"Numb Numb"

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Ay you wan' score ki, no you wan'score an ounce
I ain't gon' show you shit, make sure you got the right amount
boy I can't front you nuttin but I respect ya G
it could get fatal if I let niggaz get next to me
the junkies like my coke, Doctors, and Lawyers too
they in, and out here all day lookin for the right Peru
I use to do it too but I had to let it go
I can't get loaded I'm lil' wodie that supply the coke
my shit'll have you where you don't even much wanna eat
have you a lack of sleep always out up in them streets
been in rehab for weeks come home and get a bag from me
you gon' relapse indeed, probably want ever leave
don't want no problems I just wanna get this cheddar please
I can't get popped, I've been convicted for two felonies
look I'm just tryna put some clothes on my daughter
I hope they ain't ridin I need to sell this other quarter

[Chorus]
If you score some coke from me
you will be numb, numb, numb, numb, numb
numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb
if you don't get it from me you will be
dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
you'll be comin back in minutes to get
some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some
damn Juvie where you get that
from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
They don't work off the hit cause we don't fuck with the foes
they be sellin them soft we had enough of them sold
and we work off the hit cause we don't fuck with the foes
we don't be sellin them soft we had enough of them sold
we didn't bring it in this shit is shipped to me
I never transported nothin peep out my history
my house is sittin plush-my cars is lookin lovely
police men wanna cuff me therefore I'm rollin buckets
not tryna make it public don't wanna be the subject
mama tunin it don't spend ya money boy stay in ya budget
I seen alot of fools goin buyin alot of jewels
they children not in school they gotta lot to prove
I puts my money back up in my flip
some to the side incase them people run up in my shit
chopper up all the time with two taped up clips
and if you come fuckin with mine I'm a use this bitch
they want me for distrubution from New Orleans to Houston
someone been runnin there mouth tellin e'm how much I'm movin
I'm just tryna put some clothes on my daughter
I hope they ain't ridin I need to sell this other quarter

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Juvenile]
I got my first work when I was sixteen
and niggaz still not knowin what happened to brick leans
it's not an easy task might have to beat the last
you gon' get caught up out here tryna save ya people ass
can't have e'm bring it first if you can't pay e'm its worth
you could get murdered for that he just may let it burst
smart high walk to earth, and maybe enemy turf
pray I don't get in they way just let e'm do they dirt
and I know after the cut woah my shit is the bomb
that must be the Saudi-Arabia cause it ain't Hussien
you ain't got that Florida dope, (??) coke
have to spend all ya dough or you want leave fa sho
they come in menthazine no caps on it is
want be that long before ya family know you on that shit
look I'm just tryna put some clothes on my daughter
I hope they ain't ridin I need to sell this other quarter

[Chorus - repeat to end]

"Lil' Daddy"

[Juvenile talking]
Whoa! C'mon Whoa! I hear you niggaz heart pumpin
c' mon, whoa!, whats up, whoa! U.T.P, U.T.P

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
he gotta be in too much 'bout everything that he touch
out of the roof money get packed up and moved in the truck
kill me if you feel I ain't worthy
I inherited skills from murky niggaz that's as real as my Saints jersey
I stand here posted in the worst of times
knowing niggaz after me, gonna rehearse my grind
I'm not a prophet, but I could teach you how to cock it and pop it
and how to put some money in your pocket
you see something you like go 'head and cop it
but watch it, niggaz gone knock it
trying to get you for your paper when them bitches is jockin'
you might do lil' daddy like that, but this is not him
don't look for your people to help you, my niggaz done shot them
my people done told me I could roll
I got a reputation for beating niggaz and hoes
stickin' to the G code, 'tees, 'rees, and 'bows
pop a Ex, smoke a blunt, if you believe it then Whoa!

