Song | Welcome 2 the Nolia |
Artist | Juvenile |
Album | 400 Degreez |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Juvenile | |
It's world war iii where i'ma be with 2 stars | |
Better tighten up your act, you bout to get loose, fool | |
Move all your valuables, cuz them boyz at your throat with them calicos | |
I mean, me myself, i just don't wanna see nobody get hurt | |
Wanna live? keep your black ass from out of my turf | |
You look like wanna of them boyz that ain't never been ****** over | |
I'm bout to change that, send that boy to tha nolia | |
Put a pistol in his face, make em' empty out his pockets | |
If he think we fakin, he gon' know after we ******* it | |
And come to the pj's, if you wanna score something | |
Get my peeps laid cuz we make mother*******s catch the cut quick | |
Might laugh with ya but we ain't to be trusted | |
I tie my solja rag tight around my head man | |
Now i'm gettin processed with a red band | |
Chorus (juvenile) | |
We release with amminition when our beef is in site | |
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light | |
No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life | |
Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody | |
Throw ya sets up *************, throw ya sets up | |
Throw ya sets up *************, throw ya sets up | |
But throw ya sets up *************, throw ya sets up | |
But throw ya sets up *************, throw ya sets up | |
[turk] | |
Solja's be camoflaugin' | |
Hittin blocks realla, they be bout ridin | |
You get chopped realla, at any timein' | |
Cuz in that nolia they play tha game raw | |
No more beats closin shop when the beef start | |
Ah, ah, i don't think you're ready for these *************z | |
Ldtc-6 coated wild willas | |
Head bustas, and wig spltitas where i'm from | |
Choppas max, with red dots in the drum | |
Playinin it raw with ****** | |
That's how we play it, duckin chris, flat top & big red | |
Wootay ain't nothin nice | |
Spin corners in broad light, can't move stiff like ice | |
Get killed if the price on yo face, me & juve burn with case, from the scene | |
With fled | |
Take hits like black & moe did back in the dayz | |
At night in tha nolia, *************z be in tha hallwayz | |
Chorus (juvenile) | |
We release with ammunition when our beef is in site | |
Way up in your jurisdiction bout to turn up the light | |
No vest, no chest wootay jeopardize your life | |
Now we ain't gotta explain to ya, this for everybody | |
Throw ya sets up *************, throw ya sets up | |
Throw ya sets up *************, throw ya sets up | |
But throw ya sets up *************, throw ya sets up | |
But throw ya sets up *************, throw ya sets up | |
[turk] | |
************* done flashed up, i had to deal with the ************* | |
Catch em' down bad, and put some steel on tha ************* | |
Let em' know this young *************, ain't to be ****** wit | |
2 time i'm comin through, 1 time you gettin ya wig split | |
When i release, aimin straight for your top | |
Non stop hollin purse *************, you gon' drop | |
Tha magnolia chest opena', glock toatera', block soakera' | |
Down for a murdera' | |
In tha rover, choppin ya down, put your sets up ************* | |
Represent that uptown | |
[juvenile] | |
****** wit theze real boyz, i'ma kill ya | |
You don't want me hot at you, you know i'ma gorilla | |
I've been trained to get way low in the mud | |
Molded on tha streets and used to runnin wit thugs | |
************* you ************* wit turk, you gotta ************* wit me what | |
Where is you gonna be when them boks (reeboks) in tha mud | |
Don't make me come down there and show one of you ******* | |
Don't make me come down there and blow one of you ******* | |
Chorus (juvenile) | |
We release with ammunition when our beef is in site | |
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light | |
No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life | |
Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody | |
Throw ya sets up *************, throw ya sets up | |
Throw ya sets up *************, throw ya sets up | |
But throw ya sets up *************, throw ya sets up | |
But throw ya sets up *************, throw ya sets up | |
But throw ya side up *************, throw ya side up | |
But throw ya ward up, ************* throw ya ward up | |
Chorus (juvenile) | |
We release with ammunition when our beef is in site | |
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light | |
No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life | |
Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody | |
Throw ya sets up *************, throw ya sets up | |
Throw ya sets up *************, throw ya sets up | |
But throw ya sets up *************, throw ya sets up | |
But throw ya sets up *************, throw ya sets up | |
We release wit ammunition...we release wit ammunition | |
