Tekst :

[Chorus]
(One) Never gonna stop tryin to get it
(Two) Never turn my back on my city
(Three) Never let the money fuck with me
(Four) I ma never stop hollerin at the bitches

And the sets go up [17X]

[Juvenile]
Hey homie, you don t wanna get familiar with us
Fuckin over you would give me and my niggaz a rush
I m sick of all you and the fortune and supposed to be thugs
Tellin stories bout your life when that was not how it was
Yeah a nigga did some shit back in the days with the pack
Like in your hood, when you was out there gettin paid with the crack
You get the fuck when you hear shots and it s not yo peep
But if a ricochet hit you, you better pop yo heat
Yeah you know I m from the Nolia but you do not know me
Quit eyeballin a nigga down fore you get shot homie
You don t wanna know what I ve been thinkin up
You better go head on and find you another spot to chill
cause I ve been drinkin cuz
We see a light and everything ain t great
It s like everybody mind is in the same old state, ya know
I ll throw a nigga fucked up with his revenues
I ma tell you four fuckin things I ma never do

[Chorus]
(One) Never gonna stop tryin to get it
(Two) Never turn my back on my city
(Three) Never let the money fuck with me
(Four) I ma never stop hollerin at the bitches

And the sets go up [9X]

[Juvenile]
From the 3 to the 17, ey yo we doin it big
If you re ghetto you know who Wacko and Juvenile is
New Orleans, see I ma rep that, cause these my peeps
You could pick up some bad habits hangin in these streets
Have you talkin to this and that nigga and showin your teeth
Walkin round you like you took care and you handled your beef
Pissed off cause your hoe wanna come talk to me
To show me the little gift that she done bought for me
I take it back to when the big timers was pushin the size
When niggaz wore Dickies suits like it was regular jobs
We cop Adidas, ghost town and Anita s used to be packed
And rumors started poppin and it started to crack
We used to drink Crazy Horse and shoot dice in the back
We had four rules in life and I can promise you that

[Chorus]
(One) Never gonna stop tryin to get it
(Two) Never turn my back on my city
(Three) Never let the money fuck with me
(Four) I ma never stop hollerin at the bitches

And the sets go up [9X]

[Wacko]
Now why you muggin a nigga? Let that bitch go
Let her bounce with a gangsta out six coat
Let her wil out and flick it off a disco
Let me gas up, dick her down and get ghost
Ain t trickin for the vagina, I like to get throat
Yo stupid ass tryin to stay in here and lick toes
Good girls love G s, that s how the shit go
That s why niggaz need to tighten up and get low
I know you heard of *clap-clap*, I m gettin doe
Let me check my palm pilot, I m gettin hoes
Let me check my squad wallets, we gettin close
My squad up in the crowd wilin , they spittin more
Drive by in the 5-5, forget a 4
Five, five and another five, we get a show
Fifteen and another five, you ll get some blow
You hustlin your block, pop and you get some more

[Chorus]
(One) Never gonna stop tryin to get it
(Two) Never turn my back on my city
(Three) Never let the money fuck with me
(Four) I ma never stop hollerin at these bitches

And the sets go up [17X]

Tekst :

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Uh, Uh, Uh I took my first break in seventy-five
I tell the story like yesterday when(??) was alive
didn t do shit with my brothers without makin e m mad
couldn t get along with nobody so I just ran with my Dad
he took me right there where the killas be
across court from Mileton between Clarion and Wilistry
we shot ball on crates tryna get paid by all means
started snatchin purses by Wall Greens
seen Titey get hit up in the melt when I was young
paramedics couldn t even find his tongue
thats when I started totin my heat to call a G
my family was deep but wasn t goin in that water with me
right after Mr.Martin s class (??)and me
straight to Barret think I was worried bout the trulency? please
got paid for them old timers puttin in work
like Mr. Frank he sold fruit, watermelons, and herbs

[Chorus]
Even though the times was hard
I didn t fear no man but God
you lookin at New Orleans crime rate
right up in the place, soulja s beware this is Juve the great
Juve the great
Juve the great
Juve the great
this is Juve the great
Juve the great
Juve the great
Juve the great
this is Juve the great

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Mama thought her son was really doin it tight
when I was the one out here not doin it right
until she found my stash she couldn t believe all the weed she found
shit it must ve been a half a pound
I was thirteen then back when Yoga was caddillac n it
my campaign was let a lil nigga get a crack at it
far from a gangsta but was learnin alot
ain t just be the one that earnin the pot
after the turn of the clock I started bankin on the low with the dope
got slugged up so hoes ll notice me mo
tee s, reeboks, and girbauds I had a few (??) to write
regular hood shit the average niggaz go through in life
wanted to be a lil gorilla, and more day killas
(???) and we ball I know they ll flip ya
I stayed away from them cats who didn t communicate well
cause them was them niggaz that would ve had me in jail