[Baby a.k.a. Birdman (chorus x2)]
Whoa! I got to get it Lil Daddy (so keep your hands up)
Whoa! I got to have it Lil Daddy (so keep your hands up)
Whoa! I got to get it Lil Daddy, I got to have it Lil Daddy
I want that brand new Caddy

[Verse 2]
I'm way over the top with mines
I used to bag it up and take it to the block sometimes
Poor niggaz be eating pork, rich niggaz be eating steak
I'ma get me a Porterhouse nigga, you just wait
you couldn't step on my toes if you was standing 6' 8"
It's mister 400 bitches so get that shit straight
You better talk to your hoe 'fore I put dick in her face
look, I'm wild Magnolia, she better get in her place
I ain't a law abiding citizen, I gets ignorant
I got a trail of niggaz telling cops what I did to them
I ain't lookin for no poppers, ain't looking for no partners
I'm looking for mo' choppers to get rid of mo' problems
all I got is my ball and my words
my momma, my daddy, my chil'ren, my gun, and my herb
shit, they got a lot of killers I know
but ain't too many gon' make it to see 2004, whoa!

[chorus x2]

[Verse 3]

I tried to play the backround as mcuh as I could
cause all the big mouth niggaz be gettin knocked in the hood
remeber them lil' niggaz? they done grew up now
So 'ret street and marching turned into a clocked up dump
we scam on shit because we love that sound
we not concerned about waiting unitl the night come 'round
hey lil' mama I'm a gorilla, let me pipe that down
(puffing sound) yeah, you like that now
I'm a professional, the mountaineer of the streets
I got old timers paying close attention to me
I could get your shit split for the minimum fee (yeah)
fucking with them niggaz, got a ten for a ki'
got a few princess cuts on the watch and the piece
I'll put it on your ass for a profit, capiche?
don't get mad 'cause I've been cocking your niece
she been giving head and eating pussy like a lot of the freaks

[chorus x2]

Whoa! [x6]

"Fuckin' With Me"
(feat. Skip, Wacko)

[Juvenile (Chorus 2x)]
Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me
Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me
Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me
Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me

[Juvenile]
I got my mind right, money right, life right, paid right
Can you see me cutting the beef like a steak knife?
Don't stay up late I'm a be home when I'm finished
I gotta drop my people off at the airport in a minute
This is business; you ain't wit it then give me five feet
I don't need you and children wherever I be
I'm a man if this bitch is out then it's on
As long as I don't bring no diseases or no hoes back home
Let me roam - you won't even much need that phone
I'm a take care of my shit baby just leave that alone
I know when the pussy get wet and you need that bone
There ain't too many bitches out here that's gone be that strong
You was provided by your parents
Just knowing a gangsta was fucking they daughter was scaring em
I speak fat me and you bitch we got our life on track
And if I ever leave from you I'll be right back

[Juvenile (Chorus 2x)]
Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me
Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me
Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me
Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me

[Skip]
Nowadays these chicks they too emotional
I just wanted to get her (haha) I joke a few
I just met you yesterday I'm barely knowing you
"You ain't say that yesterday when I was blowing you!"
See that's what that mo and that dro will do
See drink up, smoke up come on I got some more for you
You like that? I got another joke for you
You grin, you in and I'm into poking you
Sounds funny hunny? How much money hunny?
You heard that but you ain't getting nothing from me
Except them three 20's that Slim had (Slim)
See I'm +Cut Throat+ in a Skip mask
Well then lose the number, you do me a favor
I ain't a lifeguard; I can't be your savior
You met me like this, I'ma be a player
So stop all the fussing and just beat me later

[Juvenile (Chorus 2x)]
Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me
Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me
Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me
Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me

[Wacko]
Come on Ma don't stress me
I was a gangsta when you met me
Knew I'd be where the pimps, the players, the hoes, and the tecs be
Where the dope, the coke, the dro, and the X be
New Kisha Keanne and Mil wanted to sex me
You still want to ex me or try to disrespect me
Now them hoes in your ear, got you trippin wanna test me
Look meet me on Freret Street right where my set be
Go home; pack all your shit and drop off them Vette keys
Anyway I'm tired of problems, you can catch yo cut
But first drop off the B.B.'s and the princess cuts
Round here stunting for them hoes - letting them gas you up
Now you stuck for them hoes - let 'em cash you up
I ain't gone lie is gone be hard for me to pass you up
But my plane fly straight, never crash for nothing
And before I fuck it up with a passenger
I'll get rid of you and snatch me an amateur