When our beef is in site...when our beef is in site... | |
We release wit ammunition when our beef is in site | |
We release wit ammunition when our beef is in site | |
When our beef is in site... |
zuo ci : Juvenile | |
It' s world war iii where i' ma be with 2 stars | |
Better tighten up your act, you bout to get loose, fool | |
Move all your valuables, cuz them boyz at your throat with them calicos | |
I mean, me myself, i just don' t wanna see nobody get hurt | |
Wanna live? keep your black ass from out of my turf | |
You look like wanna of them boyz that ain' t never been over | |
I' m bout to change that, send that boy to tha nolia | |
Put a pistol in his face, make em' empty out his pockets | |
If he think we fakin, he gon' know after we it | |
And come to the pj' s, if you wanna score something | |
Get my peeps laid cuz we make mother s catch the cut quick | |
Might laugh with ya but we ain' t to be trusted | |
I tie my solja rag tight around my head man | |
Now i' m gettin processed with a red band | |
Chorus juvenile | |
We release with amminition when our beef is in site | |
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light | |
No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life | |
Now we ain' t got to explain it to ya, this for everybody | |
Throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
Throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
But throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
But throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
turk | |
Solja' s be camoflaugin' | |
Hittin blocks realla, they be bout ridin | |
You get chopped realla, at any timein' | |
Cuz in that nolia they play tha game raw | |
No more beats closin shop when the beef start | |
Ah, ah, i don' t think you' re ready for these z | |
Ldtc6 coated wild willas | |
Head bustas, and wig spltitas where i' m from | |
Choppas max, with red dots in the drum | |
Playinin it raw with | |
That' s how we play it, duckin chris, flat top big red | |
Wootay ain' t nothin nice | |
Spin corners in broad light, can' t move stiff like ice | |
Get killed if the price on yo face, me juve burn with case, from the scene | |
With fled | |
Take hits like black moe did back in the dayz | |
At night in tha nolia, z be in tha hallwayz | |
Chorus juvenile | |
We release with ammunition when our beef is in site | |
Way up in your jurisdiction bout to turn up the light | |
No vest, no chest wootay jeopardize your life | |
Now we ain' t gotta explain to ya, this for everybody | |
Throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
Throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
But throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
But throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
turk | |
done flashed up, i had to deal with the | |
Catch em' down bad, and put some steel on tha | |
Let em' know this young , ain' t to be wit | |
2 time i' m comin through, 1 time you gettin ya wig split | |
When i release, aimin straight for your top | |
Non stop hollin purse , you gon' drop | |
Tha magnolia chest opena', glock toatera', block soakera' | |
Down for a murdera' | |
In tha rover, choppin ya down, put your sets up | |
Represent that uptown | |
juvenile | |
wit theze real boyz, i' ma kill ya | |
You don' t want me hot at you, you know i' ma gorilla | |
I' ve been trained to get way low in the mud | |
Molded on tha streets and used to runnin wit thugs | |
you wit turk, you gotta wit me what | |
Where is you gonna be when them boks reeboks in tha mud | |
Don' t make me come down there and show one of you | |
Don' t make me come down there and blow one of you | |
Chorus juvenile | |
We release with ammunition when our beef is in site | |
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light | |
No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life | |
Now we ain' t got to explain it to ya, this for everybody | |
Throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
Throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
But throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
But throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
But throw ya side up , throw ya side up | |
But throw ya ward up, throw ya ward up | |
Chorus juvenile | |
We release with ammunition when our beef is in site | |
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light | |
No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life | |
Now we ain' t got to explain it to ya, this for everybody | |
Throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
Throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
But throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
But throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
We release wit ammunition... we release wit ammunition | |
When our beef is in site... when our beef is in site... | |
We release wit ammunition when our beef is in site | |
