JUVENILE Song Lyrics

Album:
"Solja Stories"

1) 3rd Ward Solja
2) Hide Out or Ride Out
3) I Did That
4) Livin in the Projects
5) Money on the Couch
6) Pimpinabitch
7) Roll With 'Em
8) Solja Rag
9) Solja Rags (radio version)
10) Spittin' Game
11) That's How it be Happenin'
12) Welcome 2 the Nolia
13) Who's Tha M.F.
14) Ziggly Wiggly

Album:
"G-Code"

1) A Million and One Things
2) Big Tymers Intro
3) Catch Your Cut
4) Da Magnolia
5) Fuck That Nigga
6) G-Code
7) Get it Right
8) Guerrilla
9) I Got That Fire
10) Lil Boyz
11) March Nigga Step
12) Never Had Shit
13) Something Got 2 Shake
14) Take Them 5
15) Tha Man
16) U Understand

Album:
"400 Degreez"

1) 400 Degreez
2) After Cash Money Concert
3) Back That Azz Up
4) Cash Money Concert
5) Flossin Season
6) Follow Me Now
7) Ghetto Children
8) Gone Ride With Me
9) Ha
10) Ha (Hot Boy Remix)
11) Ha (Jay-Z Remix)
12) Intro (400 Degreez)
13) Juvenile on Fire
14) Off Top
15) Rich Niggaz
16) Run For It
17) U.P.T
18) Welcome 2 the Nolia

Album:
"Being Myself"

1) Betcha' 20 Dollars (Bounce II)
2) Conversation with Tha Man Above
3) G-Ing Men
4) Intro (Being Myself)
5) Pass Azz' Nigga
6) Power Bag
7) Radio Dial
8) Shake Dat Azz (If You're A Player)
9) Shout Out
10) Sling it to Tha Back
11) Somethin I Forgot
12) U Can't See Me
13) What Cha Gotta Do

Album:
"More Songs"

1) Nolia Clap
2) Nolia Clap (Remix)

Album:
"Reality Check"

1) Intro
2) Get Ya Hustle On
3) Around The Way
4) Sets Go Up
5) Rodeo
6) What's Happenin'
7) Loose Booty
8) Way I Be Leanin'
9) Break A Brick Down
10) Who's Ya Daddy
11) I Know You Know
12) Keep Talkin'
13) Rock Like That
14) Why Not
15) Animal
16) Addicted
17) Pop U
18) Say It To Me Now

Album:
"Juve The Great"

1) Intro
2) In My Life
3) Enemy Turf
4) Bounce Back
5) Down South Posted
6) It Ain't Mines
7) Numb Numb
8) Lil' Daddy
9) Fuckin' With Me
10) Cock It
11) Juve "The Great"
12) Head In Advance
13) For Everybody
14) Slow Motion

Album:
"Project English"

1) Set It Off
2) H.B. HeadBusta
3) 4 Minutes
4) My Life
5) Get Your Hustle On
6) Sunshine
7) Mamma Got Ass
8) They Lied
9) White Girl
10) In Ya Ass
11) Set It Off (Radio Remix)
12) In The Nolia

Album:
"Tha G-Code"

1) U Understand
2) Fuck That Nigga
3) A Million and One Things
4) Take Them 5
5) G-Code
6) Something Got 2 Shake
7) Da Magnolia
8) Catch Your Cut
9) Lil Boyz
10) Get it Right
11) Never Had Shit
12) I Got That Fire
13) Tha Man
14) March Nigga Step
15) Guerrilla

Album:
"Solja Rags"

1) Solja Rag
2) I Did That
3) Roll With 'Em
4) Pimpinabitch
5) Livin in the Projects
6) Who's Tha M.F.
7) Hide Out or Ride Out
8) Spittin' Game
9) 3rd Ward Solja
10) Welcome 2 Tha Section
11) Money on the Couch
12) That's How it be Happenin'
13) Solja Rags (radio version)

JUVENILE
SOLJA STORIES

Money on the Couch

First Verse:

