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Keep Talkin' - Juvenile



     
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Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow
"I wa, I wa", that's what I'm talkin' about, pow
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, powKeep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow
"I wa, I wa", that's what I'm talkin' about, pow
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouthSince I hit the TV, now, I'm a hot topic
But that don't mean Skipper won't pop it
Ain't that that dude with the H2 and the nice wallet?
And I got four words, stay off my dickYou wanna make it to where Skip ain't got shit
So you could ride around town and spread your gossip
Make up stories like "U.T.P. done dropped Skip"
"Juve' used the man, paid him and then got rich"C'mon stop it, you're makin' it up
Damn, how much hate is enough, boy, you faker than fuck
I just saw Skip blazin' it up
With a dime piece, smilin', gettin' head in the truckLook, right now, he headed for us
You lyin' motherfucker, dude he right behind 'em, you a busta
'Cause that's your old lady he with

Them hoes is for everybody, stop savin' a bitchKeep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow
"I wa, I wa", that's what I'm talkin' about, pow
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, powKeep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow
"I wa, I wa", that's what I'm talkin' about, pow
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouthOpen my eyes when the sun rise, blazin'
First nigga on the strip, even if my block's hotter than Cajun
I cop them Haitan, Jamaicans, Cubans and Yanks
Program with every race, now, I cuts my own steakKnown to take G trips to a town like Wimbleton
Get a bust' down spot and be servin' like Wimbledon
Black John McEnroe, my rap flows are clapped
Supposed to be hot as Tabasco, look at them assholes nowHomie, when I'm seen there's a crowd
With head bustas off the streets talkin' loud, ready to wild
Get respect for a few things, deranged, the chopper spit
And the first off the block to cop a new RangeLife is fast, I get cash and write about it
At night it ain't safe in the South, we 'bout it, 'bout it
Doubt it and get bodied 'cause the shoty will lift
Your big muscle man bodyguard off his shitKeep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow
"I wa, I wa", that's what I'm talkin' about, pow
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, powKeep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow
"I wa, I wa", that's what I'm talkin' about, pow
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouthWho lil' daddy with the fitted cap turned back?
Know some of these niggaz got respect, he tryin' to earn that
Hopefully one of these niggaz with Yayo will see that
And put him in the right position he tryin' to be atThey talkin' in the wind but they no better than the play though
They could make a carton or a T-shirt in a day though
I ain't tryin' to flex my power, bitch, but I got say so
And I could make a million; American, yen or pesoThey say I got a attitude, that's not the issue at all
Don't get involved when I'm doin' what I have to do
I'm subtle now but I could turn into an animal
Blow it out of proportion and I ain't understandin' youNot in it for the short, I want the long term
Fuck the government, I'ma take care of my own children
You gon' have to zip your lip up,before a nigga flip up
I don't think they understandin' me, holler at 'em SkipperKeep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow
"I wa, I wa", that's what I'm talkin' about, pow
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, powKeep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow
"I wa, I wa", that's what I'm talkin' about, pow
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouthKeep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow
"I wa, I wa", that's what I'm talkin' about, pow
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, powKeep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow

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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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