Juveniles lyrics

DEBONAIRE: Yo wussup my nigga where the fuck you been?

JT MONEY: Shit, I jus` came from round a bitch house

tryin to get a lil pussy, y`know I`m sayin?

DEB: Oh, my nigga, I ????? to do the shit by myself!

JT: Shit, do what, what you bout to do, man?

DEB: Tell these people bout this muthafuckin juvenile situation.

JT: So what`s stoppin you? Shit, I`m here!

DEB: Oh, oh you wit this my nigga?

JT: You damn right I`m wit it, nigga!

DEB: Aaight, so you know, we`ll just fuck it up y`know I`m sayin?

JT: Well go ahead, fuck it up.

DEB: Aaight, boom, check this out:



[Debonaire]

I know by now you musta heard how wild we get

But now it`s time to hear the juvenile shit

And talkin bout juveniles the Clan we must

`Cause everybody goes through what happened to us

See, everybody`s gonna be or was a juvenile

Adults even know that these times are wild

Me and JT had to learn the hard way

`Cause hey, we couldn`t trust what parents say

Like rubbers, I used to be too cool for `em

Bitches askin bout `em, I used to ignore `em

Mother used to tell me but I had to learn

Some hoes`ll give you a third degree burn

But no one`s had the battle, and now I`m a stranger

To hoes that need a sign that says "Keep Out, Danger"



Yeah, I tell you, my nigga,

them hoes`ll burn a muthafucka y`know I`m sayin?

Fuckin round with them dog-ass hoes not usin no rubbers

and all that crazy shit, y`know I`m sayin?

JT: True.But yo, Deb, check it out,



[JT Money]

Have you ever, had a girl you wanted to do it with,

But ain`t know that somethin would ruin it?

Bust this, I had a girl willin

I was too, but Jimmy was chillin

Man, I mean this girl was sweaty and wet

But lil` JT just wouldn`t erect

Oh shit!Why me?How could this be?

JT bein dissed by Jimbrowski?

Like I needed a sex instructor

When normally, there, I`da been fucked her

Sayin to myself, "Man, I don`t know"

If wasn`t shit wrong with me, somethin was wrong with that hoe

Yo, I might`ve avoided maybe catchin AIDS

A day later, Trigga slayed her, now he`s pissin razor blades



DEB: Damn my nigga,

Trigga done fucked up for real this time, I tell you boy!

JT: You know it, shit, I`m glad I ain`t fucked that hoe,

that`d be a raggedy-ass fuckin week!

DEB: ...`round here gettin burned

them dusty ass hoes raggedy bitches ...

anyway I tell you, my nigga, check this out -

my nigga, my parents, my nigga,

they be jockin me like a muthafucka y`know I`m sayin?

JT: For what?

DEB: `Bout school and all that crazy shit!

JT: Oh, oh, shit, you ain`t sayin nothin,

my ol` gran`m talkin bout the same shit!

DEB: Well anyway check this out:



[Debonaire]

I`m a juvenile, tired of adults

Talkin bout consequences and results

`Cause through it all I make the same choice which is

Sayin FUCK SCHOOL to take home the bitches

I took a hoe to the crib, and yo, bust it

I used my last rubber, knowin I could trust it

But goin up in this bitch, I could barely breathe

Now that`s some abuse to receive

I was nearly unconscious on the verge of death

When I could no longer hold my breath

I just about fell out from inhaling the fumes

I woke up in the mornin, aired out the rooms

And now because of this bitch, I`ma kill

The next hoe to disregard the Messengil



Oh lawd my nigga I tell you, that pussy was stinky as a muthafucka!

Fuck that bitch if she ever come around me again!

JT: Damn that ?????? ....

what the fuck you fuckin with them stank hoes for?



[JT Money]

Check this out, I was loungin, coolin by the Brougham

A bitch comes up talkin bout, take her home

Yo, at first, I wasn`t wit it

I saw the ass on that bitch, and I did it

Now stuff like this happens all the time

Nuttin but sex goin through my mind

From the suspense I don`t know how I survived

My dick was so hard we went in overdrive

Pulled up to a crib, saw a Caddy Brougham

I got no sex `cause her daddy was home



DEB: Damn, man that`s fucked up man,

for real, I`ll tell you though, ??????

JT: `ey that bitch faked me up man

I don`t fuck wit the hoe no more, ????

DEB: True. Aiyyo check this out man,

my nigga, man, I be gettin my report cards y`know I`m sayin?

Daddy`ll think a tough guy weak or somethin

my nigga, be tryin to front on me y`know I`m sayin?

JT: I bet he be kickin yo ass.

DEB: You got me fucked up, I ain`t havin that shit!

JT: I bet he bust yo ass, I bet he bust yo ass.

DEB: Yo, yo check this out my nigga ...

JT: Wussup?



[Debonaire]

Yo, every report card I get all F`s

Goin tow to tow with dad, yo, without no rest

Every time I get a card he always seems to know

`Cause he greets me at the door with a knockout blow

So, I said MMMMM, and got hip to it

The next report card came, Daddy-o knew it

And waitin by the door to put a blitz in effect

But Daddy-o forgot to make a situation check

I creeped up behind him with a four-by-four

Tapped him on the shoulder, and wired his jaw

He musta learned a lesson of being convinced

`Cause he ain`t ask about my report cards since



Yeah, that nigga know what time it is now!

Hadda fuck that old nigga up, I mean,

playa ain`t gonna swing on his own son y`know I`m sayin?

I hadda get some straighenin!

JT: Goddamn boy, I thought I was wild!

Yo, check this shit out right here:



[JT Money]

I`m a menace to society, juvenile delinquint

Can`t stand school `cause I`m in trouble frequent

Livin in the office like it`s my class

See, if school`s about trouble, maybe then I`ll pass

Suckas be frontin tryin to pull my card

I just drop `em and dip, but not from them, they`re security guards

Comin like ???, hot on my trail

Realized, got wise and broke like hell

They finally caught up, took me down to the office



[Mr. Mixx as the Principal]

Say boayyy, you know you can`t get off this

JT, you`re a fuckin disgrace!

Get yo muthafuckin ass outta my goddamn place!



DEB: Aww man, they tried you, man, you got suspended, man!

JT: I don`t give a fuck about no suspension, no muthafuckin,

fuck school, man, I don`t need that shit, I`m the Mack Daddy,

y`know I`m sayin, I`m gettin paid, I`m bankin!

DEB: True, my nigga, we, you know, you livin like a villain,

y`know I`m sayin, Debonaire`s bad, the Devil`s Dad, y`know I`m sayin!

JT: Hold up Deb, hold up Deb, you got people listenin to you and shit!

Hey y`all, y`all don`t do as we do, we two low life muthafuckas,

we livin like villains, y`know I`m sayin?

DEB: That`s what I`m sayin, you know, my nigga, shit,

my man Drugz, my nigga ain`t go to school since like third grade,

we just don`t give a fuck, y`know I`m sayin?

JT: Hey, but shit, see it ain`t like that, see I tried to do shit right,

even though I wouldn`t, but the shit ain`t happened!

DEB: Now that`s a muthafuckin lie, y`know I`m sayin?

JT: Hey, I`m tryin to go to school, y`know,

but I`m down with ????? fuckin me up!

DEB: We, yo, put it this way,

we two goddamn bad influence muthafuckas,

JT: I`m not ...

DEB: don`t do shit like us, don`t try this shit at home.

JT: Hey, I`ll go - hey, fuck it, I`ll go to school.

DEB: Hey, anyway, my nigga, yo,

we outta here, y`know I`m sayin, we outie!

JT: Peace.
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