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.
Snoopy Track
Juvenile Lyrics
Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴ Line by Line Meaning ↴
Uh, ha, uh, ha
Uh, uh huh uh uh, uh, uh huh
This for my hustlers, uh huh
And for the bitches, yeah
Yo, yo
This is for my niggas down in Houston on candy paint
All my niggas in the A-T-L throwin' dem bows
All them thugs that send slugs through your clothes, holla at me
It's for the black culture, Spanish chicks with the sweet chocha
Spanish cats with the ki's of cocoa
All the haters eat a dick they wanna see you brok-er
I hope the heat stroke ya, the misery is over
All my deep smokers, I hope the leaf choke ya
Hope you'll never be sober I'ma toast to myself
I hope the Crist' get me, spiralin' into a tizzy
So pissy, swervin' on the road dizzy
May God protect my soul, angels walk with me
First do the flow sickly, niggas is so shifty
The fo'-fo' is like a force field, you won't get me
I brought some folk with me, Brooklyn is loc'n with me
What the fuck?
You know, we ride, all day, all night
Pop Crist, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for life
You know, we ride, all day, all night
Pop Crist, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for life
This is for my chicks that get dough for takin' off they clothes
All them money makin' honeys that slide down the poles
All my educated chicks who grade is 4.0
All the baby mamas across the globe, ayo
I like my women friends feminine
I like my hoes on "X" like Eminem, shit
I like em bow-legged, never coke-headed
With a dough fetish, the drive to go get it
I like they toes proper, I like they clothes Prada
I like they shoes Gucci, I like new coochie
I fucked a few groupies, in a few hoopties
I got em iceberg shit they thought I knew Snoopy
I cop them Roc-a-Wear, my mamis dedicated
They never tell me no, the most they said is "not here"
I got they ears studded, both wrists baguetted
I got a main chick, a mistress, and a young bitch
Forget it I'm the don
You know, we ride, all day, all night
Pop Crist, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for life
You know, we ride, all day, all night
Pop Crist, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for life
This is for my dice shooters, cats doin' life
By the time I get this kite to ya, I hope you doin' alright
Who got 'em platinum up? Who got the chicks in the truck?
Too much to sit comfortably, they lappin' up
Who shit is big pimpin'? See the flow different
I drop heavy then I let the four-fifth flip 'em
I keep rappers talkin' to kids, Jigga "Sixth Sense-d" 'em
Don't mention my name and lames in the same sentence
You see I'm so thorough, take on your whole borough
Be so careful I hear the whistle from the fo'-fo' barrel
Keep the flow Hovah, icy neck, cold shoulder
Who click is closest to La Costra Nostra?
It's "The Roc"
You know, we ride, all day, all night
Pop Crist, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for life
You know, we ride, all day, all night
Pop Crist, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for life
You know, we ride, all day, all night
Pop Crist, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for life
In Juvenile's song "Snoopy Track," he is giving a shoutout to his fellow hustlers and ladies. The song is a celebration of the various cultures around America, from Spanish chicks with sweet chocha to black culture. He pays homage to the dirty south, singling out Houston, Miami, and the A-T-L (Atlanta) where thugs send slugs through your clothes. He also makes a reference to his haters who'd love to see him broke, but he wishes them misery is over. He expresses joy in the presence of deep smokers and the hope that the leaf choke ya. The track is a party anthem that people can vibe to, appreciating the hoes that get money from taking off their clothes, educated chicks, baby mamas, dice shooters, and cats doing life.
