Juvenile - Sets Go Up (featuring Wacko) Lyrics

Chorus

(One) Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two) Never turn my back on my city
(Three) Never let the money f**k with me
(Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at the b****es

And the sets go up (17x)

(Juvenile)

Hey homie, you don't wanna get familiar with us
F**kin' over you would give me and my n***** a rush
I'm sick of all you and the fortune and supposed to be thugs
Tellin' stories 'bout your life when that was not how it was
Yeah a n**** did some shit back in the days with the pack
Like in your hood, when you was out there gettin' paid with The crack

You get the f**k when you hear shots and it's not yo' peep
But if a ricochet hit you, you better pop yo' heat
Yeah you know I'm from the 'Nolia but you do not know me
Quit eyeballin' a n**** down 'fore you get shot homie
You don't wanna know what I've been thinkin' up
You better go 'head on and find you another spot to chill
'cause I've been drinkin' cuz
We see a light and everything ain't great
It's like everybody mind is in the same old state, ya know
I'll throw a n**** f**ked up with his revenues
I'ma tell you four F**kin' things I'ma never do

Chorus

(One) Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two) Never turn my back on my city
(Three) Never let the money f**k with me
(Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at the b****es

And the sets go up (9x)

(Juvenile)

From the 3 to the 17, ey yo we doin' it big
If you're ghetto you know who Wacko and Juvenile is
New Orleans, see I'ma rep that, 'cause these my peeps
You could pick up some bad habits hangin' in these streets
Have you talkin' to this and that n**** and showin' your teeth
Walkin' round you like you took care and you handled your Beef

Pissed off 'cause your hoe wanna come talk to me
To show me the little gift that she done bought for me
I take it back to when the big timers was pushin' the size
When n***** wore D***ies suits like it was regular jobs
We cop Adidas, ghost town and Anita's used to be packed
And rumors started poppin' and it started to crack
We used to drink Crazy Horse and shoot dice in the back
We had four rules in life and I can promise you that

Chorus

(One) Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two) Never turn my back on my city
(Three) Never let the money f**k with me
(Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at the b****es

And the sets go up (9x)

(Wacko)

Now why you muggin' a n****? Let that b**** go
Let her bounce with a gangsta out six coat
Let her wil' out and flick it off a disco
Let me gas up, d*** her down and get ghost
Ain't trickin' for the v*gina, I like to get throat
Yo' stupid ass tryin' to stay in here and lick toes
Good girls love G's, that's how the shit go
That's why n***** need to tighten up and get low
I know you heard of *clap-clap*, I'm gettin' doe
Let me check my palm pilot, I'm gettin' h***
Let me check my squad' wallets, we gettin' close
My squad up in the crowd wilin', they spittin' more
Drive by in the '5-5, forget a '4
Five, five and another five, we get a show
Fifteen and another five, you'll get some blow
You hustlin' your block, pop and you get some more

Chorus

(One) Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two) Never turn my back on my city
(Three) Never let the money f**k with me
(Four) I'ma never stop hollerin' at these b****es

And the sets go up (17x)

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