What's Up

Juvenile

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    [Verse 1: Skip]
    U-T-P
    Its only 5 seconds till' we blow up
    4 - 3 - 2 - 1 - boom, hold up
    Skip, you all pickin that cotton?, no sir
    I'm in the back with your daughter trying to poke up
    Why do you think there's chicken and watermelon (why)
    Cuz the beef it come easy and be hard to sell it
    See I got some right now and you all can get it
    Enough shells in this bitch to make you bargain wit it

    [Juvenile]
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    [Skip]
    SOLD
    UTP done shipped gold
    So they done re-ordered
    Saying we harder
    Not even MTV trying to be bothered (what !)

    Now we pardoned the whole program
    Do you have grey poupon...no ma'am
    Play your hand, I'ma do me
    And that "U" and Juve, thats UTP

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    [Hook - Kango Slim]
    UT Piggidy stay smokin that biggidy
    Me and my niggadies got this bitch of the higgady
    (Juvenile)
    Whats up {*10X*}
    (Kangol Slim)
    UT Piggidy stay smokin that biggidy
    Me and my niggadies got this bitch of the higgady
    (Juvenile)
    Whats up {*10X*}

    [Verse 2: Wacko]
    Damn skip, its hot in here
    Somebody got shot in here
    How'd you get that glock in here
    They shootin !, like Nas in here
    Me and my niggaz never pop the air
    We'll pop ya hair
    Leave holes in a RocaWear
    shit bad gone stressed in a rockin chair
    Or Up in ICU, they got doctors there
    we the reason why the choppers here
    And them drops is here
    Why them minks and them (?) in there
    Damn Juv, you even runnin shop in here?
    Watch yourself, they got undercover cops in here
    See you peepin out the glock a wear
    Its some hot look here
    I can stash 10 shots in here
    Flew to NY you know I to cop from there
    On 1 45th and broadway, its proper there

    [Hook]

    [Verse 3: Juvenile]
    I guess I'm the bad guy in this movie
    Dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun, here comes Juve
    My courtway don't have no lights
    We don't have nothin but shootouts and murders we don't have no fights
    You know
    Give me the chance I'ma show you a lick
    have a gift wrapped packet sent south to his bitch
    Robbin' face dear diary
    I'm lookin for a way out, believin in the gun but I know one day its gon' play out
    Fuckin with them, this is UTP day now
    When we hit the projects niggaz know to bring them K's out
    weapons in bags stay close to the stash
    my bitch'll put it in her pussy when the po-po's pass
    They gon'fuck with me anyway cuz they know my past
    The really don't appreciate the way I brag
    I got 50 000 dollars in my grill cuz I spit jewels
    Worry bout' me, I'm not concerned bout what a bitch do

    [Hook]

    Información de la canción

    Composición: Juvenile, Damon Mentrell Grison y Clifford Nicholas

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