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You can find me in the parking lot
By the car a lot where we spark a lot
Up in the hallway, it be dark a lot
We don't talk to cops 'cause we all be hot
Homey, you need to get you somethin' new
(Why not)
Shit, I'm ridin' somethin' green, somethin' blue
(Why not)
They gon' respect it when a gangsta come through
(Why not)
They doin' numbers, we'll do somethin' too
(W-w-why not)
Is you doin' ya dirt, they really know ya 'bout ya work
If they scopin' ya turf you goin' out there head first
Do you know the rules when you got beef with a fool?
Can you stick and move and do you sleep with the tool?
You in the camp you 'bout to make you an examp
So when they see the stamp they gon' respect it like a champ

You light in the ass but kind of heavy with the cash
Be rollin' the grass you still totin' the solider rag
You been out there on the grind, spendin' most of ya time
In a section full of nobody's so you gotta shine
Will you bust a head, know how to do it, how to play it?
Bet a hundred in the field and parlay
Can you flip a Z, go back and get a Quater ki
When you rid of that, call Rico up and order three
Put ya people in it 'cause that's the way you gotta see it
If you wanna be respected as the G'est
Homey, you need to get you somethin' new
(Why not)
Shit, I'm ridin' somethin' green, somethin' blue
(Why not)
They gon' respect it when a gangsta come through
(Why not)
They doin' numbers, we'll do somethin' too
(W-w-why not)
You can find me in the parking lot
By the car a lot where we spark a lot
Up in the hallway it be dark a lot
We don't talk to cops 'cause we all be hot
You like States with pretty hoes in ya face
You hate checks, you just come home on a case
Can you make a name, will you be patient in the game?
Can you state ya claim? And reputation stay the same
Will you hold it down when ya lil' homies ain't around?
Will you hold ya ground like you the only one in town?
Is you feelin' this? You listen to it when you creep
You real in the streets all in the hood with the heat
You ain't tryna joke gotta be real for ya folks
Is ya people broke? They aggravate you on the porch
Do you sell weed and you don't never make a profit?
Do you blow big until it hurt you in ya pocket?
You just scared to lose 'cause you a winner all the time
You gotta lot to prove lil' sinner on the grind
Put ya people in it 'cause that's the way you gotta see it
If you wanna be respected as the G'est
Homey, you need to get you somethin' new
(Why not)
Shit, I'm ridin' somethin' green, somethin' blue
(Why not)
They gon' respect it when a gangsta come through
(Why not)
They doin' numbers, we'll do somethin' too
(W-w-why not)
You can find me in the parking lot
By the car a lot where we spark a lot
Up in the hallway it be dark a lot
We don't talk to cops 'cause we all be hot
Do you G's up when it's a dime in ya grill?
Do you freeze up when it's that time for a kill?
If they pop at you is you gon' pop back at 'em?
You gon' stay away from niggaz if they rattin'?
Wanna ride swoll, pull up on twenty-four flats
Can you get a hoe without you throwin' her a stack?
Is you callin' shots, can you stay away from the cops?
You know how to stop you be inside when it's hot
You from the East, you from the West, you from the South
You from the North or the Midwest what you about
Can you twist a gar without you fuckin' up the road?
Did you get a car just to be stuntin' for the hoes?
You been out here and it's ya time for a lick
Do you know this year as you aknowledgin' the shit
Put ya people in it 'cause that's the way you gotta see it
If you wanna be respected as the G'est
Homey, you need to get you somethin' new
(Why not)
Shit I'm ridin' somethin' green, somethin' blue
(Why not)
They gon' respect it when a gangsta come through
(Why not)
They doin' numbers, we'll do somethin' too
(W-w-why not)
You can find me in the parking lot
By the car a lot where we spark a lot
Up in the hallway it be dark a lot
We don't talk to cops 'cause we all be hot

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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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