| Lyrics: | [Verse 1: Juvenile]
Ay you wan' score ki, no you wan'score an ounce
I ain't gon' show you
shit, make sure you got the right amount
boy I can't front you nuttin but I respect ya G
it
could get fatal if I let niggaz get next to me
the junkies like my coke, Doctors, and Lawyers
too
they in, and out here all day lookin for the right Peru
I use to do it too but I had to
let it go
I can't get loaded I'm lil' wodie that supply the coke
my shit'll have you where
you don't even much wanna eat
have you a lack of sleep always out up in them streets
been in
rehab for weeks come home and get a bag from me
you gon' relapse indeed, probably want ever
leave
don't want no problems I just wanna get this cheddar please
I can't get popped, I've
been convicted for two felonies
look I'm just tryna put some clothes on my daughter
I hope
they ain't ridin I need to sell this other quarter
[Chorus]
If you score some coke from
me
you will be numb, numb, numb, numb, numb
numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb
if
you don't get it from me you will be
dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
dumb, dumb, dumb,
dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
you'll be comin back in minutes to get
some, some, some, some,
some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some
damn Juvie where you get that
from,
from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from
[Verse 2:
Juvenile]
They don't work off the hit cause we don't fuck with the foes
they be sellin them
soft we had enough of them sold
and we work off the hit cause we don't fuck with the foes
we
don't be sellin them soft we had enough of them sold
weigh it and bring it in this shit is
shipped to me
I never |
