What's Up
juvenile and the utp playas Lyrics

Look... Uh..
I'm about to start rapping, pay attention.

Cash Money nigga, Juvenile nigga,
I represent Cash Money Records and my own name, Juvenile.

Put a limit to the bullshit and give me some space.
Stop with all the nonsense and step back. I need some breathing room.

Nigga recognize a G in me when I'm in a place.
People know I'm a gangsta when they see me in person.

I get mad and delibrately spit in yo' face.
If I'm provoked, I might spit in someone's face.

I ain't no pretty boy, nigga, I'm a felony case.
I'm not here to look pretty, I'm a convicted felon.

My daddy was slangin' iron back in seventy eight.
My father was selling guns in 1978.

Is you listenin' to a nigga? Am I settin' it straight?
Are you paying attention to me? Am I making myself clear?

The next one of you nigga's that come at me sideways,
If someone confronts me disrespectfully, things will get serious.

Will be entertained with four or five K's.
They might be shot with 4 or 5 guns.

Prolly might get killed in four or five ways.
They might die in multiple ways.

Prolly won't be found for four or five days.
Their body might not be found for 4 or 5 days.

You read it in the paper in bout four or five days.
Their death will be reported in the newspaper in about 4 or 5 days.

You hid in the hood, about four or five flames.
If you're hiding in my neighborhood, you're putting your life at risk.

Better not tell me shit when I'm upsetted.
Don't try to tell me anything when I'm angry.

Cause I'll catch a flashback and all ya'll get wetted.
If I have a flashback to a violent past experience, you'll all be in trouble.

Around the way they call me 'Snap and Pop',
In my neighborhood, they call me 'Snap and Pop'.

Cause I snap a clip up in the Mac and let it pop.
I load my gun and take violent actions with it.

If you pull that bitch, you better shoot that bitch.
If you take out your gun, you better be prepared to use it.

Reppin' for them ho's will get your wig split quick.
If you're representing prostitutes, things will get violent fast.

You abusin' that shit? You prolly shootin' that shit.
Are you using drugs recklessly? You might end up shooting them too.

I'm 'Mr. Bling Bling', nigga, fuck that shit.
I'm known for my flashy jewelry, but I don't really care about it.

You can find me in my Rover gettin' head from a bitch.
You might see me in my car receiving sexual favors from a woman.

You can catch me on a block, breakin' bread with the clique.
You might see me hanging out with my crew on a street corner.

You can fine me on the lot, buyin' a matchin' six.
I might be on a car lot buying a matching vehicle to the one I already have.

Lorenzo kit with buttons on that bitch.
I have a fancy body kit on my car with buttons to control it.

I'll hit a pawn shop and buy gats for the clique.
I'll go to a pawn shop and buy guns for my crew.

Nigga, ask the Ruff Ryders if we real with it, slick.
Ask the Ruff Ryders, they'll tell you we're really about that gangsta life.

I took em to the mansion that I laid out slick.
I showed them the mansion that I designed myself.

With them Hummers, Bentley, and Jag in this bitch.
I had my Hummers, Bentley, and Jaguar parked outside.

I'm the number one, whodi, I don't talk no shit.
I'm the top dog, I don't need to brag or boast.

Look at all this ice and how I poppin' that shit.
Look at how much jewelry I have and how it shines.

Nigga, grease me up, I'll stick you up.
If you make me angry, I'll rob you.

Nigga put your hands up before a fuck you up.
Put your hands in the air before I hurt you.

Now whussup with that? Cause you know us don't play,
What's the problem? You know we're not afraid to take action.

We bust the gats... And we got ice all over,
We shoot our guns and we have lots of jewelry.

With dubs that match... Then catch us on ya block late,
Our rims match our car and you'll see us on your street late at night.

Dressed up in black... Now whussup with that? (Look)..
We wear black clothing. What's the problem with that? (Look)

Like rough, rugged, raw.
I'm tough, rugged, and unpolished.

Fuckin' on the interstate in a brand new car.
I'm having sex while driving on the highway in a new car.

For my niggas, I'm rough, rugged, wild...
I behave recklessly for the benefit of my friends.

Strawberry Kool-Aid... Mixed with Cris-tow..
I'm drinking a mixture of Strawberry Kool-Aid and Cristal champagne.

W-W-W dot Fresh dot COM..
My website is w-w-w dot Fresh dot COM.

You play with me lil' daddy, I guarantee ya that I'm...
If you mess with me, I promise that I'll...

Gon' put yo ass on the front and back of a white tee.
I'll kill you and put your image on a t-shirt with your face on the front and back.

Double-X L, choke a neck, playboy, a V..
I wear a size extra-extra large, necklaces, and drive a luxury car.

Look.. Nah..
Listen up, now.

I be creepin' in the back with the chrome plated.
I'm sneaking around with a shiny gun.

Semi-auto Tec, let's get it on, baby..
I have a semi-automatic TEC gun, let's use it.

Nah they had seen me in a C-L Mercedes.
People saw me driving a Mercedes Benz CL-Class.

With your wife in the car with your babies.
I had someone's wife and kids in the car with me.

I be a hot fya boy and I'm gonna 'Let 'Em Burn'
I'm a fiery and dangerous guy who doesn't back down from conflict.

Straight from the 17th, point of no return.
I'm from the 17th Ward of New Orleans, and once I take an action, there's no going back.

And I squirm through traffic in a Porsche on factories.
I weave through traffic in a Porsche that's still being assembled.

Hennessy done tackled me, now I'm feelin' accurate.
I drank Hennessy and now I feel confident or accurate.

Ice blingin' hard, suddenly the light captured it.
My jewelry is shining so brightly that it catches the light automatically.

Don't try me, or ya mommy die from a freak accident.
Don't mess with me or something bad might happen to your mother unexpectedly.

Oh no! Couldn't stop but I got this one big ol' 4-4...
Uh-oh, I couldn't resist grabbing this big .44 caliber gun...

PrrrrrPOP! And I'ma chop.. this whole key into a lotta lumps.
I shoot the gun and I'll chop up this illegal drug into smaller pieces.

Next time you see me, I'll have money like Donald Trump.
The next time you see me, I'll be insanely rich like the US president, Donald Trump.

I'm off the heezy. It could be night, day, I'm still creepin.
I'm high on drugs. It doesn't matter if it's night or day, I'm still sneaking around.

In a light gray Lamborghini, it's Lil' Wheezy. What??
I'm driving a light gray Lamborghini and I'm Lil' Wayne. What's up?

What's up with that?!? Pop a disc in MY mouth!
What's going on? Put some gold in my mouth and make me look like a gangsta!

Run a vacuum cleaner over MY back!
Clean me up and make me look good.

Put some Armor-All on MY feet! Why I can't shine?!?
Polish my shoes so that I can show off, why can't I look good?

You need to put some bumpers on me.
Make me look like a car that's tough and durable.

Put some candy on my shoulder.
Put some nice jewelry on my shoulder.

When I come through, make sho' I shine!!
When I show up, make sure I'm shining with fancy clothes and jewelry.