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Juvenile

"Pass Azz n*gga"

[Intro]
pus*y azz n*ggas
pus*y azz n*ggas
pus*y azz n*ggas
pus*y azz n*ggas
pus*y azz n*ggas
pus*y azz n*ggas

[Verse 1]
Everybody wants be a real azz n*gga
Sometimes they wanna fight cha
Sometimes they pull the trigger
Everybody wants be a real azz n*gga
Sometimes they wanna fight cha
Sometimes they pull the trigger
What does it take to be a real azz n*gga?
You coward azz n*gga, you fake azz n*gga
First thing, you gotta be down, ya heard me
So listen to your ma and don't get mad trying to serve me
Nowadays n*ggas be starting a rappin'
Jealous out they're mouth cause they know what I'm stressing
It's true, n*ggas take me way way back
To my home, to my home, to my ma and my mac
I love my boys they have a lot of respect yah
I be Juvenile, I'll never forget ya
Now I'm about to talk about these n*ggas
The ones that talk a lot of sh*t and make their rump a little bigger
If you be stutterin', you a pass azz n*gga
Pass azz n*gga, a pass azz n*gga
If you don't like me, you a pass azz n*gga
Pass azz n*gga, a pass azz n*gga

[Verse 2]
Now I'm about to talk about these n*ggas
The ones that talk a lot of sh*t and make their rump a little bigger
If you be stutterin', you a pus*y azz
pus*y azz, a pus*y azz n*gga
If you don't like me, you a pass azz
pus*y azz, a pus*y azz n*gga
n*ggas are droppin'
Police is stoppin'
They jump in your car
Just to see who you are
So I'm a pass azz n*gga
Just come and handcuff a n*gga
pus*y azz, pass azz, pus*y coward azz n*gga

[Verse 3]
The n*ggas in my hood ain't nothin' but hustlers
You say you might be down, but we still don't trust ya
We knew his face, we didn't know his name
'Bout to show this motherf*cker we true to the game
My boy grabbed a nine and I grabbed a 47
A 37 and grabbed a mack 11
We see these fellas trying creepin' our tape
Put fire on his ass and blew the f*cker away
He tried to run, but we caught him on the melia
Had to take him out cause he's a pus*y azz n*gga
pus*y azz n*gga, pus*y azz n*gga, pus*y azz n*gga
I can't stand no pus*y azz n*gga
pus*y azz n*gga, pus*y azz n*gga
I can't stand no pus*y azz n*gga
pus*y azz n*gga, pus*y azz n*gga

[Chorsu]
Where ya from, where ya from
I come, I come from right out the magnolia
Coming, coming, coming straight from the magnolia
Coming, coming, coming straight from the magnolia
Coming, coming, coming straight from the magnolia
pus*y azz n*ggas
pus*y azz n*ggas
pus*y azz n*ggas
pus*y azz n*ggas
pus*y azz n*ggas
pus*y azz n*ggas

[Verse 4]
You used to be real, you used to be down
But you turned a b*tch when quick left town
You used to be in the clan, and all that cest
But now I heard you even less
Like a n*gga like me out from the magnolia
When you like a b*tch, and went out like a solja
Every time I see you all in the mess
You got the slugs in your mouth, swear to god, you a pimp
With your shine ass car and nothin' left
Got n*ggas selling boards and mef's
pus*y azz n*ggas
pus*y azz n*ggas
pus*y azz n*ggas
pus*y azz n*ggas
pus*y azz n*ggas
pus*y azz n*ggas

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