshine inside
bout that, psychotherapy You buggin where the couch at? Wu, til they bury me Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree Now it's cherry pie - if it's not
Its not you imagination, its not a bad trippie, yes thats him - Its the big smelly hippy! Hello Mr.Hippy, nice to meet ya. Hey, got a little shit between
, I don't play that Just because I got on my L.A. hat Stalkin' walking in my big black boots Is my jingle, now you want Mandingo Big, black and handsome
