Juvenile

Juvenile - Da Magnolia lyrics

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[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.. they stay.. shit they.. don't know
 Keep it.. quiet.. tell no-.. -body
 Start no.. shit and.. stay in.. silence
 Maintain.. focus.. stay off.. porches
 Watch for.. poachers.. carry.. toasters

 (Chorus [Mannie Fresh])
 Da... Magnolia
 Home... of tha soldiers
 Da... Magnolia
 Home... of tha soldiers
 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
 Where you goin', motherfucker, where you goin'
 Where you from, motherfucker, where you from
 I know where I'm goin'
 To tha fuckin' Magnolia
 Believe that there
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Layin' it down
 Layin' it down
 To 3000

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Language: English

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