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Gotta Get It (feat. Gucci) - Juvenile



     
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Y'all think broke look cool, manGotta get it, gotta, gotta get it
Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it
Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it
Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get itGotta get it, gotta, gotta get it
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Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it
Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get itI am Magnolia official, I played the Ave for years
They talkin' 'bout me like when Shaq went to the Cavaliers
I keep the wit me, just call me prince of keys
Sellin' tobacco and ain't none of my is nicotineA dog gettin' it, how much can a gorilla make?
I'm tryna chill, don't wanna have to put on ma killa face
I get whatever I wanna, boy, I don't wish it would
When I come out, look out, I be sharper then a stick of woodI wish somebody would, I make somebody bleed
I cut somebody like three dollars worth of Limburg cheese
I lay somebody down, I probably have to do or die
Won't nothin' change, I'ma stay gutter like a sewer lineYup, it's manure time, business is picking up
When find out I'm the man, they probably give it up
No, I ain't new to this money thing, boy, I been a fool

You tryin' to chill, I'ma blow up this just like a inner tubeGotta get it, gotta, gotta get it
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Gotta get it, gotta get itI gotta get it so people, get on yo' day jobs
Ain't nothin' crowded but the jail houses and graveyards
I'm on the corner in the ghetto like a pay-phone
I call my baby, like, "Daddy be on the way home"Talk to you later, it's easy to get ya cell tapped
And I got powder like a factory full of gel caps
I'm ballin' in the game, boy, I need a pair or two
I'm walkin' on 'em in my slippers like a pair of LugzI'm not gone ever lead the way, that's what the preacher said
Like I'ma be on the corner at Morgan Freeman age
I'm in the streets making connections in them restaurants
I'm eatin' tacos and fajitas with the MexicansWell, I define the definition of what livin' is
And anyway you see me out, it's what thanksgiving is
You'all some counterfeit papas, I am a real daddy
Shoot up the world, I tell it would keep the kids happyGotta get it, gotta, gotta get it
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Gotta get it, gotta get itI gotta get it, boy, you beefin' over petty change
I'm ready, man, I got my fingers in on e'rythang
I'm on 'em Dana Danes, puffin' on that
Look, I'ma leader, it's one of us up in every gameAnd yeah, I'm fly 'cause I always got that eagle on me
I pop a watch how quick he call the people on me
This is an act and not in it to receive a Tony
I'm over here with all the cheese and I don't see baloneyGive a, what? I be talking mad to 'em
They say I'm dodo like a kindergarten's bathroom
I'm in a yellow Chevy thang with the doors up
I'm smokin', the ashes burnin' my clothes upSee them canaries in the grill? Yup, I talk major
Look at the light, it's like a Saturday night in Las Vegas
Yup, I'ma boss playa 'cause I say I is
I chase this money 24 hours everyday out hereGotta get it, gotta, gotta get it
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New Orleans-based rapper Juvenile was born Terius Gray. After beginning his performing career while in his teens, he released a 1995 album on Warlock titled Being Myself. He eventually crossed paths with Cash Money label owners Ronald "Suga Slim" and Brian "Baby" Williams, who issued 1996's Solja Rags; the album became a major underground hit, and set the stage for the release of 1998's 400 Degreez. In 1999, with Juvenile's popularity growing, Solja Rags was reissued nationally, and Warlock jumped on the bandwagon with a remixed version of Being Myself. The year ended with the release of a new studio effort, Tha G-Code, followed by Project English two years later in 2001. In 2002 he left Cash Money and formed his own collective, the UTP Playas (Uptown Project Playas), with whom he recorded a posse album, The Compilation. The album went nowhere and a year later he was back on Cash Money and releasing Juve the Great which featured the chart-topping hit "Slow Motion". The 2005 single from the UTP Playas "Noila Clap" was another big track and Juvenile was ready once again to shopping for a new label. As he was signing a new contract with Asylum his Slidell, Louisiana home was destroyed by Hurricane Katrina. The hurricane and its grim aftermath were hot topics on his 2006 album Reality Check.



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