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Juvenile - Animal lyrics
[Mannie Fresh] Gentlemen and ladies, it's your boy, the dude Freaky-fre, fre, fre-eh-Fresh We gon' bring it to you somethin like this [Chorus One: Juvenile] Woof, I'm a animal, yes I am a animal I'm a animal, yes I am a animal I'm a animal, yes I am a animal I'm a animal, yes I am a animal [Juvenile] How you just gon' back me up and I'm 2 dollars from bein rich You oughta be grateful a nigga like me even see you BITCH I was thinkin about rockin Arribas, but the gators look nice Nigga was talkin about they was comin out like players tonight They won't let me in with my pistol I'm okay with the knife-a Anything I can get my hands on when the fight starts Could get one of these hoes that's gotta stand, by the right bar Get the wife and she could {?} {?} light stars She ain't stupid, she recognize who it is Enjoy the lyrics on the records, play the songs for the kids For instance, I can come through bouncin in this bitch like what And she's figured this shit, she ready to give that life up Wonderin how do it feel to be with G's like us Be in a better situation than that all night bus You're wild hoe be fuckin up my G's You better get back, I spent six and a quarter for these, ya hear me? [Chorus] [Chorus Two: Juvenile] Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it [Juvenile] I see you watchin how the boy comes to Grover And you wanna overthrown him, knock him off his throne Your potnahs rockin with you 'til they find out who it is Then they gon' try to convince y'all to leave it alone I'm here to sabotage what enemies accomplish They're not about the camouflage, the homies that I ride with I keeps it ghetto for my street people and convicts I don't vouch for nobody, I just make sure I pay homage Hey shorty, this nigga here's a vet like Shaq I don't have to control the ball but I control that rap If I smack you on your ass you gonna throw that back They like it when a gangster take control like that She feels protected when she in that Lexus Givin me head, got me takin all wrong exits I'm not the people you should be upset with I don't mean no harm baby and I'm not sexist [Chorus One + Chorus Two] [Juvenile] A gangsta still fightin charges but he totes that glock Like a junkie with a pipe up in the smoke crack spot I be in every hood, see I knows the block From Watts to one-fo'-fifth by the clothing shops Nope, I ain't rockin with them boys I was with But I'm still blingin and showin off my toys in this bitch When a real nigga show up hoes switch up they games Tell us who they really is and give y'all different names Claimin, she ain't nuttin like them boys be sayin Shit I'm only tryin to knock the pussy outta the frame Look here, I tried to chill but they gave me some mills Me and Mannie back at it, 'bout to get another deal I got my hand wrapped around the steerin wheel Hoes like EWWW they can't understand the grill Skip called me up he got them all on chill Well let's go and get us some hoes so we can do this heah, y'know [Chorus One + Chorus Two] |
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