Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In Ya Ass, artist - Juvenile. Album song Project English, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2000
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
In Ya Ass |
| Look I’m tryin to live right now |
| Make a better place for my kids right now |
| Or get out my face is how it is right now |
| All I wanna have is my own shit right now. |
| So much go through my head all day |
| The game situation is be paid or played |
| I gotta eat the lottery is not for me it’s homicide and robbery |
| And a twenty room mansion, buck-naked with a lot of freaks |
| It ain’t cool if my people don’t eat they part of the reason |
| I got away from all that bullshit, that thuggin and thievin |
| And as far as this Cash Money shit it’s part of my blood |
| And we feed each other everyday by showin 'em love |
| It don’t matter what we came into we gonna stay blood |
| And whoever sleepin on it dem dat’s gonna wake up |
| I need dough to feed me and my people |
| To get a pie and eat special from, Julio’s |
| Fuck ya boy, I don’t care, who he know |
| Just make sho', that he pay, who he owe |
| I ain’t tryin to be a bully I just want what I earned |
| He’s a hardheaded child and it’s time to be learned |
| You don’t like me, yeah? |
| Well fuck you in ya ass |
| Niggas is pure pussy and they made me mad |
| You don’t like me, yeah? |
| Well fuck you in ya ass |
| Niggas is pure pussy and they made me mad |
| I’ve seen shit that a child my age, shouldn’ta saw |
| They bustin right over the backseat of a stolen car |
| I was seven they had to be about nine or ten |
| His momma Fay she done ran through who’s dyin again |
| Damn but I don’t really think she mean what she say |
| As soon as she smoke that crack, shit done fucked with her head |
| Momma gon' love her kids, any place, anywhere |
| And if momma don’t love her children, then momma need prayer |
| Durin the struggles of my life I learned to take heed to shit |
| I paid attention to everything that went on in the bricks |
| All of the early morning rushes to the late night fights |
| I always visioned that one day this would be my life |
| Back then it wasn’t gravy, the street wasn’t right |
| Especially in our house, we didn’t eat some nights |
| On come new technology these days and times |
| And it gave us other avenues and ways to grind |
| Fuck what you got nigga, I’m makin mine |
| I messed up my first lil change, I’mma be straight this time |
| To the fullest, always huntin, for it to spend |
| I went out and got it dawg, I can do it again |
| Get off the block lil nigga this my spot lil nigga |
| I don’t care what you got you get shot lil nigga |
| I been thuggin, and I’m lovin my life |
| The reason I made it to here because I been livin trife |
| For spite stoppin knockin old niggas off |
| Tryin to be the fuckin boss and shotcall |
| Ride round in the toughest cars, double R’s |
| Fuckin over niggas don’t want see me ball |
| Now which one of your peers wanna come do this |
| I ain’t with all of that talkin cause my gun do flip |
| Lift niggas off they feet when they run they lip |
| Tryin to tell you bout people, tell you that chick’s on chips |
| You don’t like me, yeah? |
| Well fuck you in ya ass |
| Niggas is pure pussy and they made me mad |
| I’m straight off of the street that’s why I’m out chea bad |
| Comin through yo' door with a bag and a Mag |
| If you don’t like me nigga, nigga come out |
| Fuck, I don’t like you either though bitch-ass nigga |
| Boy-ass nigga. |
| what? |
| Fuck you in ya ass |
| Da da da |
| Da da da da. |
| hahahaha |
| I don’t like you either though |
| Punk, pussy, candy-ass nigga |
| Wearin another nigga drawers ass nigga |
| Take it like a man ya heard me? |