Juveniles - Poison Clan

DEBONAIRE: Yo wussup my nigga where the fuck you been?

JT MONEY: Shit, I jus' came from round a bitch house

Tryin to get a lil pussy, y’know I’m sayin?

DEB: Oh, my nigga, I ???

to do the shit by myself!

JT: Shit, do what, what you bout to do, man?

DEB: Tell these people bout this muthafuckin juvenile situation

JT: So what’s stoppin you?

Shit, I’m here!

DEB: Oh, oh you wit this my nigga?

JT: You damn right I’m wit it, nigga!

DEB: Aaight, so you know, we’ll just fuck it up y’know I’m sayin?

JT: Well go ahead, fuck it up

DEB: Aaight, boom, check this out:

I know by now you musta heard how wild we get

But now it’s time to hear the juvenile shit

And talkin bout juveniles the Clan we must

'Cause everybody goes through what happened to us

See, everybody’s gonna be or was a juvenile

Adults even know that these times are wild

Me and JT had to learn the hard way

'Cause hey, we couldn’t trust what parents say

Like rubbers, I used to be too cool for 'em

Bitches askin bout 'em, I used to ignore 'em

Mother used to tell me but I had to learn

Some hoes’ll give you a third degree burn

But no one’s had the battle, and now I’m a stranger

To hoes that need a sign that says «Keep Out, Danger»

Yeah, I tell you, my nigga

Them hoes’ll burn a muthafucka y’know I’m sayin?

Fuckin round with them dog-ass hoes not usin no rubbers

And all that crazy shit, y’know I’m sayin?

JT: True.

But yo, Deb, check it out

Have you ever, had a girl you wanted to do it with

But ain’t know that somethin would ruin it?

Bust this, I had a girl willin

I was too, but Jimmy was chillin

Man, I mean this girl was sweaty and wet

But lil' JT just wouldn’t erect

Oh shit!

Why me?

How could this be?

JT bein dissed by Jimbrowski?

Like I needed a sex instructor

When normally, there, I’da been fucked her

Sayin to myself, «Man, I don’t know»

If wasn’t shit wrong with me, somethin was wrong with that hoe

Yo, I might’ve avoided maybe catchin AIDS

A day later, Trigga slayed her, now he’s pissin razor blades

DEB: Damn my nigga

Trigga done fucked up for real this time, I tell you boy!

JT: You know it, shit, I’m glad I ain’t fucked that hoe

That’d be a raggedy-ass fuckin week!

DEB: …'round here gettin burned

Them dusty ass hoes raggedy bitches …

Anyway I tell you, my nigga, check this out —

My nigga, my parents, my nigga

They be jockin me like a muthafucka y’know I’m sayin?

JT: For what?

DEB: 'Bout school and all that crazy shit!

JT: Oh, oh, shit, you ain’t sayin nothin

My ol' gran’m talkin bout the same shit!

DEB: Well anyway check this out:

I’m a juvenile, tired of adults

Talkin bout consequences and results

'Cause through it all I make the same choice which is

Sayin FUCK SCHOOL to take home the bitches

I took a hoe to the crib, and yo, bust it

I used my last rubber, knowin I could trust it

But goin up in this bitch, I could barely breathe

Now that’s some abuse to receive

I was nearly unconscious on the verge of death

When I could no longer hold my breath

I just about fell out from inhaling the fumes

I woke up in the mornin, aired out the rooms

And now because of this bitch, I’ma kill

The next hoe to disregard the Messengil

Oh lawd my nigga I tell you, that pussy was stinky as a muthafucka!

Fuck that bitch if she ever come around me again!

JT: Damn that ???

…

What the fuck you fuckin with them stank hoes for?

Check this out, I was loungin, coolin by the Brougham

A bitch comes up talkin bout, take her home

Yo, at first, I wasn’t wit it

I saw the ass on that bitch, and I did it

Now stuff like this happens all the time

Nuttin but sex goin through my mind

From the suspense I don’t know how I survived

My dick was so hard we went in overdrive

Pulled up to a crib, saw a Caddy Brougham

I got no sex 'cause her daddy was home

DEB: Damn, man that’s fucked up man

For real, I’ll tell you though, ???

JT: 'ey that bitch faked me up man

I don’t fuck wit the hoe no more, ???

DEB: True.

Aiyyo check this out man

My nigga, man, I be gettin my report cards y’know I’m sayin?

Daddy’ll think a tough guy weak or somethin

My nigga, be tryin to front on me y’know I’m sayin?

JT: I bet he be kickin yo ass

DEB: You got me fucked up, I ain’t havin that shit!

JT: I bet he bust yo ass, I bet he bust yo ass

DEB: Yo, yo check this out my nigga …

JT: Wussup?

Yo, every report card I get all F’s

Goin tow to tow with dad, yo, without no rest

Every time I get a card he always seems to know

'Cause he greets me at the door with a knockout blow

So, I said MMMMM, and got hip to it

The next report card came, Daddy-o knew it

And waitin by the door to put a blitz in effect

But Daddy-o forgot to make a situation check

I creeped up behind him with a four-by-four

Tapped him on the shoulder, and wired his jaw

He musta learned a lesson of being convinced

'Cause he ain’t ask about my report cards since

Yeah, that nigga know what time it is now!

Hadda fuck that old nigga up, I mean

Playa ain’t gonna swing on his own son y’know I’m sayin?

I hadda get some straighenin!

JT: Goddamn boy, I thought I was wild!

Yo, check this shit out right here:

I’m a menace to society, juvenile delinquint

Can’t stand school 'cause I’m in trouble frequent

Livin in the office like it’s my class

See, if school’s about trouble, maybe then I’ll pass

Suckas be frontin tryin to pull my card

I just drop 'em and dip, but not from them, they’re security guards

Comin like ???, hot on my trail

Realized, got wise and broke like hell

They finally caught up, took me down to the office

Say boayyy, you know you can’t get off this

JT, you’re a fuckin disgrace!

Get yo muthafuckin ass outta my goddamn place!

DEB: Aww man, they tried you, man, you got suspended, man!

JT: I don’t give a fuck about no suspension, no muthafuckin

Fuck school, man, I don’t need that shit, I’m the Mack Daddy

Y’know I’m sayin, I’m gettin paid, I’m bankin!

DEB: True, my nigga, we, you know, you livin like a villain

Y’know I’m sayin, Debonaire’s bad, the Devil’s Dad, y’know I’m sayin!

JT: Hold up Deb, hold up Deb, you got people listenin to you and shit!

Hey y’all, y’all don’t do as we do, we two low life muthafuckas

We livin like villains, y’know I’m sayin?

DEB: That’s what I’m sayin, you know, my nigga, shit

My man Drugz, my nigga ain’t go to school since like third grade

We just don’t give a fuck, y’know I’m sayin?

JT: Hey, but shit, see it ain’t like that, see I tried to do shit right

Even though I wouldn’t, but the shit ain’t happened!

DEB: Now that’s a muthafuckin lie, y’know I’m sayin?

JT: Hey, I’m tryin to go to school, y’know

But I’m down with ???

fuckin me up!

DEB: We, yo, put it this way

We two goddamn bad influence muthafuckas

JT: I’m not …

DEB: don’t do shit like us, don’t try this shit at home

JT: Hey, I’ll go — hey, fuck it, I’ll go to school

DEB: Hey, anyway, my nigga, yo

We outta here, y’know I’m sayin, we outie!

JT: Peace