Nolia Clap Remix - Juvenile, Wacko, Skip

Where H-town at.

ATL at.

Miami, Lil Haiti, Lauderdale at…

Ya’ll hear dat Nolia clap?

Ya’ll hear dat Nolia clap?

I say da U gon do dey thing wodie please believe

If not we’ll make it hard for u cowards to breave

One thing about a ghost, keeps sh* up a sleeve

Juve and skip attack the boards, while I plug em wit 3's

Every stash spot i got, I stuff it wit g’s

don’t need a chain or a whip to snatch me a freak.

I’d rather ride around in my hooptie blowin on trees

With two heaters in my lap.

bumpin 400 degreez

I 'on rock wit juvenile.

what clown?

datz my dawg.

Say dat sh* again I’ll wack all ya’ll.

Get on some bo?

sh*…smack all ya’ll

Prolly get on dat rob sh*…crack all ya’ll

I neva talk sideways I put ya on da highway

Have ya sweatin in da chicken coop like smokey off Friday

Catch ya in da nolia have ya runnin down da driveway

Tryna bring ya down?

Yippe Ka Yay

Where da Bay at… to dat 'lay at where dem teks, where dem 9's, where dem k’s at west coast whats up, west side whats up where NY at…, NJ at, Philly philly, b -, V A at

east coast whassup, east side whassup

I’m straight hollygrove ya know dat

But I’m ol’skool, fisher projek like a throwback

Now I told you now you know dat

You ain’t welcome here, you ain’t see I’m Gone on my doormat

So stupid why… you ain’t abide by dat

If I catch you on my porch, you gon die by dat

Right there, by them leaves.

you can lie by dat

On side of dat dog doo doo, you can dry like dat

Cause this is payback for anyone who eva said dat

Look, I’m safe wit this vest… Gon get his head packed

Or get his face slashed, get his neck jooked

Look in my face… this how death look

If ya deaf look, I won’t play witcha

Gun talk is all I’m gonna say to ya So learn to read lips… cause see we tripz

Every time dat alk and dem trees mix

Where da Row at, Interscope at… Choppa City, Universal, Cut Throat at…

where my pimps wassup, all my playaz wassup

where UTP at, Crime Lab at, Rap A Lot, DTP, Aftermath at all my souljas wassup, all my gangstas wassup

we from the dirrty dirrty ya heard me ya shoot and get shot from under the

department line we bout as long as ya block i travel all over the states been in some serious

spots carzy not

knowing if them people gon’kill me or not all that booting up and stunnin and

gon get u no where

if u aint bout shooting them subs dont even go there if u scared show u scraed

and put ur sets

down we aint got a way lookin for beef u can go away now gotta holla at ??

survival these

people be my people hook me up with some prada clap for a PM calp for a bbenz

and if u clap right

here ill give u twenties and tens 3rd ward got money

we got plenty to spend quit spending on transportation we got plenty of them

YEA THIS IS BIG BUISNES RIGHT HERE RAP-A-LOT UTP 2004 PUT UR U’S UP