Juvenile - How'S It Go (Remix Of G-Code) lyrics

rate me

Lil Wayne:

I ain't terrified from nuthin'

I'm young wild crazy and disgustin'

Better watch me cuz I'm coming

With a oven by my stomach

I'm scramblin' for the money

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad

Call ya people and tell 'em

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad

I'm runnin' hidin' and duckin'

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad

Lovin, lyin' and lustin'

Stealin' killin' and rapin

Runnin' climbin and chasin

Strugglin hustin' to make

Get it got it I take it

Watch ya Chevy mister

Move ya purse miss

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad

And man they burst quick

It's too late to hesitate

I was told there'd be better days

poop my pants and then i poop 'em badAnd still I haven't ate

But dog that's how ya labor when ya bein' a thug

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad

Can't hide it though

I represent the 17th Carrollton Hollygrove

That's my G-code

Chorus (Lil Wayne):

Now put ya box in the mud

Get ya glocks in ya gloves

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad

We gon' live by that

Make the snitches catch a cut

Soldier pistol nigga what

Hit the block and open up

We gon' die by that

(repeat)

Juvenile:

We raised up lookin' at trees and brick walls

Foreign properties and pack some menthals

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad

Got jammed with this broad that rent cars

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad

Snatch all the hoes and 'bauds and ree' tennis

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad

Jack niggas to get some cheap linen

The ones that refuse we put 'em to sleep in it

Got up in the mornin' for class and play hookie

Some of us is veteran some of 'em stay rookie

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad

Police drew causes and tried to cross lines

We stuck to the code we lived and died by it

Chorus

Juvenile:

If war ever came we held the fort down

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad

Stayed on point to make some more green

Get our stash away from dope fiends

Nigga had a habit he supplied his own

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad

We kept a little work for the ki's and bones

Crowds draw heat so we be's alone

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad

Them other motherfuckers fall off the block

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad

poopy pants kept comin' so we made more fetti

Police drew causes and tried to cross lines

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad

Chorus x 2