Testi:
Juvenile Keep Talkin

Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth (POW!) Smack the taste right up out of your mouth (POW!) "I wa-, I wa-" That's what I'm talkin' about (POW!) Keep

Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth (POW!) Smack the taste right up out of your mouth (POW!) "I wa-, I wa-" That's what I'm talkin' about (POW!) Keep

i'ma sell my cocain and lay they ass down 'G' Under Pressure (Tupac) yeah, look here tho Runnin wild I never smiled as a juvenile even now I keep

we last talk and although you know my thoughts I still need to see it so we can chit so we can chat bout this and that cause when we don't talk I feel

the underground or independent existed I watched the whole scene straight jump on the dick After stepping to KCR lit and flexing my shit No gun talk,

three ("One! Two! Three! Kick it!") [Juvenile] You'se a certified clown in my eyes That's the reason why half of your hood got shit bags on your side You talk

First Verse: [Juvenile] Scraped my elbow jumpin' the fence Creepin' through the grass camoflauged lookin' for them Cowards, non-believers, contradictors

(feat. Juvenile) [Chorus: Beelow] Big bodies, them big bodies What you playin in, them big bodies Them big bodies What you flossin in, them big bodies

you wasn't born lil' girl, But God know what he doin', lil' girl (uh huh), so keep fightin. And hang on lil' man, you can't quit now, keep goin' lil'