Off Top (feat. Big Tymers) - Juvenile

We have them bitches like it was unplugged Its Weezy Wee, Mannie Fresh, and Unplugged We have them bitches like it was unplugged Weezy, Fresh, and Unplugged Give me a big fine bitch in a dress One put them lips in effect Suck the dick 'til the shit in her chest You can piss on her brest I like that shit Project hoes like that dick Don't bite that dick Give me a spanish sweet hoe Black from Puerto Rico Freak ho', specialize in givin' me deep throat Really don't care how short how plump, short or thick Give me head, don't care, swallow cum don't spit Aww shit, I like them Jamicians and them Hatians Niggas can't take it when they shake an make me rape 'em White girl's I video tape 'em and they enjoy it They love it when everybody saw it Its off tha chain High yellow Mexican bitches they all for brain But watch them hoes who want the change Its not a game Or short cuban hoe, With a fat ass though An I'll keep the bitch just like Fidel Castro Tell me what you like Let me tell you what I like If you goin' on an breakin' me off by the end of the night You can ride with me Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans Ain't tryin' to make a love scene Truly I just want you to break me off Weezy the hottest Drinkin' Barcadi I stream through the scene on a Lincon on robbers Lookin' for the finest dime, to wine and dine Later on I'm tryin' to climb behind ya spine Hold up lil mama, slow ya ass down Pick it up, throw ya ass down Now throw ya ass around An scream me name I can't hear you say it louder what (Wayne, Wayne) A damn shame Better watch that boy he nasty I strap on a plastic Break ya off like elastic Put the dick in the middle, make it wiggle for ya'll Might be small, but that dick ain't little at all I like a short thick broad, fat ass an shit Like Taso flip like Trina, the Baddest Bitch Matter of fact when I see her, pull her over like a cop Juve coulda backed It up an I woulda dropped It like Its hot Ha Ha, ya heard me Ha Ha, Unplugged Tell me what you like Let me tell you what I like If you goin' on an breakin' me off by the end of the night You can ride with me Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans Ain't tryin' to make a love scene Truly I just want you to break me off I like them big, round, yellow and brown A bitch that take it from the back and make the (ugh, ugh) sound Now you can bounce, slide, drop, giddy up, giddy up Now you can ride til you feel it hit a nut, hit a nut Shake for ya hood, bounce for ya baby daddy Twerk for that nigga who got you pregnant in the caddy Slide with the KY, hold up, pause My bitch got thong, you bitch got drawls My chick like to swallow, yo chick like to spit If yo chick was my chick I'd still love that bitch Hold up, chill out, wait a minute stop My ginseng, biagra, and a strawberry pop See I'm feelin' kinda bold, why don't ya bring a friend From vigina to the asshole do it again I want a yucky down misses bout delta Yo mama loved a Tymer, Now you welcome You ok Lil mama and I love that chick But deep down inside I just love ma' dick Tell me what you like Let me tell you what I like If you goin' on an breakin' me off by the end of the night You can ride with me Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans Ain't tryin' to make a love scene Truly I just want you to break me off Tell me what you like Let me tell you what I like If you goin' on an breakin' me off by the end of the night You can ride with me Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans Ain't tryin' to make a love scene Truly I just want you to break me off Tell me what you like Let me tell you what I like If you goin' on an breakin' me off by the end of the night You can ride with me Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans Ain't tryin' to make a love scene Truly I just want you to break me off Tell me what you like Let me tell you what I like You goin' on an breakin' me off by the end of the night You can ride with me Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans Ain't tryin' to make a love scene Truly I just want you to break me off

I told ya fuckin' ass I be back In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho Chillin' by ya boy house kissin' on these hoes See these broads want stars Big dicks down in the draws Seven days a week seven brand new cars Yeah I done it parkin' GS 300 Check us and front it the Navigator Garage with the elevator You not a hata Then press second floor So you can see the muthfuckin' Big Tymers car show Now on the left side we got the brand new Benz And on the right side bitches shakin' ass for ends And in the middle niggas throwin' twenties and tenss And up top niggas drinkin' juices with gin juices with gin juices with gin News cars Pretty broads Neighborhood superstars Going far Goin' to the super bowl In the hole And I owe my nigga for frontin' me two kilos Yellow ice With new heights Hoes got my name right Fame got my muthafuckin' game tight Dirt