Uh huh Remix Remix .

Wacko Juvenile Skip

Hollaback .

Where H-town at..ATL at..Miami Lil Haiti Lauderdale at

Ya'll hear dat Nolia clap

Ya'll hear dat Nolia clap

I say da U gon do dey thing wodie please believe

If not we'll make it hard for u cowards to breave

One thing about a ghost keeps sh up a sleeve

Juve and skip attack the boards while I plug em wit 3's

Every stash spot I got I stuff it wit g's

Don't need a chain or a whip to snatch me a freak..

I'd rather ride around in my hooptie blowin on trees

With two heaters in my lap..bumpin 400 degreez

I 'on rock wit juvenile. what clown datz my dawg..

Say dat sh again I'll wack all ya'll.

Get on some bo sh smack all ya'll

Prolly get on dat rob sh crack all ya'll

I neva talk sideways I put ya on da highway

Have ya sweatin in da chicken coop like smokey off Friday

Catch ya in da nolia have ya runnin down da driveway

Tryna bring ya down/#160 Yippe Ka Yay

Where da Bay at to dat 'lay at

Where dem teks where dem 9's where dem k's at

West coast whats up west side whats up

East coast whassup east side whassup

I'm straight hollygrove ya know dat

But I'm ol' skool fisher projek like a throwback

Now I told you now you know dat

You ain't welcome here you ain't see I'm Gone on my doormat

So stupid why you ain't abide by dat

If I catch you on my porch you gon die by dat

Right there by them leaves..you can lie by dat

On side of dat dog doo doo you can dry like dat

Cause this is payback for anyone who eva said dat

Look I'm safe wit this vest Gon get his head packed

Or get his face slashed get his neck jooked

Look in my face this how death look

If ya deaf look I won't play witcha

Gun talk is all I'm gonna say to ya

So learn to read lips cause see we tripz

Every time dat alk and dem trees mix

Where da Row at Interscope at Choppa City Universal Cut Throat at

Where my pimps wassup all my playaz wassup

Where UTP at Crime Lab at Rap A Lot DTP Aftermath at

All my souljas wassup all my gangstas wassup

Utpiggidys on the stage smokin that triggady

Me and my ni**a juve just got this b**ch off the higgady

Wassup wassup wassup wassup wassup wassup wassup wassup wassup wassup

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I guess I'm the bad guy in this movie dente dente dente dente here come juvie

My courtway don't have no life we don't have nothing but shootouts and murdas we don't have no fights ya know

You need a chance I'mma show ya a lick have 'em gift wrapped and packed and sent out to his b**ch

Hope his face be a diary lookin for a way out

Believing in the gun but I know one day its gone play out

Trust me here cause this is utp day now

When we hit the projects you know the rain gone faze out

Wavin them rags stayin close to the stash

My b**ch gone put it in the bags when the popos pass

But they gone f**k with me anyway cause they know my mag

And they really don't appreciate the way I brag

I've got 50 000 dollars in my grill cause I stay juved worry bout me don't u worry bout what a b**ch do

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