Текст песни Juvenile - What's Happenin'

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[Juvenile talking] Whats up everybody This your boy Juve The Great Right here with my people sinister And we about to take y'all back to the old school That old school gangster shit Check this shit out [Juvenile] We the only ones with work in the middle of the drought then them niggaz round the corner come and see what we about But we don't know they face so we don't want them by the house But Skipper started bustin when he saw them pullin out We did them niggaz dirty for fuckin up our vibe We packed up all our shit and moved it to the other side Visited our spot this girl was on my dick She said I love you Juvenile but you know you the shit I grabbed on my glock its where the fools hang out I'm only tryin to hustle another change route But they ain't gettin nothin if I ain't on beam I'ma leave them niggaz sufferin to find they own things Workin with plenty for talkin 'bout hoes I don't give them a penny, they comin out they clothes Grabbin on my jimmy to see if nigga swole Have to get it right with this big 'ol totem pole [Chorus] Yes I'm thuggin Yes I'm clubbin I ain't trippin on you look bitch I'm buzzin Hoes and niggaz I'm not lovin Fuck what you gettin if I ain't got nothin What's happenin, what's happenin, what's happenin with that What's happenin, what's happenin, what's happenin with that What's happenin, what's happenin, what's happenin, what's happenin What's happenin, what's happenin, what's happenin with that [Juvenile] We pull up in front the club and my rims was lookin nice The subwoofers bumpin, I need it in my life We had a couple of fellas was stuntin with they eyes We jump out of the Lexus and got they mind right See I ain't gotta rep cause they know I got chains You can catch me in that ? boy, that money green thang Get a fish and shrimp po' boy and go sit on St. James I'm a playa like my ole boy thats where I get game Goes start passin cause they want me to see 'em Ain't givin no action if they want some per diem I keep a soldier rag from the A.M. to the P.M My heater in my lap lookin great up in the B-M I know them niggaz watchin cause they know that I'm buck But they can catch a hot one for fuckin with a thug Nothin was poppin so we went in the club All the hoes started jockin cause they knew who we was [Chorus] [Juvenile] The owner wasn't trippin, he let a nigga in an The place was jumpin and the hoes was grinnin Not at us though it was at the other women Some was butterscotch some yellow like lemon Had a couple of foul ones chicken and pigeons Some was kinda fine but them bitches didnt listen Told them meet us outside and hoes got missin Put it in reverse and went back for more women Everybody's rollin and you can really see it Look at how they scopin for somebody to be with I ain't on shit and Ive been G'in since the 80's Ain't about goin somewhere probably then "Beat It" You already knowin the way that I'm rockin if you anin goin then ain't nothin poppin Now I'm about to leave cause these niggaz eavesdroppin I got my heater on me now an I don't have to cock it [Chorus]

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