Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lil Boyz , by - Juvenile. Release date: 13.06.2006
Song language: English
Lil Boyz |
| Huh… |
| You lil boyz don’t know what it mean ta get shot |
| You lil boyz don’t wanna do nothin' but hang on tha block |
| Yoy lil boyz ain’t ready to go to tha pen |
| You lil boyz ain’t ready to be sleepin' with nothin' but men |
| You lil boyz better stay in your place |
| You lil boyz ain’t gon' be scared until you catch you a case |
| You lil boyz be out here sniffin' that furl |
| You lil boyz gotta get loaded just to go in that world |
| You lil boyz had better hit you a lick |
| You lil boyz shouldn’t have ta ask another nigga for shit |
| You lil boyz don’t even respect your momma |
| You lil boyz don’t even have tha sense to be a Big Tymer |
| You lil boyz swear to God it’s a game |
| You lil boyz gotta kill somethin' and get you a name |
| You lil boyz always be makin' a scene |
| You lil boyz wanna be grown, and you’re still in your teens |
| Look, you lil boyz better slow down |
| Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it’s 'bout to go down |
| Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down |
| There’s no remorse now |
| 'Bout to explode rounds |
| Look, you lil boyz better ta slow down |
| Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it’s 'bout to go down |
| Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down |
| There’s no remorse now |
| 'Bout to explode rounds |
| You lil boyz better clear tha block |
| Cause somebody done ran in my money spot |
| Cock tha Glocks, we prepared to pop |
| Can’t let it slide cause these lil boyz ain’t right |
| Somebody gon' die tonight when we ride tonight |
| I’ma clear your set if I heard your name up in my mess |
| Best make a set trap, bust back with booby traps |
| You’re outta line if you’re playin' with mine |
| Fuck these bezzel bitch niggas gon' meet tha devil |
| Lil boyz don’t know they playin' with rainy weather |
| Fuckin' with my cheddar |
| B.G., Wayne, Juvie, Big Tymers, whatever |
| But, however, if I could do |
| I’ma cook your hood like I cook up pill-goods, fool |
| You lil boyz better ta slow down |
| Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it’s 'bout ta go down |
| Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down |
| There’s no remorse now |
| 'Bout to explode rounds |
| Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down |
| Up in tha mornin', in tha cut, it’s 'bout ta go down |
| Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down |
| There’s no remorse now |
| 'Bout to explode rounds |
| Look |
| Check it out, check it out |
| You lil boyz make it happen, pack up y’all shit |
| You lil boyz need to go ahead on and quit, see |
| You lil boyz know y’all time is up |
| You lil boyz need to (gimme gimme gimme) get tha fuck |
| You lil boyz kinda like had '99 |
| But look, you lil boyz from today to lights out, it’s mine |
| You lil boyz need ta (???) with y’all’s friends |
| You lil boyz really women with paws like mens |
| You lil boyz stay out mine and worry 'bout yurn |
| You lil boyz is tha right hook for this song cause y’all children |
| You lil boyz need to stop stealin' my beats |
| You lil boyz think a producer won’t take y’all off y’all feets |
| You lil boyz know I do beats for twenty |
| You lil boyz add that up: zero zero zero comma, aw, fuck it, it’s plenty |
| You lil boyz tell y’all baby-momma I’m back in town |
| You lil boyz smiles done turned into frowns |
| Look, look |
| When. |
| I. ride. |
| dog |
| Chopper. |
| be on. |
| my. |
| side. |
| dog |
| Niggas betta run. |
| duck. |
| hide. |
| dog |
| Cause I’m about to let. |
| bullets. |
| fly. |
| dog |
| Bahdi-by-by |
| Get it. |
| right, nigga |
| They all know Lil' Weezy ride at. |
| night, nigga |
| I dip low, and I’m strapped up. |
| tight, nigga |
| Duct tape your momma, and shoot off in your. |
| wife, nigga |
| Look, ain’t nothin' nice around here, stupid |
| Keep playin', you won’t see next year, stupid |
| Keep sprayin'. |
| tha MAC-11. |
| burst |
| Hit 'em where it. |
| hurts |
| I’ma shoot. |
| first |
| Soak his. |
| shirt (ksshhh!) |
| Blood all over tha place |
| Hit tha block, have thugs all over tha place |
| It’s Lil' Wayne, nigga, whoa now |
| If you don’t think you can hang, nigga, slow down |
| Look, look |
| Cause you lil boyz need ta slow down |
| Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it’s 'bout ta go down |
| Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down |
| There’s no remorse now |
| 'Bout to explode rounds |
| Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down |
| Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it’s 'bout ta go down |
| Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down |
| There’s no remorse now |
| 'Bout to explode rounds |
| Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down |
| Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down |
| Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down |
| Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it’s 'bout ta go down |
| What |