Dj Jimi

Dj Jimi - Bounce (For the Juvenille) songtekst

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(feat. Juvenile)



[this is the first compilation Juve was on before joining Cash Money]



[First Verse: Juvenile]



Brothas don't like Juvenile because the

Brothas don't like UNLV because the



Magnolia project keep slangin' iron

A bunch of Uptown villains who don't mind dyin'

That Melphenine project keep slangin' iron

A bunch of Uptown villains who don't mind dyin'

That Calliope project keep slangin' iron

A bunch of Uptown villains who don't mind dyin'

That St. Thomas project keep slangin' iron

A bunch of front of town villains who don't mind dyin'

That 13th Ward keep slangin' iron

A bunch of Uptown villains who don't mind dyin'

That 9th Ward posse keep slangin' iron

A bunch of Downtown villains who don't mind dyin'



[Chorus: Juvenile]



Now bounce for the Juvenile, bounce for the Juvenile

Bounce trick, bounce, bounce, bounce

I said bounce for the Juvenile, bounce for the Juvenile

Bounce trick, bounce, bounce, bounce



[Second Verse: Juvenile]



Hey diddle diddle with the cat in the middle

Check out the Juvenile while I bust this riddle

Last night I met a freak, that I knew in the club,

Felt the friction from her body when I gave her a hug

I let her know up front, I ain't got no ride,

But won't you holla at the Juvey when we get outside?

She asked me fast, what we gonna do?

We gonna talk a little walk to the Rochambeaux

Now I must admit, this was a sharp dressed chick

But she wasn't that sharp, I couldn't give her the stick

I went to G-ing this freak she couldn't take this stick

She went to moanin' and groanin' Juvenile please quit

I said "TRIIIIIIIICK, stop talkin' that it,

And buy Juvenile his outfit

I want a sharp Girbaud shirt, polo socks

Girbaud shorts and a pair of Reeboks"

All the fellas say "TRIIIIIIIIIIIICK, stop talkin' that it,

And buy Juvenile his outfit

I want a sharp Girbaud shirt, polo socks

Girbaud shorts and a pair of Reeboks"



[Chorus]



[Third Verse: Juvenile]



All the fellas in the back, do what I told ya

Make them freaks pop that coochie for the wild Magnolia

All the fellas in the back, do what I told ya

Make them freaks pop that coochie for the wild Magnolia

I'm pimpinabitandcheckinanigga because I'm comin' from Uptown

The ones that's coming as fakers should possibly get shot down

I'm pimpinabitandcheckinanigga because I'm comin' from Uptown

The ones that coming as fakers should possibly get shot down

Black, black, black, black, you messin' with Mr. Juvenile

You messin' with Mr. Juvey, you messin' with Mr. Juvenile

You messin' with Mr. Juvey, you messin' with Mr. Juvenile

You messin' with Mr. Juvey,  I got the element to your heart,

Me got the element to your heart, me got the element to your heart

Me got the BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK!

The black men love hoes takin' the time,

But I NEVER mess around because I know I got the grind

Juvenile will kill ya, Juvenile will kill ya

I'm good for fuckin' ya bitch, and I'm quick to pull the trigger

Juvenile will kill ya, Juvenile will kill ya

I'm good for fuckin' ya bitch, and I'm quick to pull the trigger

I'm an Uptown villain, I got that heart

I'm raised up on the streets and I'm trigga smart

I'm an Uptown villain, I got that heart

I'm raised up on the streets and I'm trigga smart

Sellin' rocks on the cut, pushin' me dope

While I'm grabbin' at the freaks body they twerk



[chorus x1/2]



[Fourth Verse: Juvenile]



Where the virgins at?  Where the virgins at?

All of y'all put your hands in the air!

Where the virgins at?  Where the virgins at?

All of y'all put your hands in the air!

TRIIIIIIIIIIIIICK stop tellin' that lie, 

We done hit you from the back for some Popeye's

You got a three piece white, a small, cold drink,

Some red beans, a biscuit and small fries.

All the fellas say "TRIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK stop tellin' that lie,

We done hit you from the back for some Popeye's

You got a three piece white, a small, cold drink,

Some red beans, a biscuit and small fries."

Yes I smoke weed, and that's it black

So don't give no one, don't give no one no crack

One cigarette and a 40 and snake

And I fire weed spliff would just make my day

When I get high, I be spooked out

Bootin' up like I got a bunch of golds in my mouth

If you got it on your mind fella, we can go

I'm from the 3, Mac, Melph, and the Calio.



[Chorus]
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