Line by Line Meaning
Bounce
Let's get moving and start the song
Uh, ha, uh, ha / Uh, uh huh uh uh, uh, uh huh
Making playful, energetic sounds to hype up the song
This for my hustlers, uh huh / And for the bitches, yeah
Addressing the song's audience (hustlers and women)
This is for my niggas down in Houston on candy paint
Dedicating a verse to his friends in Houston who have cars with bright paint colors
All my niggas in the Dirty South, Miami Mayne
Shouting out his friends in the southern US, including Miami
All my niggas in the A-T-L throwin' dem bows
Greeting his friends in Atlanta while referencing the dance move 'throwing bows'
All them thugs that send slugs through your clothes, holla at me
Inviting tough people who shoot to connect with him
It's for the black culture, Spanish chicks with the sweet chocha / Spanish cats with the ki's of cocoa
Acknowledging the cultural and ethnic diversity in his audience
All the haters eat a dick they wanna see you brok-er
Dismissing any negative people who wish him failure
I hope the heat stroke ya, the misery is over
Wishing bad things upon his critics and hoping they leave him alone
All my deep smokers, I hope the leaf choke ya / Hope you'll never be sober I'ma toast to myself
Making a toast to himself and expressing disdain for people who smoke marijuana
I hope the Crist' get me, spiralin' into a tizzy / So pissy, swervin' on the road dizzy / May God protect my soul, angels walk with me
Describing his drinking and driving habits and acknowledging the potential danger of his actions
First do the flow sickly, niggas is so shifty / The fo'-fo' is like a force field, you won't get me
Praising his impressive flow and warning people that he is untouchable (compared to a 'force field')
I brought some folk with me, Brooklyn is loc'n with me
Bringing his crew with him and representing Brooklyn
What the fuck?
Expressing surprise or disbelief
You know, we ride, all day, all night / Pop Crist, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for life
Repeating the song's chorus about their lifestyle
This is for my chicks that get dough for takin' off they clothes
Dedicating a verse to female strippers who make money
All them money makin' honeys that slide down the poles
Continuing to praise female strippers and their skills
All my educated chicks who grade is 4.0 / All the baby mamas across the globe, ayo
Acknowledging smart women and single mothers around the world
I like my women friends feminine / I like my hoes on "X" like Eminem, shit
Describing his preferences for women and women's fashion
I like em bow-legged, never coke-headed / With a dough fetish, the drive to go get it
Detailing his specific physical preferences for women and their entrepreneurial spirit
I like they toes proper, I like they clothes Prada / I like they shoes Gucci, I like new coochie
Listing off more fashion preferences for women
I fucked a few groupies, in a few hoopties / I got em iceberg shit they thought I knew Snoopy
Boasting about his sexual encounters and his style (iceberg clothing), referencing the cartoon character Snoopy
I cop them Roc-a-Wear, my mamis dedicated / They never tell me no, the most they said is "not here"
Promoting his clothing brand Roc-a-Wear and commenting on how his women never say no to him
I got they ears studded, both wrists baguetted / I got a main chick, a mistress, and a young bitch
Describing his wealth and relationships with multiple women
Forget it I'm the don
Affirming his status as a boss
This is for my dice shooters, cats doin' life / By the time I get this kite to ya, I hope you doin' alright
Sending a message to his friends who are incarcerated or playing with dice games
Who got 'em platinum up? Who got the chicks in the truck? / Too much to sit comfortably, they lappin' up
Asking who has the most wealth and women, and describing how people are impressed by it
Who shit is big pimpin'? See the flow different / I drop heavy then I let the four-fifth flip 'em
Boasting about his unique style and how he dominates rap battles
I keep rappers talkin' to kids, Jigga "Sixth Sense-d" 'em / Don't mention my name and lames in the same sentence
Claiming to be influential in the rap community and warning people not to disrespect him
You see I'm so thorough, take on your whole borough / Be so careful I hear the whistle from the fo'-fo' barrel
Asserting his toughness and warning people that he's not to be messed with
Keep the flow Hovah, icy neck, cold shoulder / Who click is closest to La Costra Nostra?
Referring to himself by his nickname 'Hova' and asking who is closest to the Italian mafia
It's "The Roc"
Ending the song with a reference to his record label, Roc-a-Fella Records
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Taurus (T-Bone) Grey, Shawn Carter, Timothy Mosley
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind