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Poison Clan - Juveniles lyrics
DEBONAIRE: Yo wussup my nigga where the fuck you been? JT MONEY: Shit, I jus' came from round a bitch house tryin to get a lil pussy, y'know I'm sayin? DEB: Oh, my nigga, I ????? to do the shit by myself! JT: Shit, do what, what you bout to do, man? DEB: Tell these people bout this muthafuckin juvenile situation. JT: So what's stoppin you? Shit, I'm here! DEB: Oh, oh you wit this my nigga? JT: You damn right I'm wit it, nigga! DEB: Aaight, so you know, we'll just fuck it up y'know I'm sayin? JT: Well go ahead, fuck it up. DEB: Aaight, boom, check this out: [Debonaire] I know by now you musta heard how wild we get But now it's time to hear the juvenile shit And talkin bout juveniles the Clan we must 'Cause everybody goes through what happened to us See, everybody's gonna be or was a juvenile Adults even know that these times are wild Me and JT had to learn the hard way 'Cause hey, we couldn't trust what parents say Like rubbers, I used to be too cool for 'em Bitches askin bout 'em, I used to ignore 'em Mother used to tell me but I had to learn Some hoes'll give you a third degree burn But no one's had the battle, and now I'm a stranger To hoes that need a sign that says "Keep Out, Danger" Yeah, I tell you, my nigga, them hoes'll burn a muthafucka y'know I'm sayin? Fuckin round with them dog-ass hoes not usin no rubbers and all that crazy shit, y'know I'm sayin? JT: True.But yo, Deb, check it out, [JT Money] Have you ever, had a girl you wanted to do it with, But ain't know that somethin would ruin it? Bust this, I had a girl willin I was too, but Jimmy was chillin Man, I mean this girl was sweaty and wet But lil' JT just wouldn't erect Oh shit!Why me?How could this be? JT bein dissed by Jimbrowski? Like I needed a sex instructor When normally, there, I'da been fucked her Sayin to myself, "Man, I don't know" If wasn't shit wrong with me, somethin was wrong with that hoe Yo, I might've avoided maybe catchin AIDS A day later, Trigga slayed her, now he's pissin razor blades DEB: Damn my nigga, Trigga done fucked up for real this time, I tell you boy! JT: You know it, shit, I'm glad I ain't fucked that hoe, that'd be a raggedy-ass fuckin week! DEB: ...'round here gettin burned them dusty ass hoes raggedy bitches ... anyway I tell you, my nigga, check this out - my nigga, my parents, my nigga, they be jockin me like a muthafucka y'know I'm sayin? JT: For what? DEB: 'Bout school and all that crazy shit! JT: Oh, oh, shit, you ain't sayin nothin, my ol' gran'm talkin bout the same shit! DEB: Well anyway check this out: [Debonaire] I'm a juvenile, tired of adults Talkin bout consequences and results 'Cause through it all I make the same choice which is Sayin FUCK SCHOOL to take home the bitches I took a hoe to the crib, and yo, bust it I used my last rubber, knowin I could trust it But goin up in this bitch, I could barely breathe Now that's some abuse to receive I was nearly unconscious on the verge of death When I could no longer hold my breath I just about fell out from inhaling the fumes I woke up in the mornin, aired out the rooms And now because of this bitch, I'ma kill The next hoe to disregard the Messengil Oh lawd my nigga I tell you, that pussy was stinky as a muthafucka! Fuck that bitch if she ever come around me again! JT: Damn that ?????? .... what the fuck you fuckin with them stank hoes for? [JT Money] Check this out, I was loungin, coolin by the Brougham A bitch comes up talkin bout, take her home Yo, at first, I wasn't wit it I saw the ass on that bitch, and I did it Now stuff like this happens all the time Nuttin but sex goin through my mind From the suspense I don't know how I survived My dick was so hard we went in overdrive Pulled up to a crib, saw a Caddy Brougham I got no sex 'cause her daddy was home DEB: Damn, man that's fucked up man, for real, I'll tell you though, ?????? JT: 'ey that bitch faked me up man I don't fuck wit the hoe no more, ???? DEB: True. Aiyyo check this out man, my nigga, man, I be gettin my report cards y'know I'm sayin? Daddy'll think a tough guy weak or somethin my nigga, be tryin to front on me y'know I'm sayin? JT: I bet he be kickin yo ass. DEB: You got me fucked up, I ain't havin that shit! JT: I bet he bust yo ass, I bet he bust yo ass. DEB: Yo, yo check this out my nigga ... JT: Wussup? [Debonaire] Yo, every report card I get all F's Goin tow to tow with dad, yo, without no rest Every time I get a card he always seems to know 'Cause he greets me at the door with a knockout blow So, I said MMMMM, and got hip to it The next report card came, Daddy-o knew it And waitin by the door to put a blitz in effect But Daddy-o forgot to make a situation check I creeped up behind him with a four-by-four Tapped him on the shoulder, and wired his jaw He musta learned a lesson of being convinced 'Cause he ain't ask about my report cards since Yeah, that nigga know what time it is now! Hadda fuck that old nigga up, I mean, playa ain't gonna swing on his own son y'know I'm sayin? I hadda get some straighenin! JT: Goddamn boy, I thought I was wild! Yo, check this shit out right here: [JT Money] I'm a menace to society, juvenile delinquint Can't stand school 'cause I'm in trouble frequent Livin in the office like it's my class See, if school's about trouble, maybe then I'll pass Suckas be frontin tryin to pull my card I just drop 'em and dip, but not from them, they're security guards Comin like ???, hot on my trail Realized, got wise and broke like hell They finally caught up, took me down to the office [Mr. Mixx as the Principal] Say boayyy, you know you can't get off this JT, you're a fuckin disgrace! Get yo muthafuckin ass outta my goddamn place! DEB: Aww man, they tried you, man, you got suspended, man! JT: I don't give a fuck about no suspension, no muthafuckin, fuck school, man, I don't need that shit, I'm the Mack Daddy, y'know I'm sayin, I'm gettin paid, I'm bankin! DEB: True, my nigga, we, you know, you livin like a villain, y'know I'm sayin, Debonaire's bad, the Devil's Dad, y'know I'm sayin! JT: Hold up Deb, hold up Deb, you got people listenin to you and shit! Hey y'all, y'all don't do as we do, we two low life muthafuckas, we livin like villains, y'know I'm sayin? DEB: That's what I'm sayin, you know, my nigga, shit, my man Drugz, my nigga ain't go to school since like third grade, we just don't give a fuck, y'know I'm sayin? JT: Hey, but shit, see it ain't like that, see I tried to do shit right, even though I wouldn't, but the shit ain't happened! DEB: Now that's a muthafuckin lie, y'know I'm sayin? JT: Hey, I'm tryin to go to school, y'know, but I'm down with ????? fuckin me up! DEB: We, yo, put it this way, we two goddamn bad influence muthafuckas, JT: I'm not ... DEB: don't do shit like us, don't try this shit at home. JT: Hey, I'll go - hey, fuck it, I'll go to school. DEB: Hey, anyway, my nigga, yo, we outta here, y'know I'm sayin, we outie! JT: Peace. |
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