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Juvenile

Be Gone

 

Be Gone

(album: Project English - 2001)


[Chorus 3x (Sung)]
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone
Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'

[Mannie Fresh]
He told me number three was cheap
Wit a chick, wit a stick, yeah them girls be freaking
Checking in motels every other weekend
Say brah I can't picture lil' one eating
Boy you ain't know fo' sho' she creeping
While she been telling me dog, she going to meetings
Meeting Kitty wit her mouth
That's what yo' chick 'bout
Man, pass me my asthma pump, put lil' one out
Sometimes I be liking when seening chicks dyking
Pissing on each other, mud wrestling, and fighting
Hair everywhere, sratching and biting
Pass me my asthma pump again man, this shit exciting
I be like, "let's get jumped" like a game of checkers
And I done cheat more chicks, than Nelly sold records
E.I, C.I, turn a chick out
Then give it to another chick and leave it up in her mouth

[Chorus 2x (Sung)]
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone
Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'

[Baby]
There's a story about a bitch named Sally
A hot girl, lived in that rat-hoe alley
She stayed sharp, stayed rocking Balance
And a fat pussy, laid down in the Cadi'
Back of the seat or back of the Palace
I'm a Hot Boy it really don't matter
My brother K.C plays them tellers
That'll jump off, hit a stepper, whatever
Michael Kipper, James Peter got a big better
Dick gotta a bitch in Miami a dick-sweater
Like Delores from A.T.L, "The Freak of the Week"
She did me, Slim, Joe, and Tiki
I don't care, bitch just ride
Shake yo' pussy, and shake yo' thigh
Get yo' hat, get yo' coat, it's time to ride
Baby girl looking at me like she surprise

[Chorus 2x (Sung)]
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone
Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'

[Mannie Fresh]
Let me tell you about another one of my lovers
I caught the ignorant chick poking holes in rubbers
Talking 'bout she late, sorry no wait
Girl you fucked me, Mike Tyson, and O.J

[Baby]
These hoes be pulling they raw tactics
Baby making and jaw-jacking
Mami suck dick like a lowrider
Ooh-wee, don't stop her

[Mannie Fresh]
Thinking that I'ma claim that baby
Girl you coo-coo, stupid, dumb, and crazy
His eyes green, and his hair wavy
Thought you had me huh?, got me, playing me

[Baby]
She moving like a nigga hitting switches
But I bet I'd hit that old shitty
She a popper, H.G non-stopper
She from Uptown, baby girl don't knock her

[Chorus till end (Sung)]
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone
Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'

[Mannie Fresh over chorus (Talking)]
Nah shawty, don't cry now
Get them old ass iron skates you left up under the bed
And them old ass pro cases that you had, and all them beta tapes
And get your old ass beeper
You know that beeper that look like a garage opener
The one that you had, get that shit up out my drawer
and get on out of here
Yeah you got to leave, got to go
Get that rat coat, that old ass coat that you said was a mink
Shit ain't nothing but a big ass nutria rat
Oh yeah, and get your cell phone
That big ass cell phone wit the car battery hooked up to it
The one that be causing Cancer, you know that big ass
football you wear on your face, hurting and shit
Get your old ass cell phone
And get them Chic Jeans, that Jamaica Joe shirt, and
them Hearochees that yo' ass was wearing when you came here
And them big fake ass "Salt-N-Peppa" earrings
You know them earrings Salt-N-Peppa had in the 80's
You better get them bitches up outta here too
And get them footy socks, the ones wit the balls in the back
That's yours too, you need to get that, get on outta here
You know what i'm saying, I use to love you, I don't love you no more
Don't like you no more, none of that, you know what I'm saying
And get your Cutlass keys
Get your old ass Cutlass, the one that we parked off the block
You know what I'm saying, 'cause I didn't want it in my driveway
'cause it was leaking oil
Get your old ass Cutlass key's and get in your Cutlass and ride out
Yeah, you hood roach, you ain't even a rat, you a roach
Yeah!

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