understand) Cuz playin' ain't the thang to do (ya understand) It ain't that hard I did it before (ya understand) U just gon' make sure let nobody know (ya understand
understand) I'll ride everyday of the week (ya understand) Ya get ya issue when ya playin' with me (ya understand) I'll crawl at the spot that ya sleep (ya understand
Traduzione: Giovanile. U Comprendere.
I ain't afraid to die, I want to see what's after this I'm living blind writing rhymes Til they capture this And if we die let the world understand why
What you wanna do right now punk trick Im all about the dollar bill See im the one that puts you down Everybody?s hiding now It?s the d u b to the capital
I ain't looking for trouble, I'm just looking to prosper You might catch me eating chicken and shrimp, fetticini pasta M.O.B.'s my tree, and S.U.C. is
', niggas we gunnin' Hit y'all for somethin' Hit y'all for frontin' Bitch cat mark from the blocks where i be at Juvenile'll get slapped Bet u understand
was outty, Now she calls me sayin' how she feel about me, "Come back to me, Juvenile, I'm beggin' you please", "Won't you just come back to me, Juvenile
up on somebody that wanna hear that Cuz this somebody here don't wanna know (Pussy) Boy, U better act like U understand When U roll with Pussy Control
job, lose the herb (Stop smokin', oh no!) 24 half eaten chicken legs (Can't do that!) Make U wanna holler, make U beg (Yep) U don't understand where
somebody here don't wanna know Boy, U better act like U understand When U roll with Pussy Control" (Are U ready?) Aaah, Pussy Control, oh Aaah, Pussy
, pardon No talkin, Mr. say sparkin Niggas can't understand They still walkin [Chorus] [Boobonic] Hot ass whips is what they see Boo in We play down in C-A-C-U
here don't wanna know Boy, u better act like u understand When u roll with pussy control (Are u ready?) Ah, pussy control, oh Ah, pussy control, oh
be found We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooh) We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooh) We done hit U up, lit you up, twist
can call me You know I keep a "blucka-blucka" Hit 'em all week Give me the keys to the bubble I'm on y'all street Juvenile (Juvenile) [Juvenile] Baby
reason she be runnin' down south Bitches high for a ride dependin' who key startin' So fuck a Jaguar cop a Aston Martin, pardon No talkin', Mr. say sparkin' Niggas can't understand