[Juvenile (Chorus 2x)]
Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me
Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me
Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me
Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me

"Cock It"

[Juvenile]
Uh Huh, Uh Huh
Mic check one, two
it's Juvenile coming through
Uh Uh c'mon, c'mon

[Verse 1]
Who the man? if I ain't it nigga can't claim it
I can take a small name and make it famous
I reason with no one homie I got fa sho cliental
I'm a XL out here in the streets or lyin in jail
I'm quick tempored please limit ya words
I will send you in a hurry down south with the splurge
it's kind of hard to understand me cause I speak with a slur
but my guns speak a language all the people done heard
streets sense gon' keep me in it for a minute
you fuckin with a general salute me lieutenant
I'm not too particular with lies
I look e'm in there eyes say a pray before you die
this ain't about me this about somethin thats spoke
you know runnin with a nigga while you cuttin his throat
oh them loose lip bitches get hung from a rope you know
bagged up and throwed off the side of a boat, oh!

[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Cock it, take berrata then pop it
give me that out ya pocket cause the best can't stop it
East coast whassup, Down south whassup
West coast whassup, Mid West whassup

[Verse 2]
Keep on makin ya laws, I'm a keep breaking them
I can move a package in any city I'm stationed in
if ya son touchin my shit you better pray for him
bust his head and catch me a flight to where the hatreds been
I ain't the only solider they got alot of these
all of these children make me know who dropped alot of seeds
I smoke till my eyes shut
stay strapped so if you think about sneakin you better wise up
hit you with the traqualizer let it fill ya head
paralyze you have ya screamin "I can't feel my legs"
regardless of what a nigga or a bitch done said
the shell around ya get poked like eggs
I'm from the M-A-G-N-O-L-I-A
my bitches gonna listen to what the hell I say
you niggas gonna respect it or get out my way
or the coroner's gonna happen to ya all time sake

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
You old niggas on ya last limb
move over let some niggas who really want it come cash in
suppose to get killed for cock blockin in cells
solider bet you can't get no chronic up in hell
fresh off the porch where the stash spot
I'm hungry tryna get the same respect that my Dad got
got the chopper cut the wieght, nice in the stash box
nigga be on paper so himmed up from the bad cops
how the hoes be actin hopin for child support
I need to snatch me a coat and endorse it with dope
I ain't even gotta speak on it I put my G on it
niggas gon' let us get that whenever we want it
beef is beef whenever the shit occurs
if it's real it's gon' resolve into metal for sure
but hit the right one he ain't respectin my bad
my only satisfaction will be poppin your ass

[Chorus - till end]

"Juve "The Great""

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Uh, Uh, Uh I took my first break in seventy-five
I tell the story like yesterday when (??) was alive
didn't do shit with my brothers without makin e'm mad
couldn't get along with nobody so I just ran with my Dad
he took me right there where the killas be
across court from Mileton between Clarion and Wilistry
we shot ball on crates tryna get paid by all means
started snatchin purses by Wall Greens
seen Titey get hit up in the melt when I was young
paramedics couldn't even find his tongue
thats when I started totin' my heat to call a G
my family was deep but wasn't goin in that water with me
right after Mr. Martin's class (??) and me
straight to Barret think I was worried bout the trulency? please
got paid for them old timers puttin in work
like Mr. Frank he sold fruit, watermelons, and herbs

[Chorus]
Even though the times was hard
I didn't fear no man but God
you lookin at New Orleans crime rate
right up in the place, soulja's beware this is Juve the great
Juve the great
Juve the great
Juve the great
this is Juve the great
Juve the great
Juve the great
Juve the great
this is Juve the great

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Mama thought her son was really doin it tight
when I was the one out here not doin it right
until she found my stash she couldn't believe all the weed she found
shit it must've been a half a pound
I was thirteen then back when Yoga was caddillac'n it
my campaign was let a lil nigga get a crack at it
far from a gangsta but was learnin alot
ain't just be the one that earnin the pot
after the turn of the clock I started bankin on the low with the dope
got slugged up so hoes'll notice me mo'
tee's, reeboks, and girbauds I had a few (??) to write
regular hood shit the average niggaz go through in life
wanted to be a lil gorilla, and more day killas
?? and we ball I know they'll flip ya
I stayed away from them cats who didn't communicate well
cause them was them niggaz that would've had me in jail

