Sets Go Up (feat. Wacko) (Explicit)
Juvenile"Sets Go Up (feat. Wacko) (Explicit)" is a song by Juvenile, released in 2006 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:35 long and contains 67 lines and 638 words.
0:18One Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
0:22Two Never turn my back on my city
0:24Three Never let the money f**k with me
0:27Four I'ma never stop hollerin' at the b**ches
0:29And the sets go up
0:49Hey homie you don't wanna get familiar with us
0:51F**kin' over you would give me and my niggaz a rush
0:53I'm sick of all you and the fortune and supposed to be thugs
0:56Tellin' stories 'bout your life when that was not how it was
0:58Yeah a ni**a did some sh*t back in the days with the pack
1:00Like in your hood when you was out there gettin' paid with the crack
1:03You get the f**k when you hear shots and it's not yo' peep
1:05But if a ricochet hit you you better pop yo' heat
1:07Yeah you know I'm from the 'Nolia but you do not know me
1:10Quit eyeballin' a ni**a down 'fore you get shot homie
1:12You don't wanna know what I've been thinkin' up
1:14You better go 'head on and find you another spot to chill
1:16'Cause I've been drinkin' cuz
1:17We see a light and everything ain't great
1:20It's like everybody mind is in the same old state ya know
1:22I'll throw a ni**a f**ked up with his revenues
1:25I'ma tell you four f**kin' things I'ma never do
1:28One Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
1:30Two Never turn my back on my city
1:32Three Never let the money f**k with me
1:35Four I'ma never stop hollerin' at the b**ches
1:37And the sets go up
1:52From the 3 to the 17 ey yo we doin' it big
1:54If you're ghetto you know who Wacko and Juvenile is
1:57New Orleans see I'ma rep that 'cause these my peeps
1:59You could pick up some bad habits hangin' in these streets
2:01Have you talkin' to this and that ni**a and showin' your teeth
2:04Walkin' round you like you took care and you handled your beef
2:06Pissed off 'cause your hoe wanna come talk to me
2:09To show me the little gift that she done bought for me
2:11I take it back to when the big timers was pushin' the size
2:14When niggaz wore Dickies suits like it was regular jobs
2:16We cop Adidas ghost town and Anita's used to be packed
2:19And rumors started poppin' and it started to crack
2:21We used to drink Crazy Horse and shoot dice in the back
2:24We had four rules in life and I can promise you that
2:26One Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
2:29Two Never turn my back on my city
2:31Three Never let the money f**k with me
2:34Four I'ma never stop hollerin' at the b**ches
2:36And the sets go up
2:46Now why you muggin' a ni**a Let that b**ch go
2:48Let her bounce with a gangsta out six coat
2:51Let her wil' out and flick it off a disco
2:53Let me gas up dick her down and get ghost
2:56Ain't trickin' for the vagina I like to get throat
2:58Yo' stupid a** tryin' to stay in here and lick toes
3:01Good girls love G's that's how the sh*t go
3:03That's why niggaz need to tighten up and get low
3:05I know you heard of *clap-clap* I'm gettin' doe
3:08Let me check my palm pilot I'm gettin' hoes
3:10Let me check my squad' wallets we gettin' close
3:13My squad up in the crowd wilin' they spittin' more
3:15Drive by in the '5-5 forget a '4
3:18Five five and another five we get a show
3:20Fifteen and another five you'll get some blow
3:23You hustlin' your block pop and you get some more
3:25One Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
3:27Two Never turn my back on my city
3:30Three Never let the money f**k with me
3:32Four I'ma never stop hollerin' at these b**ches
3:35And the sets go up
One Never gonna stop tryin' to get it Two Never turn my back on my city Three Never let the money f**k with me Four I'ma never stop hollerin' at the b**ches And the sets go up Hey homie you don't wanna get familiar with us F**kin' over you would give me and my niggaz a rush I'm sick of all you and the fortune and supposed to be thugs Tellin' stories 'bout your life when that was not how it was Yeah a ni**a did some sh*t back in the days with the pack Like in your hood when you was out there gettin' paid with the crack You get the f**k when you hear shots and it's not yo' peep But if a ricochet hit you you better pop yo' heat Yeah you know I'm from the 'Nolia but you do not know me Quit eyeballin' a ni**a down 'fore you get shot homie You don't wanna know what I've been thinkin' up You better go 'head on and find you another spot to chill 'Cause I've been drinkin' cuz We see a light and everything ain't great It's like everybody mind is in the same old state ya know I'll throw a ni**a f**ked up with his revenues I'ma tell you four f**kin' things I'ma never do One Never gonna stop tryin' to get it Two Never turn my back on my city Three Never let the money f**k with me Four I'ma never stop hollerin' at the b**ches And the sets go up From the 3 to the 17 ey yo we doin' it big If you're ghetto you know who Wacko and Juvenile is New Orleans see I'ma rep that 'cause these my peeps You could pick up some bad habits hangin' in these streets Have you talkin' to this and that ni**a and showin' your teeth Walkin' round you like you took care and you handled your beef Pissed off 'cause your hoe wanna come talk to me To show me the little gift that she done bought for me I take it back to when the big timers was pushin' the size When niggaz wore Dickies suits like it was regular jobs We cop Adidas ghost town and Anita's used to be packed And rumors started poppin' and it started to crack We used to drink Crazy Horse and shoot dice in the back We had four rules in life and I can promise you that One Never gonna stop tryin' to get it Two Never turn my back on my city Three Never let the money f**k with me Four I'ma never stop hollerin' at the b**ches And the sets go up Now why you muggin' a ni**a Let that b**ch go Let her bounce with a gangsta out six coat Let her wil' out and flick it off a disco Let me gas up dick her down and get ghost Ain't trickin' for the vagina I like to get throat Yo' stupid a** tryin' to stay in here and lick toes Good girls love G's that's how the sh*t go That's why niggaz need to tighten up and get low I know you heard of *clap-clap* I'm gettin' doe Let me check my palm pilot I'm gettin' hoes Let me check my squad' wallets we gettin' close My squad up in the crowd wilin' they spittin' more Drive by in the '5-5 forget a '4 Five five and another five we get a show Fifteen and another five you'll get some blow You hustlin' your block pop and you get some more One Never gonna stop tryin' to get it Two Never turn my back on my city Three Never let the money f**k with me Four I'ma never stop hollerin' at these b**ches And the sets go up
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