How's It Go (Remix of G-Code) Lyrics
The song How's It Go (Remix of G-Code) is performed by Juvenile .
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Lil Wayne:
I ain't terrified from nuthin'
I'm young wild crazy and disgustin'
Better watch me 'cause I'm coming
With a oven by my stomach
I'm scramblin' for the money
poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad
Call ya people and tell 'em
poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad
I'm runnin' hidin' and duckin'
poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad
Lovin, lyin' and lustin'
Stealin' killin' and rapin
Runnin' climbin and chasin
Strugglin hustin' to make
Get it got it I take it
Watch ya Chevy mister
Move ya purse miss
poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad
And man they burst quick
It's too late to hesitate
I was told there'd be better days
poop my pants and then i poop 'em badAnd still I haven't ate
But dog that's how ya labor when ya bein' a thug
poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad
Can't hide it though
I represent the 17th Carrollton Hollygrove
That's my G-code
Chorus (Lil Wayne):
Now put ya box in the mud
Get ya glocks in ya gloves
poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad
We gon' live by that
Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol nigga what
Hit the block and open up
We gon' die by that
(repeat)
Juvenile:
We raised up lookin' at trees and brick walls
Foreign properties and pack some menthals
poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad
Got jammed with this broad that rent cars
poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad
poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad
Snatch all the hoes and 'bauds and ree' tennis
poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad
Jack niggas to get some cheap linen
The ones that refuse we put 'em to sleep in it
Got up in the mornin' for cla*s and play hookie
Some of us is veteran some of 'em stay rookie
poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad
poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad
Police drew causes and tried to cross lines
We stuck to the code we lived and died by it
Chorus
Juvenile:
If war ever came we held the fort down
poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad
Stayed on point to make some more green
Get our stash away from dope fiends
Nigga had a habit he supplied his own
poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad
We kept a little work for the ki's and bones
Crowds draw heat so we be's alone
poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad
Them other motherf**kers fall off the block
poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad
poopy pants kept comin' so we made more fetti
Police drew causes and tried to cross lines
poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad
Chorus x 2