digga Hoe go-getta Nigga outta line Playboy I got ten on ya feet Car shinna Rim blinda 20 inch rida Nigga and you can ride right beside me Titty watcha Hoe stoppa VCR tape poppa Neighborhood naked flick watcha Border line Hen poppa Byran is my heart and Pearl is my number one chick And Cash Money Records gone run this nationwide shit And playa you can believe that shit Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe Big big big ballin' is my hobby Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe Big big big ballin' is my hobby Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe Big big big ballin' is my hobby Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe Big big big ballin' is my hobby I see you jockin' Baby 'cause he got a Mercedes And ya know about his ladies And all his babies I know what they like Them brand new bikes So we can ride around town like Tina and Ike I'ma shine till I die nigga We worldwide everybody know Cash Money ride or die nigga Twenty inch wheels is what I roll And when I pass yo bitch all outta control Buyin' Lexus Land Cruisers The four seven the big pipe user Hoe abuser Its the project sticker man Full of liquor man Ridin' with cha bitch with the Tymers playin' Ballin everyday poppin' Dom P bottles Ball till ya fall is the Cash Money motto Flashy cars Pretty broads The word uptown we bought these cars For girls I bought Pretty jewels With new shoes With tatoos A Cash Money motto do what you gotta do Fight who you gotta fight Shoot who you gotta shoot Boot who you gotta boot Do what you gotta do Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe Big big big ballin' is my hobby Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe Big big big ballin' is my hobby Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe Big big big ballin' is my hobby Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe Big big big ballin' is my hobby Ten years ago a friend of mine Brought me to uptown second line Met Meatball, Nair, Anglin Mets Want you do a DJ in the jets Bought two trigger mans and brown beat Now you can pop that pussy in the middle of the street Best believe next week I'ma be downtown Point court St. Bernard bitch throwin' down Then I'm mosy on down cross the kanel Put up the mic 'cause I got a fuckin' story ta tell Teresa Yous a Cash Money bitch say what you still a Cash Money bitch I say lil Lisa You still a Cash Money bitch say what you still a Cash Money bitch My nigga Baby ya wit me Fa sho Now bring it to the McMelph Caliope Niggas livin' for the Sunday On the lake bakin' cake watchin' niggas ridin' round with they honey Drinkin Dacquri Hoes packin' White folks actin' Givin' tickets nigga for the jackin' Niggas feudin' Game losin' Lil told me to watch these hoes tryin' ta abuse me Joe Casey Goin' crazy My homeboy told me to watch these muthafuckin' feds Chilly chilly actin' silly But cha name killa Told me he gone kill'em a nigga Suga Slim All in Game tight And we just about ta start this all night flight

It's enemy turf that I'm on, so I'ma play it how it go Cock the hollow points into my black calico Hit the coat with some of grams of that dope fo' sho' it's bout to go Niggaz graduated from sellin' dope to snortin' dope Gangsta be bustin' heads Lil Reggie be bustin' heads K.C., he be bustin' heads Think I ain't 'bout nustin' heads Boddies bled, I'll put infrared up in your Cutlass You play with 226, that's my clique so I say fuck it Ruckus, war deep, World War III in the mix 5 Hot Boy$ runnin', bringin' G's to they clique With them hundred round tip-tips, to make sure niggaz ain't breathin' You recievin', a punishment for not believin' Curly head lookin' for me, cause I'm hot and word don' got loose Bundles of dope fronted, from the Magnolia to the Goose Snitches wanted to testify the shit that they know Set a bomb on the front door, put a key in the door and the place blow Look I been walkin' way mo', with a coat full of yeh-yo Nothin' but clientele, from 11-5, sale You don't think it's legal, nigga we can take it to the scale You gon' double your money, gon' get credit make your bail With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me I don't back down frome no nigga, they got a place for me My biological father, was a sperm donor, around the corner Was the man that killed lil Lanny, who knew we'd understand it That way that, my mother was heartless to her kids So he took us in his home, and he raised like his own Now we grown, and we learned responsibility, The devil tryed to get wit me To affect all of my dickin' inability But it's gon' be some shit, when a collision is occurin' Asurin', of me bein' a factor, through '97 and after And I'ma have to, get my ten percent Or I'ma get punished, like the rest of these niggaz and there's evidence 'Cause ever since all these cars and all these mansions, and all these Luxuries was givin' You wasn't givin' no thanks, to the reason you was livin' So I'ma keep an open mind and make the right