Lirik Lagu Sets Go Up - Juvenile
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(feat. Wacko)
[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 usFuckin' over you would give me and my niggaz a rushI'm sick of all you and the fortune and supposed to be thugsTellin' stories 'bout your life when that was not how it wasYeah a nigga did some shit back in the days with the packLike in your hood, when you was out there gettin' paid with the crackYou get the fuck when you hear shots and it's not yo' peepBut if a ricochet hit you, you better pop yo' heatYeah you know I'm from the 'Nolia but you do not know meQuit eyeballin' a nigga down 'fore you get shot homieYou don't wanna know what I've been thinkin' upYou better go 'head on and find you another spot to chill'cause I've been drinkin' cuzWe see a light and everything ain't greatIt's like everybody mind is in the same old state, ya knowI'll throw a nigga fucked up with his revenuesI'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 bigIf you're ghetto you know who Wacko and Juvenile isNew Orleans, see I'ma rep that, 'cause these my peepsYou could pick up some bad habits hangin' in these streetsHave you talkin' to this and that nigga and showin' your teethWalkin' round you like you took care and you handled your beefPissed off 'cause your hoe wanna come talk to meTo show me the little gift that she done bought for meI take it back to when the big timers was pushin' the sizeWhen niggaz wore Dickies suits like it was regular jobsWe cop Adidas, ghost town and Anita's used to be packedAnd rumors started poppin' and it started to crackWe used to drink Crazy Horse and shoot dice in the backWe 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 goLet her bounce with a gangsta out six coatLet her wil' out and flick it off a discoLet me gas up, dick her down and get ghostAin't trickin' for the vagina, I like to get throatYo' stupid ass tryin' to stay in here and lick toesGood girls love G's, that's how the shit goThat's why niggaz need to tighten up and get lowI know you heard of *clap-clap*, I'm gettin' doeLet me check my palm pilot, I'm gettin' hoesLet me check my squad' wallets, we gettin' closeMy squad up in the crowd wilin', they spittin' moreDrive by in the '5-5, forget a '4Five, five and another five, we get a showFifteen and another five, you'll get some blowYou 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]
[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 usFuckin' over you would give me and my niggaz a rushI'm sick of all you and the fortune and supposed to be thugsTellin' stories 'bout your life when that was not how it wasYeah a nigga did some shit back in the days with the packLike in your hood, when you was out there gettin' paid with the crackYou get the fuck when you hear shots and it's not yo' peepBut if a ricochet hit you, you better pop yo' heatYeah you know I'm from the 'Nolia but you do not know meQuit eyeballin' a nigga down 'fore you get shot homieYou don't wanna know what I've been thinkin' upYou better go 'head on and find you another spot to chill'cause I've been drinkin' cuzWe see a light and everything ain't greatIt's like everybody mind is in the same old state, ya knowI'll throw a nigga fucked up with his revenuesI'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 bigIf you're ghetto you know who Wacko and Juvenile isNew Orleans, see I'ma rep that, 'cause these my peepsYou could pick up some bad habits hangin' in these streetsHave you talkin' to this and that nigga and showin' your teethWalkin' round you like you took care and you handled your beefPissed off 'cause your hoe wanna come talk to meTo show me the little gift that she done bought for meI take it back to when the big timers was pushin' the sizeWhen niggaz wore Dickies suits like it was regular jobsWe cop Adidas, ghost town and Anita's used to be packedAnd rumors started poppin' and it started to crackWe used to drink Crazy Horse and shoot dice in the backWe 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 goLet her bounce with a gangsta out six coatLet her wil' out and flick it off a discoLet me gas up, dick her down and get ghostAin't trickin' for the vagina, I like to get throatYo' stupid ass tryin' to stay in here and lick toesGood girls love G's, that's how the shit goThat's why niggaz need to tighten up and get lowI know you heard of *clap-clap*, I'm gettin' doeLet me check my palm pilot, I'm gettin' hoesLet me check my squad' wallets, we gettin' closeMy squad up in the crowd wilin', they spittin' moreDrive by in the '5-5, forget a '4Five, five and another five, we get a showFifteen and another five, you'll get some blowYou 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]