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Juvenile]
At fifteen I carried alot of wieght on my back
me and my brother infact, I kept my money intact
I mad my real power moves soon as Juv' got one
headed straight to the irish counter nigga who got guns?
shit my people Bobby and surviva got hit too
and I heard my name was poppin up in some shit too
wasn't no cool cans off googlin no more
it was either cry like a bitch or go sell it and score
my first case wanted my respect in the worst way
couldn't tell me shit when I was hungry and thirs-ty
have a nigga way out his religion ya heard me
I guess it's punishment to who and never was worthy
every since I leanred about guns and coke
I made a vow to myself that I would never go broke
do what I gotta do to eat
I probably can't play no sports but I can work these streets

[Chorus]

"Head In Advance"

[Chorus: Juvenile]
It's the one nobody likes with bad breath and saggy pants
Might bounce a little bit but see a gangsta don't dance
Hoes say I am mean I never give them a chance
But can't a nigga get a little head in advance
It's the one nobody likes with bad breath and saggy pants
Might bounce a little bit but see a gangsta don't dance
Hoes say I am mean I never give them a chance
But can't a nigga get a little head in advance

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Maybe not probably don't even feel that way
How can you not what's under my waist is real I say
A yo my fire cracker pop like independence day
Them dick suckers long shoud have been in sentence may
I do a little something I got that cut to tie your thighs up
I'm not asthmatic I'm healthy and I could fuck
That teenage pussy I don't want so zip it up
And no satchatories having in here so catch a cut
Ohh how I love it when half your ass show
And you catch the side view it look like two elbows
And my dick stuck to my leg like velcro
Stop blocking and let them females go
If the hoes keep asking me up I got to stop her
I've been searching for me a lifipeepoper
I'm serious you should wanna fuck with me period
Because I'm a little bit more then just a lyricist

[Chorus: Juvenile]

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
This is to alisha, camren, roshon and don
If you fuck with pimp baby show me your thong
Get your big ass up hoe you know this your song
Big daddy gonna be smashing it till four in the morn
You doing them jeans yeah black you need to stop it
It look like you got a loaf of bread in your pocket
Should have followed you first ma and snatch you first
But when I'm drinking everyboady look like they got worth
I don't need to tell a woman what I'm worth
She gonna show me some affection when I raise my shirt
I ain't never bought a woman where I do my dirt
To a nice confined spot where I can lift that skirt
Hopefully she illegal with the head and all
Probably heard of my background and said I'm a dog
But I ain't about me baby it's about y'all
My fantasy is knocking four of y'all off

[Chorus]

Shake that ass mami
If you trying to get to juvenile pass him
I'm not telling to tell you to put your man in past tense
It is just a little tiny favor that I'm asking

[Verse 3: Juvenile]
Show me that poor shooter any way you throw it I'm gonna do ya
Just let wardy do this manever
All thow I'm from the sewer
I like having relations
I punch a bitch in the head for playing with my patience
I make a local hoe turn hashin had me at the station
They hating saying that I violated my probation
Theres a lot of kinky shit going up in the clubs
We be popping exctasy looking for woman to hug
I promised not to get you caught up in these drugs
Put this gun in your purse mami and roll with a thug
Your girlfriends always saying she ain't like that
Well hold that right there mami I will be right back

[Chorus]

Shake that ass mami
If you trying to get to juvenile pass him
I'm not telling to tell you to put your man in past tense
It is just a little tiny favor that I'm asking
Shake that ass mami
If you trying to get to juvenile pass him
I'm not telling to tell you to put your man in past tense
It is just a little tiny favor that I'm asking

"For Everybody"
(feat. Skip, Wacko)

[Wacko]
Yeah, U T P nigga, come on! K L C nigga, come on! Holla!