We release wit ammunition when our beef is in site | |
When our beef is in site... |
zuò cí : Juvenile | |
It' s world war iii where i' ma be with 2 stars | |
Better tighten up your act, you bout to get loose, fool | |
Move all your valuables, cuz them boyz at your throat with them calicos | |
I mean, me myself, i just don' t wanna see nobody get hurt | |
Wanna live? keep your black ass from out of my turf | |
You look like wanna of them boyz that ain' t never been over | |
I' m bout to change that, send that boy to tha nolia | |
Put a pistol in his face, make em' empty out his pockets | |
If he think we fakin, he gon' know after we it | |
And come to the pj' s, if you wanna score something | |
Get my peeps laid cuz we make mother s catch the cut quick | |
Might laugh with ya but we ain' t to be trusted | |
I tie my solja rag tight around my head man | |
Now i' m gettin processed with a red band | |
Chorus juvenile | |
We release with amminition when our beef is in site | |
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light | |
No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life | |
Now we ain' t got to explain it to ya, this for everybody | |
Throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
Throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
But throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
But throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
turk | |
Solja' s be camoflaugin' | |
Hittin blocks realla, they be bout ridin | |
You get chopped realla, at any timein' | |
Cuz in that nolia they play tha game raw | |
No more beats closin shop when the beef start | |
Ah, ah, i don' t think you' re ready for these z | |
Ldtc6 coated wild willas | |
Head bustas, and wig spltitas where i' m from | |
Choppas max, with red dots in the drum | |
Playinin it raw with | |
That' s how we play it, duckin chris, flat top big red | |
Wootay ain' t nothin nice | |
Spin corners in broad light, can' t move stiff like ice | |
Get killed if the price on yo face, me juve burn with case, from the scene | |
With fled | |
Take hits like black moe did back in the dayz | |
At night in tha nolia, z be in tha hallwayz | |
Chorus juvenile | |
We release with ammunition when our beef is in site | |
Way up in your jurisdiction bout to turn up the light | |
No vest, no chest wootay jeopardize your life | |
Now we ain' t gotta explain to ya, this for everybody | |
Throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
Throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
But throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
But throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
turk | |
done flashed up, i had to deal with the | |
Catch em' down bad, and put some steel on tha | |
Let em' know this young , ain' t to be wit | |
2 time i' m comin through, 1 time you gettin ya wig split | |
When i release, aimin straight for your top | |
Non stop hollin purse , you gon' drop | |
Tha magnolia chest opena', glock toatera', block soakera' | |
Down for a murdera' | |
In tha rover, choppin ya down, put your sets up | |
Represent that uptown | |
juvenile | |
wit theze real boyz, i' ma kill ya | |
You don' t want me hot at you, you know i' ma gorilla | |
I' ve been trained to get way low in the mud | |
Molded on tha streets and used to runnin wit thugs | |
you wit turk, you gotta wit me what | |
Where is you gonna be when them boks reeboks in tha mud | |
Don' t make me come down there and show one of you | |
Don' t make me come down there and blow one of you | |
Chorus juvenile | |
We release with ammunition when our beef is in site | |
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light | |
No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life | |
Now we ain' t got to explain it to ya, this for everybody | |
Throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
Throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
But throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
But throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
But throw ya side up , throw ya side up | |
But throw ya ward up, throw ya ward up | |
Chorus juvenile | |
We release with ammunition when our beef is in site | |
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light | |
No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life | |
Now we ain' t got to explain it to ya, this for everybody | |
Throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
Throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
But throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
But throw ya sets up , throw ya sets up | |
We release wit ammunition... we release wit ammunition | |
When our beef is in site... when our beef is in site... | |
We release wit ammunition when our beef is in site | |
We release wit ammunition when our beef is in site | |
When our beef is in site... |