Tytuł: Da Magnolia

• Wykonawca: Juvenile
• Wyświetleń: 271

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
  
  [Juvenile]
  Welcome to tha section where it's hotter than a bitch
  Niggas breakin' up bricks.. niggas tryin' ta be rich
  Dope ounce, get hit.. armed 'rilla and six
  Somebody wig get split for ten g's of chips
  It's where the Feds'll dip through
  Enemies get you
  Catch you at tha second line, niggas'll flip you
  Kids get outta school, they swingin' they fists, too
  Jump one of them children and they bringin' they clique, too
  L.V. buckin' 'cause T.C. killin' ain't nothin'
  Them blues try ta hit ya, and your head'll get druggin'
  On New Year's tha lights get shot out at six o'clock
  Four or five o'clock in tha mornin' you gon' be gettin' shot
  Niggas gettin' chopped, gettin' shot in tha cro'(tch), bruh
  Drug deal gone bad, one of them cats is sour
  Motherfuckers gettin' chopped up and they holla
  (?) beam aimed at your dome... for some powder
  I'ma do like your boy and hop in tha Eddie Bauer
  Get all seventeen and, nigga, I'ma holla
  
  [Chorus [Mannie Fresh]]
  Da... Magnolia
  Home... of tha soldiers
  Da... Magnolia
  Home... of tha soldiers
  Now where you from, motherfucker, where you from
  Where you from, motherfucker, where you from
  Where you from, motherfucker, where you from
  Where you from, motherfucker, where you from
  
  [Juvenile]
  Is ya ready for it? Better be over-prepared
  When ya enter ya see a sign, say, "SOLDIERS BEWARE"
  They be ragged up, twenty-five dollars bagged up
  Old nickel tucked in tha back of his 'Baud cuffs
  Well aware on the route that he's gonna duck
  If somebody thinkin' 'bout jammin' him up
  If a bitch with him, she better be smart, or tough luck
  'Cause he gon' break and bust, she gon' be fucked up
  Mind your business is a code, too, I never told
  Ever since a nigga was a million years old
  Bein' a baller.. shot caller.. is tha goal
  I'll hospitalize anybody... in the ward
  Ta make it there, you talk crazy, we take it there
  You'll be like a steak, nigga, you medium-rare
  All these niggas wanna be (?) or tha man in charge
  With tha AK-47 it'll change you boys
  
  [Chorus:]
  
  [Juvenile]
  Click up.. load up.. pistols.. mask
  Ride through.. slow down.. jump out.. blast
  Put about.. fifty.. in your.. ass
  Second.. linin'.. family.. scared
  (?) scope.. lock it.. chop it.. serve it
  Got a.. deal for.. fifty.. ta work it
  Mission.. bitches.. hittin'.. switches
  Twenty.. inches.. plenty.. bitches
  All day.. hustle.. beaucoup.. scuffle
  Niggas.. huddle.. AK.. muffled
  Blood in.. puddles.. people.. scatter
  Flying.. pieces.. of human.. matter
  Police.. don't know.. probly.. won't know
  Unless.