1 - New Orleans… Read Full Bio ↴There are multiple artists under the name 'Juvenile'
1 - New Orleans-based rapper Juvenile was born Terius Gray. After beginning his performing career while in his teens, he released a 1995 album on Warlock titled Being Myself. He eventually crossed paths with Cash Money label owners Ronald "Suga Slim" and Brian "Baby" Williams, who issued 1996's Solja Rags; the album became a major underground hit, and set the stage for the release of 1998's 400 Degreez. In 1999, with Juvenile's popularity growing, Solja Rags was reissued nationally, and Warlock jumped on the bandwagon with a remixed version of Being Myself. The year ended with the release of a new studio effort, Tha G-Code, followed by Project English two years later in 2001. In 2002 he left Cash Money and formed his own collective, the UTP Playas (Uptown Project Playas), with whom he recorded a posse album, The Compilation. The album went nowhere and a year later he was back on Cash Money and releasing Juve the Great which featured the chart-topping hit "Slow Motion". The 2005 single from the UTP Playas "Noila Clap" was another big track and Juvenile was ready once again to shopping for a new label. As he was signing a new contract with Asylum his Slidell, Louisiana home was destroyed by Hurricane Katrina. The hurricane and its grim aftermath were hot topics on his 2006 album Reality Check.
2 - JUVENILE, A Japanese Music Producer, Singer, Beatmaker and DJ, from Tokyo.
He has been active since at least 2018, in 2024 he did the opening for the anime "The Unwanted Undead Adventurer" with his song IMMORTAL.
He has collaborated with artists such as Liyuu, Jun Fukuyama, TeddyLoid and many more.
Pop U
Juvenile Lyrics
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[Click Clack]
Alright [Sampled from "What's Up" by Juvenile & the UTP Playaz played throughout song]
[Chorus]
You gon' make me clock you
I'ma have to pop you
I'ma have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop you
[Juvenile]
Who that nigga is
What that nigga claim
Juve wild magnolia
Its an uptown thing
Soulja watchin' over me
So I'ma let it rain
Just give me the weed, the mic
And I'ma let it off the chain
Y'all actin' like, that nigga lost it
I ain't have no money
now I'm back, what the cost is
(?) on my wrist lookin' gooey
These ain't Birdman's
These is real Gucci's
Turn around the corner
Motherfucker tryin' to sue me
Talkin' shit to me so I can hit him with a two-piece
Where he rock, where he roll
where he got control
Me and my mans and them get the brains out these hoes
If she can dance, then she can romance nice and slow
Be in a trance like it was your man's pipe in the hole
I've been sippin' a little somethin'
Just stop servin' the game
It feel good to be an OG
I'm deservin' it mayne
[Hook]
I'm the nigga, nigga
The nigga, nigga the nigga
The nigga, nigga Ju-a-vey
I'm the nigga, nigga
The nigga the nigga, nigga
The nigga, nigga, nigga Ju-a-vey
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
Now ain't no tellin' where I might be (Nope!)
Cause there's a million other creeps
Prancin' around these streets lookin' like me
Call them my stunt doubles
So if you think you hit Luda' with the rueger
I'm up in Cuba blowin' blunt bubbles
On the double, lookin' for trouble we staarted
The eye on my gat is cocked its retaarted
I'm sippin' lean, smokin' green, and I'm so hot
I told machine's people call me +I Robot+
Bang to the boogey boogey bang bang
Let my little partner borrow my necklace
And hit bitches with the same chain
Its not computer love (Nope!)
I'm gettin' great brain
Got a hard drive
But they blow me out my mainframe
Now how you like that?
I got your momma pitchin' quarters
On the corner gettin' cornered
And come right back
I'm makin' tight stacks (Yeah!)
So if it ain't Juve or Luda
Then can it nigga, we don't even like rap!
[Hook]
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Got the Mack in the grass
And the nine in the dumpster
Duck when they pass
One time wanna dump ya'
Hunger
What I got in my veins
Take shots from the Henny
Just to straighten my aim
Now, I raise my middle finger (Fuck the World!)
And them donuts in that car better make ya' hurl
Yea, I'm bout my paper mayne
I'm fully loaded like them niggaz in Jamaica mayne
I know you know
This is Crack
And he's back
And you mad
Cause we diiid
And they Yack-ity Yak
In the sack when we slid in (Yeah!)
Mommy shakin' they ass
She want some big bills
Tip drill, she wants a tip drill (That's it!)
Its ya' nigga crack
Live with some fresh cut
Side of the highway
Ridin' that's the best fuck
And you can keep them hotel keys
Cause we gon' fuck these bitches
Wherever we please
[Hook]
[Chorus]
The song "Pop You" by Juvenile featuring Ludacris and Fat Joe is a song that speaks about their toughness and the violence that may come with it. The title of the song is suggestive of violence, as it implies shooting someone. The chorus repeats the phrase "You gon' make me pop you, I'ma have to pop you," which is a threat of violence if someone doesn't back down. Juvenile talks about how, despite his success and newfound wealth, he is still ready to fight if threatened. There are references to his previous reputation as a tough guy that had to do whatever it took to be at the top. Similarly, Ludacris mentions how he has enemies and is always ready for a fight, no matter where he is in the world.
The lyrics of "Pop You" describe the gangsta culture that perpetuates violence and toughness as a measure of manhood. The song features many explicit and violent images that might make it a controversial piece of work. It showcases how some Hip Hop icons would like to be perceived as tough, no-nonsense guys who are always prepared to defend themselves.
