Juvenile - Know What I'm Talkin' Bout lyrics

[Hook] This one, got 'em bopping to this Keep 'em all day in the mall, shopping to this Riding on them chrome'y blades, steady chopping to this And I'm in a rag top, steady dropping to this Know what I'm tal'n bout, one time clocking to this Cause the bang in the trunk, steady knocking to this Keep the nine millimeter guns, co*king to this And you gon know me when you see me, by the rocks on my wrist [C-Note] Plenty hoes, showing me love (know I'm tal'n bout), got the Benz sitting on dubs (know I'm tal'n bout), that's the way we do in the South (know I'm tal'n bout), put them diamonds in your mouth (know I'm tal'n bout), pulling up looking real clean (know I'm tal'n bout), Navigator filled with screens (know I'm tal'n bout), got my grill filled with diamonds (know I'm tal'n bout), got the bumper steady reclining As you see, I'm from the Third Coast n***a Balling, what we does most n***a C-Note, y'all can't come close n***a Freeze, so y'all can't stop my n***as Got a lot of women, when we up in the club Walk outside, and we sitting on dubs Ballers and thugs, steady showing me love Fly like a dove, in them planes above know I'm tal'n bout [Hook] [Bun B] King of this rap thang, in the Lone Star Everyday we smoke k**, pop pills on bar (know I'm tal'n bout), coming out the Westside vecinity f** a crowd f** the law, f** over the enemy (know I'm tal'n bout), king of the after-hours I'm able To walk up in to Cornbread's, and pick a pool table (know I'm tal'n bout), put dice on it put a price on it Lick every n***a with it, got advice on it (know I'm tal'n bout), you want it damn fool pick a number And we'll find six feet of dirt, to get you under (know I'm tal'n bout), did it befo' we'll do it again Let's take it back to '92, smoking fluid again (know I'm tal'n bout), you let him damn him do it to you Acting like you wasn't G's, when you knew it was true (know I'm tal'n bout), we coming through your HQ in a blue S2 In 2000 and 2, now what you gonna do know I'm tal'n bout [Hook] [Godfather] Know what I'm tal'n bout, loving Down South They dub like horses, with gold in they mouth In the E Cla**, when I see a** Horn beep-beep, then I pull up fast Love for the Third, when the Third got birds Roll big birds, sip on syrup Whole club pumping, everybody jumping Like Kriss-Kross, never take a big loss If I get pulled over, it'll get tossed Stay hogging, cause I'm the big boss Bun B, C-Note murder we wrote O.G.'s, now relax wrap ski boats Big pimping, f** leave her limping Ecstasy pills, got her heart trembling Got a lot of women, never be simping Dudes out of line, I be homicide attempting [Hook] [Juvenile] I'm bout to put the double R, in the spot It look clean when it drop, but it's rough with the top Man I got, four or five of y'all Everyday trying to figure, what I drive is hard 45 inch bus, studio in the bus DVD satellite, I ain't kidding you black If I owe money, gotta be to the max Third Coast baby, I'm speaking the facts Better sco' from me now, other n***as'll tax If you don't have what I want, look I'm giving it back I'ma snatch me a hoe, before I go to the pad And hope she give me head, let me go in the a** Man I see a whole lot of people, up in the club Women shaking they a**, n***as throwing it up And recognize, when the real in this b**h And you try to take me under, but I'm still in this b**h [Hook] (*talking*) Bun B, Juvenile, C-Note off that (know I'm tal'n bout) Putting it down Third Coast style (know I'm tal'n bout) Grizz on the track got my back, what up with it (know I'm tal'n bout), Big Shot Records we here to stay baby Know I'm tal'n bout - 4x