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letra de juveniles - poison clan

[debonaire:] yo wussup my n-gg- where the f-ck you been?
[jt money:] sh-t, i jus’ came from round a b-tch house
tryin to get a lil p-ssy, y’know i’m sayin?
[deb:] oh, my n-gg-, i? to do the sh-t by myself!
[jt:] sh-t, do what, what you bout to do, man?
[deb:] tell these people bout this m-th-f-ckin juvenile situation.
[jt:] so what’s stoppin you? sh-t, i’m here!
[deb:] oh, oh you wit this my n-gg-?
[jt:] you d-mn right i’m wit it, n-gg-!
[deb:] aaight, so you know, we’ll just f-ck it up y’know i’m sayin?
[jt:] well go ahead, f-ck 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 sh-t
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
b-tches 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 n-gg-,
them hoes’ll burn a m-th-f-cka y’know i’m sayin?
f-ckin round with them dog–ss hoes not usin no rubbers
and all that crazy sh-t, 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 sh-t! why me? how could this be?
jt bein dissed by jimbrowski?
like i needed a s-x instructor
when normally, there, i’da been f-cked her
sayin to myself, “man, i don’t know”
if wasn’t sh-t 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 p-ssin razor blades

[deb:] d-mn my n-gg-,
trigga done f-cked up for real this time, i tell you boy!
[jt:] you know it, sh-t, i’m glad i ain’t f-cked that hoe,
that’d be a raggedy–ss f-ckin week!
[deb:] …’round here gettin burned
them dusty -ss hoes raggedy b-tches …
anyway i tell you, my n-gg-, check this out –
my n-gg-, my parents, my n-gg-,
they be jockin me like a m-th-f-cka y’know i’m sayin?
[jt:] for what?
[deb:] ’bout school and all that crazy sh-t!
[jt:] oh, oh, sh-t, you ain’t sayin nothin,
my ol’ gran’m talkin bout the same sh-t!
[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 f-ck school to take home the b-tches
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 b-tch, 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 b-tch, i’ma kill
the next hoe to disregard the messengil

oh lawd my n-gg- i tell you, that p-ssy was stinky as a m-th-f-cka!
f-ck that b-tch if she ever come around me again!
jt: d-mn that? …
what the f-ck you f-ckin with them stank hoes for?

[jt money]
check this out, i was loungin, coolin by the brougham
a b-tch comes up talkin bout, take her home
yo, at first, i wasn’t wit it
i saw the -ss on that b-tch, and i did it
now stuff like this happens all the time
nuttin but s-x goin through my mind
from the suspense i don’t know how i survived
my d-ck was so hard we went in overdrive
pulled up to a crib, saw a caddy brougham
i got no s-x ’cause her daddy was home

[deb:] d-mn, man that’s f-cked up man,
for real, i’ll tell you though,?
[jt:] ‘ey that b-tch faked me up man
i don’t f-ck wit the hoe no more,?
[deb:] true. aiyyo check this out man,
my n-gg-, man, i be gettin my report cards y’know i’m sayin?
daddy’ll think a tough guy weak or somethin
my n-gg-, be tryin to front on me y’know i’m sayin?
[jt:] i bet he be kickin yo -ss.
[deb:] you got me f-cked up, i ain’t havin that sh-t!
[jt:] i bet he bust yo -ss, i bet he bust yo -ss.
[deb:] yo, yo check this out my n-gg- …
[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 n-gg- know what time it is now!
hadda f-ck that old n-gg- up, i mean,
playa ain’t gonna swing on his own son y’know i’m sayin?
i hadda get some straighenin!
[jt:] godd-mn boy, i thought i was wild!
yo, check this sh-t 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 cl-ss
see, if school’s about trouble, maybe then i’ll p-ss
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 h-ll
they finally caught up, took me down to the office

[mr. mixx as the princ-p-l]
say boayyy, you know you can’t get off this
jt, you’re a f-ckin disgrace!
get yo m-th-f-ckin -ss outta my godd-mn place!

[deb:] aww man, they tried you, man, you got suspended, man!
[jt:] i don’t give a f-ck about no suspension, no m-th-f-ckin,
f-ck school, man, i don’t need that sh-t, i’m the mack daddy,
y’know i’m sayin, i’m gettin paid, i’m bankin!
[deb:] true, my n-gg-, 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 sh-t!
hey y’all, y’all don’t do as we do, we two low life m-th-f-ckas,
we livin like villains, y’know i’m sayin?
[deb:] that’s what i’m sayin, you know, my n-gg-, sh-t,
my man drugz, my n-gg- ain’t go to school since like third grade,
we just don’t give a f-ck, y’know i’m sayin?
[jt:] hey, but sh-t, see it ain’t like that, see i tried to do sh-t right,
even though i wouldn’t, but the sh-t ain’t happened!
[deb:] now that’s a m-th-f-ckin lie, y’know i’m sayin?
[jt:] hey, i’m tryin to go to school, y’know,
but i’m down with? f-ckin me up!
[deb:] we, yo, put it this way,
we two godd-mn bad influence m-th-f-ckas,
[jt:] i’m not …
[deb:] don’t do sh-t like us, don’t try this sh-t at home.
jt:] hey, i’ll go – hey, f-ck it, i’ll go to school.
[deb:] hey, anyway, my n-gg-, yo,
we outta here, y’know i’m sayin, we outie!
[jt:] peace.

- poison clan

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