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1. _ Set It Off
(juvenile)
I'ma t.c. solja, new orleans stunna
If a bitch leave me, i'ma take every thing from her
Leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya rum up
I'ma find me some new pussy, and buy me a four-runner
I walk wit a limp, cuz my nuts heavy
And i like it from the back so hold your butt steady
I know i got some big lips, but i ain't trippin
Lil momma i love pussy, but i ain't lickin
Now prepare yourself for some new dick'n
You don't want it girl?, you don't know what you missin
I'm the baddest boss nigga walkin
You ain't heard i got a team of head busters waitin to give me the work
I gotta few in the east coast, a few in the west
Down-south to mid-w, wassup to the rest
Can't forget about the ghetto, where they strugglin in debt
No matter what i get into i love my set
[hook (juvenile)]
Wodie, wassup, wodie, wassup
Set it off in this muthafucka
Wodie, wassup, wodie, wassup
Set it off in this muthafucka
Wodie, wassup, wodie, wassup
Set it off in this muthafucka
Wodie, wassup, wodie, wassup
Set it off in this muthafucka
(juvenile)
That nig-gidty nig-gidty nile's in this bitch, get right
Fuck what you heard on the streets, it's cmr for life
Still ridin on dubs, sippin brown and white
Jump stupid if you want, bitch we gone clown tonite
We got 25 choppers in the v.i.p.
Cristal (?) and a pound of weed
And i know you waitin for me to get drunk, and follow me home
Picture what i'm gone give to u, a shot to yo dome
Fuckin wit yo boys and all that talkin, they gone get hit too
I'm really not givin a fuck, as long as i get u
Jamie, fresh, joe, bubba
Ya gotta admit ha, juvie a motherfucker
I'ma general, executin the plan
Got a vision of that 3rd ward rule'n the land
Comin up on hoes, tellin them to jump in the van
Mommy please come break off just me and my man
[hook]
(juvenile)
55% of these niggaz is fake, the other 45% be handlin they weight
55% of these women is hoes, the other 45% be playin they role
Mr. officer, mr. officer, take these muthafuckin cuffs off of us
We kill nobody in this car, but us
And ridin on 20's is the law for us
I ain't from france, but excuse my french
Fuck ya if ya hatin, nigga save that there
I been dealinw it you bitches from why way back then
Plus i kept a fire ducked off to lay back in
You say my momma played me and j be tight
Juvie takin care, so everything alright
Bitches see the sliver seraph wit the phat ass pipes
Bein followed by some niggaz on some bad ass bikes
[hook]
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2. _ Mamma Got Ass
mannie fresh: damn!!!!!
She git it from her mamma (repeat 7x)
Verse 1:(juvenile)
Oh, where she git her eyes from? (she git it from her mamma)
But where she git her thighs from? (she git it from her mamma)
Where she learn how ta cook from? (she git it from her mamma)
Oh, where she git her looks from? (she git it from her mamma)
But where she git dat ass from? (she git it from her mamma)
But where she git her class from? (she git it from her mamma)
Well, where she git that chest from? (she git it from her mamma)
Where she learn how ta dress from? (she git it from her mamma)
Where she git her sense from? (she git it from her mamma)
Where she git her income? (she git it from her mamma)
Look, where she git tha walk from? (she git it from her mamma)
Nigga, where she git tha talk from? (she git it from her mamma)
I wonder why she so crazy. (she git it from her mamma)
Why she wanna be my ol' lady? (she git it from her mamma)
Why she be actin' like dat? (she git it from her mamma)
Why she ain't give tha cat? (she git it from her mamma)
Hook:(juvenile)
A big fine woman will make you smile when she pass you
Damn that girl sexy
Her mamma got ass, too.
(repeat 3x)
Verse 2: (juvenile)
Why she swear she da bomb? (she git it from her mamma)
Why she alwayz gotta call the law? (she git it from her mamma)
Why we alwayz havin' arguments? (she git it from her mamma)
Why she alwayz gotta call her friends? (she git itfrom her mamma)
Why she alwayz gotta piss me off? (she git it from her mamma)
Why she alwayz gotta take the cars? (she git it from her mamma)
Why she alwayz wear dem tight jeans, man? gotta a nigga rock hard
In tha sheets, man. why she gotta nigga lookin' while he sleepin'.
Why she got me tryna get wit' her dis weekend?
When i heard she could fuck, too. (she git it from her mamma)
She'll leave a nigga stuck, too. (she git it from her mamma)
Who told her i was fuckin' lyin'? (she git it from her mamma)
Who told her i was back in town? (she git it from her mamma)
Who said "don't be scared of him!" (she git it from her mamma)
Who said "you betta marry him!" (she git it from her mamma)
Hook
Repeat 3x
Verse 3: (juvenile)
Who told her not ta fuck wit' me? (she git it from her mamma)
Who told her i'ma fuckin' leave? (she git it from her mamma)
Who said i was smokin' marijuana? (she git it from her mamma)
Who said i be up on the co'na(corner)? (she git it from her mamma)
All my tires all cut up (shit!)