Line by Line Meaning
Alright
Starting the song
You gon' make me clock you
If you continue to behave this way, I will have to reprimand you
I'ma have to pop you
I will have to use force against you
You gon' make me pop you
If you keep pushing, I will be forced to retaliate
I'ma have to pop you
I won't tolerate your behavior and will take necessary actions
You gon' make me pop you
Your actions may result in physical consequences for you
I'ma have to pop you
I will not hesitate to use force if provoked
You gon' make me pop you
I will not be intimidated and will defend myself
I'ma have to pop you
I will react accordingly to protect myself
Who that nigga is
Who is that person?
What that nigga claim
What is he saying he represents?
Juve wild magnolia
Where I'm from, I represent Juve Wild Magnolia
Its an uptown thing
It's a unique culture and way of life where I come from
Soulja watchin' over me
I feel protected and guided by my higher power
So I'ma let it rain
I'm going to express myself freely and let my emotions out
Just give me the weed, the mic
All I need is marijuana and a microphone
And I'ma let it off the chain
I will unleash my emotions and let loose
Y'all actin' like, that nigga lost it
People are questioning my sanity and belief in myself
I ain't have no money
I was broke
now I'm back, what the cost is
I'm successful now, but it came at a price
(?) on my wrist lookin' gooey
I have a nice watch on my wrist
These ain't Birdman's
These are not fake or cheap items
These is real Gucci's
My accessories are high-end Gucci brand
Turn around the corner
I went around the corner
Motherfucker tryin' to sue me
Someone is threatening legal action against me
Talkin' shit to me so I can hit him with a two-piece
If someone disrespects me, I'll hit them with a punch and uppercut (two-piece)
Where he rock, where he roll
Where is he from and what does he represent?
where he got control
Who has the power and influence?
Me and my mans and them get the brains out these hoes
My friends and I enjoy having sex with these women
If she can dance, then she can romance nice and slow
If she dances well, I will engage in a slow romantic relationship with her
Be in a trance like it was your man's pipe in the hole
She will be in a state of euphoria like she has had sex with her man
I've been sippin' a little somethin'
I have been drinking alcohol
Just stop servin' the game
Stop playing the game, retire
It feel good to be an OG
I enjoy being a respected, older gangster
I'm deservin' it mayne
I feel like I earned my success
I'm the nigga, nigga
I am the man, the one in charge
The nigga, nigga the nigga
I am that important
The nigga, nigga Ju-a-vey
I am Juvenile, the man in charge
Now ain't no tellin' where I might be (Nope!)
You never know where I'll be or what I'll do next
Cause there's a million other creeps
There are many other people out there like me
Prancin' around these streets lookin' like me
They try to copy my style and swagger
Call them my stunt doubles
I call them my imitators or copies
So if you think you hit Luda' with the rueger
If you think you shot me with a gun
I'm up in Cuba blowin' blunt bubbles
I'm smoking weed in Cuba
On the double, lookin' for trouble we staarted
I'm actively searching for problems to solve
The eye on my gat is cocked its retaarted
The trigger on my gun is ready to fire
I'm sippin' lean, smokin' green, and I'm so hot
I'm drinking cough syrup, smoking marijuana, and feeling very high
I told machine's people call me +I Robot+
I'm so mechanical and robotic, people call me a machine
Bang to the boogey boogey bang bang
Shoot guns rapidly
Let my little partner borrow my necklace
I loaned my friend my expensive jewelry
And hit bitches with the same chain
He used that same chain to hit women
Its not computer love (Nope!)
I don't feel emotions like a computer, I'm human
I'm gettin' great brain
I'm receiving excellent oral sex
Got a hard drive
I have a gun
But they blow me out my mainframe
But they can still overpower me
Now how you like that?
Do you appreciate my skills and style?
I got your momma pitchin' quarters
Your mother is playing a gambling game with coins
On the corner gettin' cornered
She's in a vulnerable state, open to being robbed or attacked
And come right back
She will keep returning to risky or dangerous situations
I'm makin' tight stacks (Yeah!)
I'm making a lot of money
So if it ain't Juve or Luda
If it's not me or Ludacris
Then can it nigga, we don't even like rap!
Don't bother showing us anything else, we're not interested in anything other than hip-hop music
Got the Mack in the grass
I have a gun hidden in the grass
And the nine in the dumpster
I have another gun in the trash can
Duck when they pass
Hurry, hide when the police come by
One time wanna dump ya'
The cops want to arrest or harm you
Hunger
I'm hungry for success and power
What I got in my veins
My passion and drive
Take shots from the Henny
Drink Hennessy to numb my pain
Just to straighten my aim
To improve my shooting skills
Now, I raise my middle finger (Fuck the World!)
I'm angry at the world and don't care about anything or anyone
And them donuts in that car better make ya' hurl
The people in that car make me sick
Yea, I'm bout my paper mayne
I'm focused on making money
I'm fully loaded like them niggaz in Jamaica mayne
I'm armed and ready, like Jamaican gangsters
I know you know
You understand my intentions and desires
This is Crack
I am Fat Joe, the notorious rapper
And he's back
I'm making a comeback
And you mad
You're upset about my success
Cause we diiid
We accomplished something great
And they Yack-ity Yak
People are gossiping and talking behind our backs
In the sack when we slid in (Yeah!)
We had sex with women when we were in bed (Yeah!)
Mommy shakin' they ass
Women are dancing and moving their buttocks
She want some big bills
She wants a lot of money
Tip drill, she wants a tip drill (That's it!)
She wants a man who will provide well for her
Its ya' nigga crack
I'm Fat Joe, the one you're looking for
Live with some fresh cut
I look very fresh and stylish
Side of the highway
By the side of the road
Ridin' that's the best fuck
Driving is the most fun thing for me to do
And you can keep them hotel keys
I'm not interested in staying in hotels
Cause we gon' fuck these bitches
We will have sex with these women wherever we please
Wherever we please
Anywhere we want
Contributed by Alaina G. Suggest a correction in the comments below.