decision And ain't tell you niggaz shit, and put my self in a position That's unescapable, 'cause you capable, of puttin' my life in danger And it's causin' confusion, confusion draw conclusion And shootin' up some niggaz that pose a threat Until somebody warns you that you're close to death Don't love ya, don't need ya, so why the fuck would I feed ya You bitches want my riches, delete ya Cause it's movin', it's shakin' number one spot takin' Rap shite tight and money we be makin' Clock six figures, with brown beats and triggers Drinkin' from the riggers, poppa said the gon' fig us Everything I make, and everything I drive Everything I scratch and everything I ride Touch it,, live for it, you niggaz kill for it The new Juve tape, got you hoes loosin' weight Can't get your life straight, music to masturbate Test a, nigga like me boy and you better Have on your bulletproof sweater, ridin' in an armored Jetta Beware of these, thugs in E's Everytime you breathe you recievin' a part of me Look, my lyrics be combustable like gases When I'm grabbin' for the mic and performin' for your masses I'm never found on the ship that's steady sinkin' Total control and all about self my way of thinkin' Bankin', off top, runnin' with them boys from the block Totin' glocks that we only use when we put on the spot Now I got, a reason to live for than to die Keepin' a tight inventory on my supply, of gettin' high Know when to stop, don't wanna be it, can't even see it Not even them little niggaz that I be wit' I'm gettin' tired, of this bulshit that we hearin' I'm gettin' tired, 'bout to get my iron ready to ride Ready to ride Ready to ride Ready to ride, lil wodie Momma don't pray for me, I don't back down frome no nigga Momma don't pray for me, I don't back down frome no nigga Momma don't pray for me, I don't back down frome no nigga

One: You 'bout dat paper? You on top? You handlin' business? You doin' swell? Down with yo' niggaz to da finish? Are you willin'? To hit da streetz up and make a killin'? Are you a villain? Pushin' a bentley makin' millions? Do you do your time? Without rattin' on your partners? Do you kill your beef? With a pistol or a chopper? Is you da man? Do you pay all of your bills? Did you make a plan? And won't stop 'till it fulfilled? Can you handle coke? Can you handle dope? Ain't afraid to go? Even though you know? Look... lil' daddy... Do you take care of yo' kids? Is it clean in yo' crib? Can't you stand to eat some ribs? Ain't it scandalous how we live? You ball with cash money? Do you like manny track? Ain't it shive how i rap? Puttin' new orleans on the map! You brush ya teeth? You on dem hoes? You got dem rees on ya feet? With dem girbauds? 1: 4x Then you a solja nigga, put up a solja rag!!! Put up a soljah rag Put up a soljah rag Two: Now what's happenin' wit' you? You knockin' dem heads off too? You do what a playa do? You fuck in the rochambeau? You ain't scared to blast? When you got dat iron witcha Do you bust his ass? You acts a ass? You got ya ski mask? And ya solja rag? Look... You ready to blow a bag? Can you hustle like it's legal? Can you avoid da people? And hotwire your regal? You 'bout dat evil? Look... You on some ignorant shit? When that hoe get flip Now can you punish da bitch? You like dem beamers? You like dem benz 500s? You like dem hummers? You like dem big fine womens? You a playa ain't ya? None of these bitch niggaz could fade ya! The ghetto made ya! Dope fiends and junkies raised ya! Do you sleep in suites? Do you go shopping every week? When you hit da streetz You got dem reeboks on your feet? 2: Then you a solja nigga, put up a solja rag!! Throw up a solja rag Put up a solja rag Throw up a solja rag Put up a solja rag Throw up a soljah rag Put up a soljah rag Put up a soljah rag Throw up a soljah rag 1: 2x Three: Is you a paper chaser? You got your block on fire? Remainin' a g? Until the moment you expire? You know what it is? To make nothin' outta somethin'? You handle your biz? And don't be cryin' And its somethin' Your niggaz is in ya? You got your girlfriends witcha? Since you was a kid? You was a instant wig-splitter? You twinkle your slug? You ain't no bitch huh? You stompin' ya box in the mud? A hot boy microwave oven Tatooted up, booted up None of you bitches lovin' Your windows are tinted? You got a g and a half and you ready to spend it? You don't fuck with dem nike tennis? You play with barettaz? You sleep in the royal sonesta? You won't fuck vanessa? You got chopperz up on ya dresser? You believe in god? But can you handle it when its hard? And represent your ward? You be stalkin' the boulevard? 3: Put up a solja rag Throw up a solja rag Put up a solja rag Put up a solja rag Throw up a solja rag Put up a solja rag Throw up a solja rag Put up a solja rag Throw up a solja rag Put up a solja rag Put up a solja rag Throw up a solja rag Put up a solja rag Throw up a solja rag Put up a solja rag Throw up a solja rag Throw up a solja rag Throw up a solja rag