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Juvenile]
At fifteen I carried alot of wieght on my back
me and my brother infact, I kept my money intact
I mad my real power moves soon as Juv got one
headed straight to the irish counter nigga who got guns?
shit my people Bobby and surviva got hit too
and I heard my name was poppin up in some shit too
wasn t no cool cans off googlin no more
it was either cry like a bitch or go sell it and score
my first case wanted my respect in the worst way
couldn t tell me shit when I was hungry and thirs-ty
have a nigga way out his religion ya heard me
I guess it s punishment to who and never was worthy
every since I leanred about guns and coke
I made a vow to myself that I would never go broke
do what I gotta do to eat
I probably can t play no sports but I can work these streets

[Chorus]

Tekst :

[B.G.]
You know we don t drop hits, uh-uh
We drop classics nigga, uh-huh
Cash Money, c mon, get at me nigga

Nigga thuggin, is in my blood and my genes
All the niggaz I fuck with they bling bling
But yet it s my block my hood my set nigga
Uptown is the spot where you get put to the test nigga
Best be bout unloadin a Tec nigga
You better protect your head, fuck the chest nigga
I run with the killers guerillas and the headbusters
I grew up with murderers and hustlers you can t trust em
I been cut-throatin niggaz for a while now
I stay to tapin and whoopin ballers who got plots
of birds or chickens or ki s or bricks, whatever
Click clack! I got to have it, no matter
what, the, situation be
I m bout my fetti my dollars my loot my grip my green
UPT 13 and CMB
is what I represent for life and I m H-O-T nigga

(4, minutes, left!)

[Juvenile]
Dis bitch off the hook! Nigga never sleep
Dis bitch full of crooks, they hunt for the weak
Niggaz comin home tryin to hit em a lick
Wanna bounce from a quarter ounce up to a brick
Dem old side niggaz, them new side niggaz
Might get loaded but they do ride niggaz
They stuck in line, but right after it s all over
The block party jumpin at Washington in Magnolia
They smokin weed, they slangin D they sellin ki s
While bitches shakin they ass in the middle of the street
You representin? It better be M-A-G
Or niggaz gon get mad and, never let you leave
A bill mine, 6th Street and Hadley
Willow Street, Robertson and T.C.
It s on fire from the wars they cause
A bunch of ignorant motherfuckers wearin camoflauge

(3, minutes, left!)

[Lil Wayne]
Yes, one-seven nigga, look
Niggaz step down to the nasty, filthy, dirty
Holly Grove, Carrington, 17 you heard me?
Need them, birdies? You should see Weezy
Prices, cheaper than the average, ki s be
We be, thuggers, stunners, hustlers
Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers
What the, hell? What is that I smell?
No it s not but it s a dead body by the canal
My grill, platinum; necklace, platinum
Rolex, platinum; Hot Boy, ask him
Blunts, we pass em; guns, we have em
We do not flash em unless we gon blast em
My clothes, Rees, Tees, Girbauds
Fo -fo s, semi-automatic calicos
Brrrrrrr! Reload - *tch-chk* explode
Let it be told, I m from Holly Grove, what?

(2, minutes, left!)

[Turk]
Look.. look, look
Plenty got diamonds in my Rolex
Two karats on my finger, ten around my fuckin neck
It s a must everyday that I keep my pockets fat
Got so many haters that s why I stay strapped on my gat
I bust back back leave yo bitch ass flat
Trust that if you play with me I dress in black
That s a fact don t make me click up with Karen and Brad-Brad(?)
You head your lose that, ain t no comin back back, I m tellin you
Play with me your people people gon be smellin you
Make me pop and throw, six niggaz gon carry you
People don t have no money they can t bury you
Don t have no insurance you be in the freezer a week or two
Bought that insurin yourself cousin
Get it how you live it nigga when they come cousin
Gun I ma peel it nigga you can run cousin
Gun click get hit and you get stung cousin, stung cousin

(I hope you got the message!)

There s something special happening at our house today
Our friends are coming over and we re all gonna play
But we re not playing with bricks or blocks or outside in thesand
We re heading for the kitchen
To play with pots and pans!

Chorus:
We re the neighborhood kitchen pots and pans rhythm...

What grew
What grew
What grew and inside who
First so simple was the vow
Then the chorus sang about
Your shoulder
The mooring for me
Like water lost in the sea

The cold heart will burst
If mistrusted first
And a calm heart will break
When given a shake

I’m a stem now
Pushing the drought aside
Opening up
Fanning my yellow eye
On...

December, why does it always rain
Why does it never snow

Tempers, pulling you round again

It only takes one word to bring you round
But nothing can last forever
It s getting better all the time now
I can feel it again

Falling, dropping like a...

Eines Abends stand er einfach vor der Tür
Die Sonne wollt grad untergehn
Stand plötzlich da und sagte nichts - kein wort - zu mir
Als würd er immer so dastehn

Ich sprach ihn an, doch er sprach nicht
Stand nur so da im...

You know me, I used to get caught up in everyday life
Tried to make it through my day so i could sleep at night
Tried to figure out my way through the maze
Of rights and wrongs, but like you used to say
Nothing feels like it s really...