[Verse 1: Wacko]
I done tightened up on my G dog
Wacko outcher flippin' these hoes like see saws
Ya man trippin'? Girl, look we can creep on
Ya friends stressin' too, I'll flip all 3 of yall
Respect my steez, I ain't really bout fallin in love
I travel too much and Baby sling too many drugs
Stay in the wrong place at the wrong time
With 2 bricks,(two of 'em) and a chrome 9
To these niggas I'm easy to be provokin'
Look, I got 1 in the chamber and I been smokin'
Don't make me proceed
I'll hit you from ya neck to ya knees
Have ya gaggin' where ya barely could breathe
But I ain't in here for this
Whoadie, I'm in here to get me a bitch
Bring her back to the telly to issue some dick
Hook up with Juve and Skip, go get me a brick
And get ready for next Sunday, to snatch a new bitch

[Chorus: repeat 3X]
[Juvenile] You can have an ole' lady
[Skip] But them hoes
[Wacko] They for everybody

[Juvenile] Let her go dog, that ain't ya hoe dog
[Skip] Let me get broke off
[Wacko] In this jump off!

[Verse 2: Skip]
I done tightened up on my G dog
I was ducked out at first but now I beat broads
Cock back, BAM! Bash in her teeth, AWW
Guarantee you this, that bitch gone see stars!
Respect my gangsta
I see you looking mad and I ain't 'cha
I know +50 Cent+ and bitch I ain't no +Wanksta+
And I don't get down like that
In the right time, at the right spot
If you try to buck, you gone get shot
Hey fella, calm down. I know what ya thinkin'
But I got 1 in this chamber and I been drinkin'
Don't make me proceed
Spit in ya face, bastard ya seed
Widow ya wife, you don't need my shit in ya life!
Especially how I'm feeling tonight
If it was good, it'd be different
But it's not, so it's not, so let's end it!
And bring this shit back to business
You can have yo bitch dog
I live by the rules I'm givin'

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Juvenile]
Come on, come on, come on
Grab yo bitch my the arm cuz if she stop she hit
Oh, I know how to get 'em, I hit her with lotsa dick
The simple things I'm knowing that she probably miss
And in return, she going out and buy me shit!
I hope my adversaries is listening:
Motherfucka with tryna be eased from these D-vils
Cuz we evil in this!
I'm not about to waste my cream on a bitch
I be outcher tryna get money, while she scheming for dick
I ain't gone lie, if my ole lady leave a nigga, I'm sick
But fuck it, we ain't married, so she ain't got nothing to get
I had to go in fronta the jury January the 6th
I promise, ya Honor, I ain't been doin' the shit!
They just like to keep niggas like me in a mix
And use it on TV and radio as a skit
Wanna see some masks, move to the bricks
But before you make that move grab the tool and the clips
Ya heard me?

[Chorus]

[Juvenile] Let her go dog, that ain't ya hoe dog
[Skip] Let me get broke off
[Wacko] In this jump off

"Slow Motion"
(feat. Soulja Slim)

[Soulja Slim:]
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move in slow motion for me,
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move in slow motion for me

[Chorus (Soulja Slim X2)]
Uhhh, I like it like that, she working that back, I don't know how to act,
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, Slow motion for me, move in slow motion for me,

[Verse 1 (Soulja Slim)]
I'm a dick thrower, her neck and her back hurting,
Cut throat will have her like a brand new virgin,
Its like when she gets used of it, then you start serving,
Hop on top and start jiggy-jiggy jerking,
Slow down for me, you moving too fast,
My fingers keep slipping, I'm trying to grip that ass,
Keep being hard headed and I'ma make you get on me,
Got a human up disguise but my face is a doggy,
If You loving my bark, let me bury my bone,
I got four or five bad married bitches at home
One of my bitches fell in love with that outside dick,
That outside dick keep them hoes sick, like

[Chorus X2]

[Verse 2 (Juvenile)]
Its like I got the world in my palm, your girl up under my arm
She fucked up from the charm,
She love the way the dick stay hard from 12 till early in the morn,
fine bitches if you listening you heared me i'm strong,
If you going through your cycle I ain't with it i'm gone,
you must've heared about them hoes that I beat up in my home,
They wasn't telling the truth baby you know they was wrong,
Now, make it official and drink some of that Dom,
I don't mind buying blue, you riding too, don't be asking a nigga question bout where I'm driving you,
Lil mamma my shit together I ain't jiving you,
I don't think that nigga could do you better than I could do, you know
The Juvenile from cross the street by the derby,
Same nigga used to be runnin' with Rusty and Kirby,
Can a playa from tha nolia get a chance with it,
but I can't bounce with you without using my hands with it

