U.P.T. (feat. Big Tymers, Hot Boys & Lil Wayne) - 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

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