[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: Juvenile]
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: Juvenile]
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 (?) 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 (?)
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) -repeat untill end