[Chorus X2]

[Verse 3 (Soulja Slim and Juvenile)]
[Soulja Slim]
Slow Motion, she open, I'm hopin' she don't leave my dick broken,
with brush burns and swollen, I'm toting she don't wanna make me out and believe her,
I guarantee I'ma see ya when I see ya,
And just don't holla out my name like we was all in,
Yo pussy throwback, and you know that,
So stop stunt'n, slow motion for a real nigga,
I'm gone off that incredible potion and i'ma deal with you

[Juvenile]
I like how them Victoria Secrets sit in that ass,
Lemme pour some more hyp and hennesy in ya glass,
Would I be violating, If I grabbed me handfull,
I'm knowing whats happening, all I want is a sample,
Who you wit ? I'm in a rental today,
Its going down at the Hamptown Inn and I remember the way,
Less money we spend on bullshit, the more for the weed
Whats it gonna take for you to come in slow motion with me like,

[Chorus X2]

"Rodeo"

Y'all need to open your ears up and soak this game up
If nobody dont know ya im gunna make you famous
This is 24 karots but it shine like stainless
Just look at how the diamonds compliment my fingers
[coughing]
Yes indeed Shit chokin me (whoo)
I need a breath to breathe
Chasin with the hennesy now thats how a G play
Especially when them hoes shakin that ass and a DJ
Hip hop had do it big give him some leway
N security stop trippin and you niggas be easy
Yes sir its the bubble right hurr
Yall beautiful women if you insecure

[Chorus]
Let me see you work that, Twurk that, sur that cmon and do the rodeo
Let me see you bounce that, move that, do that let me see you do the rodeo
Let me see you work that, Twurk that, sur that cmon and do the rodeo
Let me see you bounce that, move that, do that let me see you do the rodeo

Its like you dont even have nuttin on
Got errbody watchin you so you can show that thong
Its your birthday lil mama get your kodak on
But dont quit showin the world you gunna throw that song
We aint beefin like nah we on the positive vibe
But i still get the homocide squad on the side
See im holdin on to the steering wheel controllin the ride
And yall comin out a bumpin cuz i got it in drive
Im really feelin your outfit it must be nice
A hard worker like myself could afford that price
I ganked and nod and you a beautiful bitch
You got a face and a ass and a smile that wont let me

[Chorus]
Let me see you work that, Twurk that, sur that cmon and do the rodeo
Let me see you bounce that, move that, do that let me see you do the rodeo
Let me see you work that, Twurk that, sur that cmon and do the rodeo
Let me see you bounce that, move that, do that let me see you do the rodeo

We not judgin by size thats all statistics
Just turn the lights down and its ballerific
Its not the right spot to let your daughters miss it
Theres some freaks up in here and its all explicit
My round put me on just cuz he wont leave
Shit i hope he dont be trippin on some B home shit
Cuz jack aint worried about him stayin somehwere
N he dont have to be puttin up with stacys shit
I aint lying sometime when you cross my pad
up in the club all night a nigga stomp your ass
Fine I aint trippin
And I know you aint trippin cause I know you wore that the other nite for me

[Chorus]
Let me see you work that, Twurk that, sur that cmon and do the rodeo
Let me see you bounce that, move that, do that let me see you do the rodeo
Let me see you work that, Twurk that, sur that cmon and do the rodeo
Let me see you bounce that, move that, do that let me see you do the rodeo

"Nolia Clap"
(feat. Skip, Wacko)

[Wacko]
1, 2, 3, 4, Bust it!!!!
C’mon, C’mon
Juvenile, Wacko, Skip

[Chorus:]
Where dat Melph at?
Where da Yo at?
Where dat Thomas at?
Where VL at?
Ya’ll Hear that Nolia Clap? Ya’ll hear that Nolia
Clap?

