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
Tradução: Juvenil. Mantenga Talkin '.
: [Intro] Yeah man, Real Talk New York Yeah man, Street F-F-F-Fitted, Damn Yeah man [Chorus] Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!) Round and Round
know your clap We all juveniles, we all been through some trials And some tribulations, I'm in this booth pacin' What do I say next should I talk about
clap we all juveniles we all been through some trials, and some tribulations, Im in this booth pacing, what do I say next, should I talk about some cars
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
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 clean
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
off the reel Dont tolerate that talkin Bitch u can make the walkin Patrollers is where im groaking The only way that we are talkin If your breath
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
: [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
-bee Check my styles, check my files I've been gangbangin since I was a juvenile They cut me loose in nine-deuce I swore to tell the whole truth Keep
fee keep yo' girl on yo' bankrole See me switchin' blowin' out kisses dudes don't know what they be missin' I'm the type of girl you need keep some cookin
