Flaw Boyz
Jim Crow Lyrics

What's up whodie?
Juvenile greets his listeners.

This Juvenile Nino, Cash Money Millionaire
Juvenile establishes his identity as a Cash Money Millionaire.

Doin this here
Juvenile announces that he is performing the song.

My boys from the ATL, Jim Crow
Juvenile introduces Jim Crow, the group behind the song Flaw Boyz.

And we all should say to all you playa-hatin muthafuckas
Juvenile addresses haters of the South.

Why'all better respect the South
Juvenile demands respect for the Southern states.

We on a come-up, nigga
Juvenile declares that the South is rising to prominence in the music industry.

And we did this shit for the hoodrats, the hot girls,
Juvenile explains that the song Flaw Boyz is for a particular group of people.

The hot boys, the three-time losers, the drug-abusers
Juvenile mentions specific individuals whom the song is meant to resonate with.

I don't give a fuck what you do, nigga
Juvenile expresses indifference towards his listeners' lifestyles.

Stick to what you do
Juvenile advises his listeners to focus on their own endeavors.

It be them Flaw Boyz, ???? Thinkin we was country on some hee-hi-haw We like Kane in the Eighties, we RAW, boy Fuck around and make me come up in your jaw, boy
The chorus celebrates the Flaw Boyz and warns anyone who doubts their musical talent.

I say no more talk, my liquor is malt A nigga never went to jail cause I ain't never got caught Now see it ain't my fault your boys sketched in chalk ???? shoulda learned the game that you bark
Mr. Mo boasts about his success in avoiding arrest and blames his rivals for their deaths.

See some niggas, they make me mad These hoes, they got it bad They ain't recognize, do the math And you will see they all bitch-made, lemonade
Mr. Mo criticizes people who underestimate him and labels them as weak.

Grown as hell but they actin like they 8th grade You need to play with a full deck Work a sweat, break a bitch and all I want is my check Is that bad to flex, is your girlfriend next? To get spiced up late night, Frapper's Delight (Nigga, whatever you like)
Mr. Mo mocks those who act immature and promotes chasing wealth and pleasure.

On point like they droppin a beat, let's be discrete About these bullshit stories you hear up in the street I'm down to my last sheet, no mo' chance to roll Control everything I do, now how 'bout you?
Cutty Cartel stays alert to rumors and is running out of money.

Me, he and even she Whoever who, no debate, I can't wait On shortie, to see what they do When they lose it all and ball, no flaw While you lickin all off on her bra We lickin for the cheese in the cash drawer With the safe unlocked, over a boy that got got And it's some foolish-ass spot, the back of the room Not knowin that his last breath has been consumed He done ballin
Cutty Cartel describes a robbery and the ultimate death of the victim.

Ha-ha-ha (Yo, who the fuck is he?) Shawty Pimp The nigga that gives a damn 'bout a be Roaddogs run the streets, keep a beetch on a leash Eat good for the free, Fleetwood, a Caprice
Polow introduces himself and celebrates his freedom and wealth.

That's what we ride in, hide in from no enemy Preacher daughters freakin me, so-called players envy me Hennessy has the tendency to make a nigga stupid Can't whup my ass and all the alcohol said you can do it
Polow cites the benefits of his luxurious lifestyle and dangers of drinking.

But you clueless thinkin that drink make you ruthless Now you're toothless runnin around town lookin stupid Cause cupid got your heart, gave your bitch a credit card But she still fuck around with them players on boulevard
Polow warns not to confuse alcohol consumption and toughness and comments on a disloyal partner.

I don't care how hard the sound on your record You don't want nann ?? Shawty Pimp, not one second Huh? Not one second, bitch, not one second Now praise the Lord for these lyrical blessing
Polow challenges rivals and emphasizes the importance of his lyrical skills.

Direct your shit at Juvenile cause I'm the nigga that you hate Don't try to throw a brick from a distance, then hide your faces See, the places that I been you can't hang Unless I took you under my wing and I put you in the game
Juvenile responds to haters and warns them not to attack him anonymously.

Ever since I been walkin on this Converse soil Bitches been joining forces and makin blood boil But I'm here to spoil the whole royal ??? stop ??? whores from playin
Juvenile comments on female attention he receives and puts down gold diggers.

Over no, you must be crazy, ha, is ya? Boy, listen to me when I'm talkin before I get witcha Whip ya, rip your little dreams apart Take that same rhyme you bought it from me and then let it spark
Juvenile warns potential rivals about the consequences of challenging him.

Depart before your people talkin seekin vengeance That's how I'ma handle business, fuck what's the consequences Hittin your residence with Russian-made instruments Your neighbors hollerin, run, trippin and call for the President Boy, we be serious round this shit, dirty Ain't nobody fuckin with the South
Juvenile threatens his rivals and emphasizes Southern dominance in the music industry.

The HB's done hooked up with them Jim Crows, ya heard me? And guess what, we ain't no hoes, nigga CMR, ATL there's no tomorrow, nigga Cash Money Millionaires in this muthafucka My nigga be -32 My nigga B.G. is here My nigga Lil Wayne, my nigga Lil Turk My nigga Mannie Freezie Fuck it, nigga Down South (Down South)
Juvenile concludes the song by promoting his colleagues and their work.