Keep Talkin'

Juvenile

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    [Chorus: Skip] - 2X
    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 talkin' out the side of your mouth (POW!)

    [Skip]
    Since I hit the TV now I'm a hot topic
    But that don't mean Skipper won't pop it
    Ain't that that dude with the H2 and the nice wallet?
    And I got four words - stay off my dick
    You wanna make it to where Skip ain't got shit
    So you could ride around town and spread your gossip
    Make up stories like "U.T.P. done dropped Skip"
    "Juve' used the man, paid him and then got rich"
    C'mon stop it, you're makin' it up
    Damn, how much hate is enough, boy you faker than fuck
    "I just saw Skip blazin' it up
    With a dime piece, smilin', gettin' head in the truck
    Look, right now he headed for us" (Look!)
    "You lyin' motherfucker, dude he right behind 'em, you a busta"
    Cause that's your old lady he with
    Them hoes is for everbody, stop savin' a bitch

    [Chorus] - 2X

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    [Redd Eyezz]
    Open my eyes when the sun rise, blazin'
    First nigga on the strip, even if my block's hotter than Cajun
    I cop them Haitan, Jamaicans, Cubans and Yanks
    Program with every race, now I cuts my own steak
    Known to take G trips to a town like Wimbleton
    Get a bust' down spot and be servin' like Wimbledon
    Black John McEnroe, my rap flows are clapped (uh-hu)
    Supposed to be hot as Tabasco, look at them assholes now
    Homie, when I'm seen there's a crowd
    With head bustas off the streets talkin' loud, ready to wild
    Get respect for a few things
    Deranged, the chopper spit
    And the first off the block to cop a new Range
    Life is fast, I get cash and write about it
    At night it ain't safe in the South, we bout it bout it
    Doubt it and get bodied 'cause the shotty will lift -
    your big muscleman bodyguard off his shit

    [Chorus] - 2X

    [Juvenile]
    Who lil' daddy with the fitted cap turned back?
    Know some of these niggaz got respect, he tryin' to earn that
    Hopefully one of these niggaz with yayo will see that
    And put him in the right position he tryin' to be at
    They talkin' in the wind but they no better than the play though
    They could make a carton or a t-shirt in a day though
    I ain't tryin' to flex my power bitch but I got say so
    And I could make a million; American, yen or peso
    They say I got a attitude, that's not the issue at all
    Don't get involved when I'm doin' what I have to do
    I'm suttle now but I could turn into an animal
    Blow it out of proportion and I ain't understandin' you
    Not in it for the short, I want the long term
    Fuck the government, I'ma take care of my own children
    You gon' have to zip your lip up, before a nigga flip up
    I don't think they understandin' me, holler at 'em Skipper

    [Chorus] - 4.5X

    Información de la canción

    Composición: Juvenile, Clifford Nicholas, Mr Sinister y Eyezz Redd

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