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lirik lagu cock it – juvenile

uh huh, uh huh
mic check, one, two
it’s juvenile comin’ through
uh uh, c’mon, c’mon

who the man? if i ain’t it, n-gg- can’t claim it
i can take a small name and make it famous
i reason with no one homie, i got fa sho cliental
i’m a x l out here in the streets or lyin’ in jail

i’m quick tempered, please limit ya words
i will send you in a hurry down south with the splurge
it’s kind of hard to understand me ’cause i speak with a slur
but my guns speak a language all the people done heard

streets sense gon’ keep me in it for a minute
you f-ckin’ with a general, salute me lieutenant
i’m not too particular with lies
i look ’em in their eyes, say a pray before you die

this ain’t about me, this is ’bout somethin’ that’s spoke
you know runnin’ with a n-gg- while you cuttin’ his throat
oh you loose lip b-tches get hung from a rope, you know
bagged up and throwed off the side of a boat, oh!

c-ck it, take berrata then pop it
give me that, out ya pocket ’cause the best can’t stop it
east coast wh-ssup? down south wh-ssup?
west coast wh-ssup? mid west wh-ssup?

c-ck it, take berrata then pop it
give me that out ya pocket ’cause the best can’t stop it
east coast wh-ssup? down south wh-ssup?
west coast wh-ssup? mid west wh-ssup?

keep on makin’ ya laws, i’m a keep breakin’ them
i can move a package in any city i’m stationed in
if ya son touchin’ my sh-t, you better pray for him
bust his head and catch me a flight to where the hatred’s been

i ain’t the only solider they got a lot of these
all of these children make me know who dropped a lot of seeds
i smoke till my eyes shut, stay strapped
so if you think about sneakin’, you better wise up

hit you with the traqualizer, let it fill ya head
paralyze you, have ya screamin’, “i can’t feel my legs”
regardless of what a n-gg- or a b-tch done said
the sh-ll around ya get puked like eggs

i’m from the m a g n o l i a
my b-tches gonna listen to what the h-ll i say
you n-gg-s gonna respect it or get out my way
or the coroner’s gonna happen to ya all time sake

c-ck it, take berrata then pop it
give me that out ya pocket ’cause the best can’t stop it
east coast wh-ssup? down south wh-ssup?
west coast wh-ssup? mid west wh-ssup?

you old n-gg-s on ya last limb
move over, let some n-gg-s who really want it come cash in
suppose to get killed for c-ck blockin’ in cells
solider bet you can’t get no chronic up in h-ll

fresh off the porch where the stash spot
i’m hungry tryna get the same respect that my dad got
got the chopper, cut the weight, nice in the trash box
n-gg- be on paper, so himmed up from the bad cops

how the hoes be actin’, hopin’ for child support
i need to sn-tch me a coat and endorse it with dope
i ain’t even gotta speak on it i put my g on it
n-gg-s gon’ let us get that whenever we want it

beef is beef whenever the sh-t occurs
if it’s real, it’s gon’ resolve into metal for sure
but hit the right one, he ain’t respectin’ my bad
my only satisfaction will be poppin’ your -ss

c-ck it, take berrata then pop it
give me that out ya pocket ’cause the best can’t stop it
east coast wh-ssup? down south wh-ssup?
west coast wh-ssup? mid west wh-ssup?

- juvenile

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