hey!"} Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes {"Hey, hey, hey!"} Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes [Juvenile
uptown, ah-what you heard of, it goes Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way
Traduzione: Giovanile. Around The Way.
playing (biotch) I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luck I had to move around a lot 'cause my moms was stuck I had family but I was way too wild had to move
screamin fuck tha police won't fly away, thug, till I die you wonder why I'm made this way I wasn't turned out I was raised this way of thinkin these
(feat. Juvenile) [Intro:] Juvenile neno, Monte (Monte), Akon I really appreciate this for me hommie let's do this . [Chorus:] Shawty got me so excited
side of the Hummer Here comes the chopper drummer faster than a track runner Don't play the hard road 'cause the hard road will get you left On your way
the game What can I do Now what can I do to make change Every other day around my way niggas dyin' Hours flyin I want to go straight boy I'm tryin' -Chorus- (Juvenile
in helicopters we flyin' Aint no secret niggas hatin' niggas dyin' Chorus: Juvenile There once was a nigga name Baby G (B.G.) He drove around town with
if you don't have it on yo waste line Kickin' N.O.playin' by no rules realah Like B.G. whatever you do its all on you realah Verse:2 Juvenile It musta
take out the policy It's 50 G, it's accidental so it increase to hundred G And when it come, proper I'm louder, popper Around my way [Juvenile] Nigga
that's on the side that'll pull your ho card You bitch made nigga [Chorus: x2] [Juvenile:] Wodie, ya bitch made, that way since 6th grade But I roll
Wha, Wha, Wha, Wha, W-Wha, La What it be like Get inside 'fore street lights 17 right I represent 'til I fall under the dirt boy I run wit' Juvenile,
days around my way we didn't find many Momma said that I was outta line talkin smack Extension cords to this young nigga's black back A juvenile, thirteen
And Juvenile, got these hoes running wild Botany Boys/Hot Boys, we be nothing but soldiers Putting it down from that Clover, all the way to that Nolia
neck, duct tape on ya wrist Pistol whips til ya scared, now here comes my diss [Da Wild Boyz] You tried to win a warfare, now try to pill a whellchair Fuck around
overseer, the overseer sees. More than you do 'cause he gets experienced, and besides I'm just a juvenile delinquent. So I was gone, and I'm on my way
