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Juvenile( Terius Gray )
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Why Not
Lyricist:Terius Gray, Lamarquis Jefferson, Richard Jones, Craig Love, James Phillips, Jonathan Smith
You can find me in the parking lot By the car a lot where we spark a lot Up in the hallway, it be dark a lot We don't talk to cops 'cause we all be hot
Homey, you need to get you somethin' new (Why not) Shit, I'm ridin' somethin' green, somethin' blue (Why not)
They gon' respect it when a gangsta come through (Why not) They doin' numbers, we'll do somethin' too (W-w-why not)
Is you doin' ya dirt, they really know ya 'bout ya work If they scopin' ya turf you goin' out there head first Do you know the rules when you got beef with a fool? Can you stick and move and do you sleep with the tool?
You in the camp you 'bout to make you an examp So when they see the stamp they gon' respect it like a champ You light in the ass but kind of heavy with the cash Be rollin' the grass you still totin' the solider rag
You been out there on the grind, spendin' most of ya time In a section full of nobody's so you gotta shine Will you bust a head, know how to do it, how to play it? Bet a hundred in the field and parlay
Can you flip a Z, go back and get a Quater ki When you rid of that, call Rico up and order three Put ya people in it 'cause that's the way you gotta see it If you wanna be respected as the G'est
Homey, you need to get you somethin' new (Why not) Shit, I'm ridin' somethin' green, somethin' blue (Why not)
They gon' respect it when a gangsta come through (Why not) They doin' numbers, we'll do somethin' too (W-w-why not)
You can find me in the parking lot By the car a lot where we spark a lot Up in the hallway it be dark a lot We don't talk to cops 'cause we all be hot
You like States with pretty hoes in ya face You hate checks, you just come home on a case Can you make a name, will you be patient in the game? Can you state ya claim? And reputation stay the same
Will you hold it down when ya lil' homies ain't around? Will you hold ya ground like you the only one in town? Is you feelin' this? You listen to it when you creep You real in the streets all in the hood with the heat
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com You ain't tryna joke gotta be real for ya folks Is ya people broke? They aggravate you on the porch Do you sell weed and you don't never make a profit? Do you blow big until it hurt you in ya pocket?
You just scared to lose 'cause you a winner all the time You gotta lot to prove lil' sinner on the grind Put ya people in it 'cause that's the way you gotta see it If you wanna be respected as the G'est
Homey, you need to get you somethin' new (Why not) Shit, I'm ridin' somethin' green, somethin' blue (Why not)
They gon' respect it when a gangsta come through (Why not) They doin' numbers, we'll do somethin' too (W-w-why not)
You can find me in the parking lot By the car a lot where we spark a lot Up in the hallway it be dark a lot We don't talk to cops 'cause we all be hot
Do you G's up when it's a dime in ya grill? Do you freeze up when it's that time for a kill? If they pop at you is you gon' pop back at 'em? You gon' stay away from niggaz if they rattin'?
Wanna ride swoll, pull up on twenty-four flats Can you get a hoe without you throwin' her a stack? Is you callin' shots, can you stay away from the cops? You know how to stop you be inside when it's hot
You from the East, you from the West, you from the South You from the North or the Midwest what you about Can you twist a gar without you fuckin' up the road? Did you get a car just to be stuntin' for the hoes?
You been out here and it's ya time for a lick Do you know this year as you aknowledgin' the shit Put ya people in it 'cause that's the way you gotta see it If you wanna be respected as the G'est
Homey, you need to get you somethin' new (Why not) Shit I'm ridin' somethin' green, somethin' blue (Why not)
They gon' respect it when a gangsta come through (Why not) They doin' numbers, we'll do somethin' too (W-w-why not)
You can find me in the parking lot By the car a lot where we spark a lot Up in the hallway it be dark a lot We don't talk to cops 'cause we all be hot
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