What's Up
Juvenile feat. UTP Lyrics
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Look... Uh..
Cash Money nigga, Juvenile nigga,
Put a limit to the bullshit and give me some space.
Nigga recognize a G in me when I'm in a place.
I get mad and delibrately spit in yo' face.
I ain't no pretty boy, nigga, I'm a felony case.
Is you listenin' to a nigga? Am I settin' it straight?
The next one of you nigga's that come at me sideways,
Will be entertained with four or five K's.
Prolly might get killed in four or five ways.
Prolly won't be found for four or five days.
You read it in the paper in bout four or five days.
You hid in the hood, about four or five flames.
Better not tell me shit when I'm upsetted.
Cause I'll catch a flashback and all ya'll get wetted.
Around the way they call me "Snap and Pop"
Cause I snap a clip up in the Mac and let it pop.
Baby (of Big Tymers): Look, nlaya.
If you pull that bitch, you better shoot that bitch.
Reppin' for them ho's will get your wig split quick.
You abusin' that shit? You prolly shootin' that shit.
I'm "Mr. Bling Bling", nigga, fuck that shit.
You can find me in my Rover gettin' head from a bitch.
You can catch me on a block, breakin' bread with the clique.
You can fine me on the lot, buyin' a matchin' six.
Lorenzo kit with buttons on that bitch.
I'll hit a pawn shop and buy gats for the clique.
Nigga, ask the Ruff Ryders if we real with it, slick.
I took em to the mansion that I laid out slick.
With them Hummers, Bentley, and Jag in this bitch.
I'm the number one, whodi, I don't talk no shit.
Look at all this ice and how I poppin' that shit.
Nigga, grease me up, I'll stick you up.
Nigga put your hands up before a fuck you up.
[CHORUS] (2x):
Lil' Wayne: (Ay, ay, ay)
Now whussup with that?
Cause you know us don't play,
We bust the gats...
And we got ice all over,
With dubs that match...
Then catch us on ya block late,
Dressed up in black...
Now whussup with that? (Look)..
Mannie Fresh (of Big Tymers): Like rough, rugged, raw.
Fuckin' on the interstate in a brand new car.
For my niggas, I'm rough, rugged, wild...
Strawberry Kool-Aid... Mixed with Cris-tow..
W-W-W dot Fresh dot COM..
You play with me lil' daddy, I guarantee ya that I'm...
Gon' put yo ass on the front and back of a white tee.
Double-X L, choke a neck, playboy, a V..
(You shouldn'ta played with me..)
Lil' Wayne: Look.. Nah..
I be creepin' in the back with the chrome plated.
Semi-auto Tec, let's get it on, baby..
Nah they had seen me in a C-L Mercedes.
With your wife in the car with your babies.
I be a hot fya boy and I'm gonna "Let 'Em Burn"
Straight from the 17th, point of no return.
And I squirm through traffic in a Porsche on factories.
Hennessy done tackled me, now I'm feelin' accurate.
Ice blingin' hard, suddenly the light captured it.
Don't try me, or ya mommy die from a freak accident.
Oh no! Couldn't stop but I got this one big ol' 4-4...
PrrrrrPOP! And I'ma chop.. this whole key into a lotta lumps.
Next time you see me, I'll have money like Donald Trump.
I'm off the heezy. It could be night, day, I'm still creepin.
In a light gray Lamborghini, it's Lil' Wheezy. What??
Ziggy (aka Ziggly Wiggly):
What's up with that?!? Pop a disc in MY mouth!
Run a vacuum cleaner over MY back!
Put some Armor-All on MY feet! Why I can't shine?!?
You need to put some bumpers on me.
Put some candy on my shoulder.
When I come through, make sho' I shine!!
[CHORUS] (4x)
(Turntable scratching to fade...)
The song "What's Up with That" by Juvenile featuring Big Tymers is a depiction of the street life and the issues that young people face in their day-to-day dealings in the neighborhood. The lyrics speak about the harsh realities of life in the streets, the struggle for survival, and the quest for fame and fortune. Juvenile starts his verse by demanding personal space and respect from his peers, reminding them that he is a convicted felon with a rough past. He warns that any confrontation with him will not end well for anyone, as he is not one to back down from a fight. The line "Probably might get killed in 4 or 5 ways, probably won't be found fo bout 4 or 5 days" hints at the violent nature of his lifestyle and the consequences that come with living in such a dangerous environment.
Baby's verse, on the other hand, talks about the luxurious lifestyle that he and his friends lead. He boasts about his wealth, his cars, and his jewelry, but warns anyone who tries to cross him that he is not afraid to use violence to protect his interests. The line "Nigga grease me up or I'll stick you up" shows how dangerous and ruthless he can be when provoked. Mannie Fresh's verse talks about his exploits in the area, engaging in criminal activities without fear of the law. Lil Wayne also joins in the rap, with his verse alluding to his criminal past and ongoing activities.
Overall, "What's Up with That" is a typical gangsta rap with lyrics that paint pictures of street life and the hardships that come with living in the ghetto. It shows how young people can get caught up in violent lifestyles and how this can have a detrimental effect on their lives and those around them.
