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J > Juvenile > HaHa Lyrics By Juvenilethats you with that bad ass benz ha thats you that cant keep ya legs closed cuz ya cant keep fuckin ya friends ha you gotta goto court ha you gotta serve a sapena for child support ha that was they nerve ha you didnt even much geta chance to say a werd ha i know i aint trippin aint ya brotha got them birds ha you wanna bust wanna these nigga headz ha you aint scared ha you know how to play it ha i know you aint jes aint gonna let a nigga come and broke you ha come and front you ha straight up run ya ha you know how to fire up tha green ha yuo know how ta use a triple beem ha shit aint hard as it seems ha you keep ya body clean ha you gotta lotta jebo jeans ha some of ya partners dope boots ha you dont really wanna fuck wit these niggas ha you come up wit them niggaz ha you stuck wit them niggaz ha ~*chorus*~ (x2) you a paper chasa you gotcha block on fire reamanin a g untill tha moment ya expire ya know what it is tryin to make nuthin outa sumthin you handle you biz and dont be cryin into sumthin ~*juvenile*~ we cant do nuthin but love french ha you dont know what we gonna do next ha you bought my tape wit ya check ha you wanna invest ha you wanna protect ya chillen ha you spend 70 on ya benz ha that aint yours that your friends ha you wanna stab these niggaz from playin on ya ha you wanna run tha block ha you wanna be the only nigga wit rocks ha you keep ya gun cocked ha you countin money at the end of tha night ha you on a three day filght ha you full of dat deisel ha you duckin those people ha your face was on tha news last night ha you tha one that rise the dews out they shews last night ha you tha one that goes in tha projects in tha dark ha you claim youa thug the and you aint got ya hard on ha you came to nolia on new years eve ha you got stuck in that bitch and couldnt leave ha it was hard to breathe ha ~*chorus*~(x2) you a paper chasa you gotcha block on fire reamanin a g untill tha moment ya expire ya know what it is tryin to make nuthin outa sumthin you handle you biz and dont be cryin into sumthin ~*juvenile*~ you gotta tresspassin charge ha ya dick got hard lookin at them lil braws ha you dont know when to quit ha that you wit that shot callin shit ha thats you wit that ballin shit ha thats you thats takin them headhuntas ha that hoe dont know how to shut up her mouth ha you gonna knock that hoes teeth out ha you done switched from nikes to reeboks ha you twinkle ya gold every time ya leave ya house ha dem income tax checks out ha you bout to flip that out ha you bout to go score a gram ha you gonna treat ya nose ha you bout to go to put that dope dilla on one of these hoes ha you broke ya drove ha when you paid ya got buku places to go ha you on top ha ya ridin wit ya run up a niggaz shop ha you dont even think ya can be stopped ha you ridin in them benz on 20inch rims ha ~*chorus*~(x3) you a paper chasa you gotcha block on fire reamanin a g untill tha moment ya expire ya know what it is tryin to make nuthin outa sumthin you handle you biz and dont be cryin into sumthin when ya wit a dj and ya partna gotta gun ya betta run for it run for it run when ya in tha magnolia and my field gotta gun ya betta run for it run for it run say ya got sum wet shit and my partna gotta gun ya betta run for it run for it run if im on verection and and ya see me wit dat gun ya betta run for it run for it run it starts over from the begining without the chorus and fades off Juvenile - Ha Lyrics |