[Verse 1:]
I’m in the Calio, You know I’m headed front of town
By Kayotic and Lil real One, cuz it’s going down
You see the DB’s tell ‘em Wacko lookin for ‘em
I got some dro, I got some change, I got some pussy for ‘em
If they ask you where I’m at I’m in the Melph pickin up Chuck
In the chromed out Bubblegum Pickup Truck
Slide on Josephine, Holla at Lil Kia and Pluck
My nigga Troy told me to keep it real as fuck
We bought the House of Blues tonight after the DJ in the Nolia
On Washington & Frerret, across the street from Babosca
But first I’m bout to snatch up all Saratoga
Head straight to Foot Action and snatch me two pair of Solja’s
Take a left on Taladonna get a O of that doja
Tell ‘em right on my trail and hit the gars and lets roll up
I’m bout to hit Julio and get the blazes from soda
I got Geezy waiting on VL we bout to bang up this Yola

[Chorus:]
Where dat Melph at?
Where da Yo at?
Where dat Thomas at?
Where VL at?
Ya’ll Hear that Nolia Clap? Ya’ll hear that Nolia Clap?
Where Hollygrove at?
Gert Town at?
P Town at?
Nigga Town at?
Ya’ll Hear that Nolia Clap? Ya’ll hear that Nolia Clap?

[Verse 2: Wacko (Skip)]
I’m in Hollygrove searching for the Skip dogg (Whaaa!)
H2 Chromed out, nice whip dogg
Let’s hit Gert Town I heard they pop it off
Or hit P town, I heard they drop it off
My couson Leaf on the Vill told me to swing through, On St. lou
He got two hoes that’ll eat and drank too
We can bounce thru lil feet and we can Fuck with these hoes
They Take dick in they ass, they take dick in the throat
They take dick in they hair, they take dick in they nose
They take a dick, anywhere your dick can go
But look ain’t nuttin like my bitch out the St. Bernard
A gangsta broad, get Wacko Gangsta hard
She said we might could run a train if I pursue my G
If not I got it poppin off on Music Street
Last week I had to do about two of them freaks
But them niggas be thru there trippin so bring two of them heats

[Chorus:]
Where that Appleville at?
The St. Bernard at?
Lil Feet at?
The 8th ward at?
Ya’ll Hear that Nolia Clap? Ya’ll hear that Nolia Clap?
Where the desired at?
Dat Florida at? In LA
Cross the canal at?
Ya’ll Hear that Nolia Clap? Ya’ll hear that Nolia Clap?

[Verse 3:]
I see you learnin, see you peepin out that Nolia clap
I bet you nine times outta ten that whole Nolia strapped
Ok we fell off for a minute but that Nolia back
We got quarters, ounces, and halfs and birds of smack
Ever since Soulja got killed I keep a murda gat
Stand on the middle of my projects where the murdas at
And every nigga every bitch who ain’t heard of Wack
I bang women, bang children, bang the murda cats
I bang blocks, bang cribs, bang the Bourbon Lac
I bang anything in sight without the murda tax
I’m just the hit to represent where I was born and raised
And every nigga in my section love to roam with K’s (AK-47's)
You got beef holla at me, get it on today
You not quickly uptown downtown Roulette
Knock off your face, taste, waist, take arms and legs
Drop off your neck, wrist, toes, hair, palms, and head

[Chorus:]

Where dat Melph at?
Where da Yo at?
Where dat Thomas at?
Where VL at?
Ya’ll Hear that Nolia Clap? Ya’ll hear that Nolia Clap?
Where Hollygrove at?
Gert Town at?
P Town at?
Nigga Town at?
Ya’ll Hear that Nolia Clap? Ya’ll hear that Nolia Clap?
Where that Appleville at?
The St. Bernard at?
Lil Feet at?
The 8th ward at?
Ya’ll Hear that Nolia Clap? Ya’ll hear that Nolia Clap?
Where the desired at?
Dat Florida at? In LA
Cross the canal at?
Ya’ll Hear that Nolia Clap? Ya’ll hear that Nolia Clap?