Line by Line Meaning
Put a limit to tha bullshit and give me some space
Stop with the nonsense and back off
Nigga recognize tha G in me when I'm tha place
You better show me some respect when I'm around
I'll get mad and deliberately spit in yo face
I'll retaliate and make it personal
I ain't no pretty boy nigga I'm a felony case
Don't let my looks fool you, I'm a hardened criminal
My daddy was slangin iron back in '78
My father was selling guns in 1978
Is you listenin to it nigga I'm I settin you straight
Are you paying attention? I am correcting you
Tha next one of you niggas that come at me sideways
The next person that disrespects me will have problems
We'll be entertained wit 4 or 5 K's
You will have to face my guns, maybe several of them
Probably might get killed in 4 or 5 ways
You could die in different ways
Probably won't be found fo bout 4 or 5 days
It may take a while to find your body
Lil Wheezy in tha pen fo bout 4 or 5 days
Lil Wayne is in jail for a few days
Look he ain't in tha hood fo bout 4 or 5 days
Lil Wayne is not around for some days
Better not tell me shit when I'm upset
Don't try to talk to me when I'm angry
Cause I'll catch a flashback and all of why'all would get wet
Because I'll react impulsively and violently
Around tha way they call me Slap and Pop
They gave me this nickname because I can hit and shoot
Cause I'll slap a clip up in mac and let it pop
Because I can load and shoot a gun quickly and easily
Look nigga if you pull that bitch, you betta shoot that bitch
If you draw your gun, you better be ready to use it
Reppin fo them hoes that get their wigs split quick
I'm representing for women who fight back fiercely
If you abusin that shit, you probably shootin that shit
If you are using a gun for bad purposes, you might shoot someone
I'm Mr. Bling Bling nigga fuck that shit
I am all about flaunting my wealth and material possessions
You could find me in my Rover gettin head from a bitch
I can be found in my car getting oral sex
You could catch me on tha block breakin bread wit tha click
You can see me with my crew, sharing food and money
You could find me in tha lot buyin a matchin six
I might be at the car dealership buying a second, matching car
Lorenzo kit wit buttons on that bitch
My car has custom Lorenzo wheels with extra features
I hit a pawn shop and buy a gat for tha click
I bought a gun at a pawn shop for my crew
Nigga ask tha Ruff Ryders if you real wit it slick
Ask other gang members if you are really tough
I took them to tha mansion that's paid out slick
I showed them my luxurious house that I own outright
Wit them Hummers, Bentleys and Jags and this bitch
I have several luxury vehicles, including Hummers, Bentleys, and Jaguars
I'm tha numba one wodie I don't talk no shit
I'm the top dog and I don't mess around
Look at all this ice and how I'm poppin this shit
Check out all my jewelry and how I'm showing it off
Nigga grease me up or I'll stick you up
Give me money or I'll rob you
Nigga put yo hands up befo I fuck you up
Raise your hands to surrender or I'll hurt you
It's like ruff, rugged, raw
I'm a tough, wild, rebellious person
Fuckin on tha interstate in a brand new car
I'm having sex in a new car while driving
Fo my niggas I'm ruff, rugged, wild
I act like this for my friends
Strawberry cool-aid mixed wit Cristal
I like to mix a cheap drink with expensive champagne
W-W-W dot fresh dot com
Visit my website, fresh.com
You deal wit me Lil Daddy I guarantee
If you do business with me, I promise you
That am......gone put yo ass on front of a white T
I'll kill you and put your face on a white T-shirt
XXL choker neck playboy or V
I wear XXL T-shirts with jewelry around my neck like a playboy or V
Now I be creepin through tha back wit tha chrome plate in
I'm sneaking around with my gun
Simmy auto, Tec let's get on baby
I have two guns and I am ready to use them
Now have they seen me in a seat Mer-cades
They've seen me driving a Mercedes
Wit yo wife in a car wit yo babies
And I'm even taking your family for a ride
I'm a hot fire boy and I'm gonna let em burn
I'm intense and ready to cause trouble
Straight from tha 17th point of no return
I come from a bad and dangerous place
And I (?) in a Porshe on factories
I'm driving a Porsche fast next to factories
(?) sittin in back of me
My friend is sitting behind me in the car
Now I'm feelin accurate
I'm confident and focused
Ice blingin hard suddently tha light captured it
My jewelry is shining brightly and attracting attention
Don't try me or yo moms die from a freak accident
Don't mess with me or your mother will get hurt
OH NO! could it stop but I got this big ol' 4-4 (gun sound) pop
Oh no, something could happen, but I have a big gun and I will shoot
And I'm gonna chopped this whole ki into a lotta lumps
I'll cut this kilogram of drugs into many smaller pieces
Next time you see me I'll have money like Donald Trump
When you see me again, I'll be even richer than before
I'm off tha heezy it could be night, day i'm still creepin
I'm crazy and I don't care what time it is, I'm always up to no good
In a light grey Lamborghini it's Lil Wheezy
I'm driving a light gray Lamborghini, it's Lil Wayne
Now What's up wit dat
What's going on here?
Cause you know us don't play
You know we're serious
We bust tha gat
We use our guns
It got ice all over wit dubs to match
Our car has expensive jewelry and customized rims
You catch us on yo block late dressed up in black
You might see us in your neighborhood at night, wearing dark clothes
Now What's Up wit dat
What's happening now?
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