Now my windas(windows) all bust up (bitch!)
Where she git the milk from? (she git it from her mamma)
Oh, where she git dem hips from? (she git it from her mamma)
Where she learn how ta twerk from? (she git it from her mamma)
Where she learn how ta work from? (she git it from her mamma)
Why she be wit' dat trippin'? (she git it from her mamma)
We be chillin' and she start tha flippin'. (she git it from her mamma)
But she still wit' a nigga though (she git it from her mamma)
She'll kill fa a nigga though (she git it from her mamma)
When she shy, she draw attention. (she git it from her mamma)
Natural grow, wit' no extention. (she git it from her mamma)
Hook
Repeat 3x
She git it from her mamma (repeat 5x)
Juvenile whispering: she git it from her mamma (repeat 7x)
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3. _ Welcome 2 Tha Section
First verse [b.g.]
Is you bout what i brang nigga?
Biggety-bang nigga?
Get it through your head before i let it rang nigga
Whoa nigga, you ain't a friend, you a foe,
Hoe nigga, i gotta let the pistol go,
Show niggas, that i ain't the one to blow on,
I told ya nigga with the four four i get it on,
I roll with niggas, that tote big chrome,
Uptown v.l. off top niggas bustin' domes,
Paper chasin', racin', to six figures,
The law bitchin', i'm catchin' cases totin' triggers,
Smokin' niggas, all theyself locin' niggas,
I'm chokin' off the optimal still ropin' niggas,
Scopin' niggas, cuz i'm the same broke nigga,
Snort dope but i still maintain sellin' coke,
Spin dressin' holder, blunt smoker,
Snort a lil' doper, a.k. toter,
I'm a spittin' i'm a solja,
Take it off your shoulder,
Respect nigga i'm a solja, take it off your shoulder,
Uptown clown, gettin' so dirty,
Respect my fuckin' mind, gotta get my nose dirty,
Playa haters wanna kill me,
Juvenile i know you feel me,
I'm too smart to let em' steal me,
Refuse to let 'em steal me,
Nigga fuck ya, i'ma pluck ya,
Struck ya, wasn't beware of the headbusters
Chorus [manny fresh]:
Headbusters, wig splitters, one time,
Hot boys committin' that crime,
Welcome to the section of the hot boys,
Look out for the infrared dot boy
Second verse [bullet proof]:
S.k.'s, choppers, that's how we play,
Ride all day, give up your spot for much yay
I hear ya got it, shop close, we hit'cha block,
Unload the glock, seventeen, we leavin' ya hot,
Bodies drop, no more shop, in this spot,
I made it hot bustin' with the glock non-stop
I'm full of that block, a young g about my cheese,
Jackin' for keys, frontin' back to real g's,
Tryin' to make my mill, freeze, slip you get killed,
The shit's real act a donkey behind a dope house deal,
Straight from uptown, real niggas we in the wild,
Yellow tape style, bound to make the nine growl,
Bodies found in the dumpster, by the youngsters,
Shouldn't trust a, uptown head buster
Chorus
Third verse [juvenile]:
Where the villains be, is where i stand,
I'm comin' with that tillery, up in my hand
Showin' you bitches the reason, that i'm the man,
I'm stoppin' you hoes from breathin', you understand?
Comin' with that a.k., full of that pure,
A cold night in february i had that bitch like new year,
You better watch me cuz i be comin',
With the drummin', a chopper, or a street sweeper or somethin',
Bitch i'ma represent, my .45 pay the rent,
You bitch you, you fuck with me it's a must you get'cha issue,
I'ma be standin', in the magnolia with the cannon,
And sure to start damage,
Watchin' these niggas, cuz they donkeys and fools too,
Might look like they spooked, but don't let them niggas fool you,
Every breath that i breathe would be beef, so i snorted,
Then proceeded to make my enemy's life short, bout that,
Pistol play, fuck what a nigga say,
Two-twenty three's then breathe fire out the hallway,
I found myself up in other niggas beef,
Know that them t.c. niggas would die for me,
We probably be,
In an all-black fist full of that bitch,
And a stroller suburban on the blitz, tryin' to get rich
If in my way, i'm gone funk ya,
Imagine your body deteiorating in a dumpster,
What you gone do? ain't no runnin' when the mafia finds ya,
I'ma, ups your death like the unibomber,
I can't sleep, i got so much beef in the game,
Every hotel that i change i use an alias name,
Me and b.g. on a hunt, full of that pluck,
Two niggas with pistols, tryin' to make a come up,
Chorus
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