I went through with the plan, now the man sendin' me grams,
My coke organization still infestin' the land,
No joke, built my Mama an estate in the Bahamas,
Crops of marijuana protected by Big Timers,
Hand, full of ice, it's gangsta's paradise,
Expensive merchandise, I had to sacrifice for the glamourous life,
Don P. for breakfast, Benz, stretches, and Lexus,
Distribution of coke from Louisiana to Texas,
Some fabricated, but fascinated by the way that I made it,
Now my name is implicated with the greatest
Wearin' the latest, leather fatigues and B.B.H.,
Brand new Mercedes, parked in front of my new estate,
Twelve o' clock we gave him, caviar, is what we ate,
Party with killas, paraphrenalia full of projects,
Dope snorters or prospects, the rob your shop necks,
But I gets pissed and send hits, don't fuck with my shit
Wig split, the heel, whoever he roll with,
Admit it, you did it, tongue too tied? Well say somethin'
Nine's bustin', bringin' your platoon to destruction,
Continue to hustlin', givin' up nothin' where the dope at?
Crackers can get the Bauds at, because I'm pro Black,
Think I'm a foreigner, he wasn't holdin' up his side of his deal,
Alien gotta be killed, sent to the coroner,
I'm sure he would have gone before the judge
With somethin' concrete, to send me, cuz
He was holdin' a grudge, fuckin' over a thug,
Told my bitch I want him dead,
Bring me his head, fill him with lead,
Heard what I said? Don't betray me,
I'll put you on the streets and make you weak,
With carrots and stones up on fingers and your teeth,
And built you a home next to the beach,
And luxury cars we creep
Here's the nine, I don't have time, make it discreet

Chorus:

Money on the couch, nigga
Gimme everything, I'll pay your house, nigga
Shut'cha mouth, nigga
Put the money on the couch, nigga
Gimme everything, I'll pay your house, nigga
Shut'cha mouth, nigga
Put the money on the couch shut'cha mouth, nigga

Second Verse:

I know that my cousin Lil' Kerzaw,
He sold up outta his backyard,
And sold up shit, from the seventeen all the way up to the Ninth Ward,
You know he rolls up in the caddy,
It's about that time to go roasts and vogue,
I'ma go on the passenger side, fuckin' with every last hoe,
Nigga Russ was up in that car shop,
Ready to get all the seats fixed,
Let me go scope me a kneefit, so I can go out to the Freaknik,
Shit, I'm the lyrical genius,
Drop down on your knees to the penis,
The nigga be talkin' the shit about my family, but I never did seen it
I'm larger than large, if you came home with two heroin charges,
And I still got somethin' stashed in the garages,
Y'all is petty, it's gone take two to fill my stamina,
When I pass the camera, flash, fuck the amateurs,
Ya better be top notch, or I'ma cock my rhyme glock,
To wound ya, and paint your death with my autograph on your tumor,

Chorus

Third Verse:

I'm straight from the ghetto, the Mac they make the foes shake,
Then I left that spot and I went to the T, where the triflin' hoes play,
They comin' to me and, they blowin' that funky fire,
I'm grabbin' a beer and, them blunts be gettin' me higher,
Due to my clique I walked to the front door,
Hope it ain't them po-po's,
I looked through the blinds, it went through my mind,
";What I have to run for?";,
Nobody would want to test me,
Especially comin' to arrest me,
Old body and soul, it's a must I leave you cold,
Keep it chilly chilly, when I'm jigglin' jigglin' money,
Some niggas say okay, but you can say no way,
I'm drinkin' for honey,
If I wouldn't be kickin' these rhymes so funky,
You and your crew would never have bought my shit like junkies,
A part of a ";ki"; is all that I need,
To get on my feet, up outta the weed,
The capital ";C";, I do it for weed, and even a ";G"; for slangin' them kis,
I'm puttin' in it your face, Juvenile lookin' for a bitch now,
Don't have no time for no foreplay, I'm simply gonna lay this dick down
Niggas be comin' with dope lines,
Gimme the chance I'ma flow mine,
I'm tearin' this bitch up in no time,
No fuckin' ya up cuz you know I'm,
Funky like a club that's filled up with fat men fartin',
And never a bad thought in my mind, cuz I'm steadily plottin'

Chorus

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