Juvenile - Be Gone lyrics

(feat. Big Tymers) [Chorus ­ 3x] (Sung) Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone Why don't cha get the hell on out the do' [Mannie Fresh] He told me number three was cheap Wit a chick, wit a stick, yeah them girls be freakin' Checkin' in motels every other weekend Say brah ­ I can't picture lil' one eatin' Boy you ain't know ­ fo' sho' she creepin' While she been tellin' me dog, she goin' to meetings Meeting Kitty wit her mouth That's what yo' chick 'bout Man, pa** me my asthma pump, put lil' one out Sometimes I be likin' ­ when seenin' chicks dykin' Pissin' on each other, mud wrestling, and fightin' Hair everywhere, sratchin' and bitin' Pa** me my asthma pump again man, this sh** exciting I be like, "let's get jumped" like a game of checkers And I done cheat more chicks, than Nelly sold records E.I, C.I, turn a chick out Then give it to another chick and leave it up in her mouth [Chorus ­ 2x] (Sung) Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone Why don't cha get the hell on out the do' [Baby] There's a story about a b**h named Sally A hot girl, lived in that rat-hoe alley She stayed sharp, stayed rockin' Balance And a fat p**y, laid down in the Cadi' Back of the seat or back of the Palace I'm a Hot Boy ­ it really don't matter My brother K.C plays them tellers That'll jump off, hit a stepper, whatever Michael Kipper, James Peter got a big better Dick gotta a b**h in Miami ­ a dick-sweater Like Delores from A.T.L, "The Freak of the Week" She did me, Slim, Joe, and Tiki I don't care, b**h just ride Shake yo' p**y, and shake yo' thigh Get yo' hat, get yo' coat, it's time to ride Baby girl lookin' at me like she surprise [Chorus ­ 2x] (Sung) Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone Why don't cha get the hell on out the do' [Mannie Fresh] Let me tell you about another one of my lovers I caught the ignorant chick pokin' holes in rubbers Talkin' 'bout she late, sorry no wait Girl you f**ed me, Mike Tyson, and O.J [Baby] These hoes be pullin' they raw tactics Baby makin' and jaw-jackin' Mami s** dick like a lowrider Ooh-wee, don't stop her [Mannie Fresh] Thinkin' that I'ma claim that baby Girl you coo-coo, stupid, dumb, and crazy His eyes green, and his hair wavy Thought you had me huh?, got me, playin' me [Baby] She movin' like a n***a hittin' switches But I bet I'd hit that old sh**ty She a popper, H.G non-stopper She from Uptown, baby girl don't knock her [Chorus ­ till end] (Sung) Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone Why don't cha get the hell on out the do' [Mannie Fresh ­ over chorus] (Talking) Nah shawty, don't cry now Get them old a** iron skates you left up under the bed And them old a** pro cases that you had, and all them beta tapes And get your old a** beeper You know that beeper that look like a garage opener The one that you had, get that sh** up out my drawer and get on out of here Yeah you got to leave, got to go Get that rat coat, that old a** coat that you said was a mink sh** ain't nothin' but a big a** nutria rat Oh yeah, and get your cell phone That big a** cell phone wit the car battery hooked up to it The one that be causin' Cancer, you know that big a** football you wear on your face, hurtin' and sh** Get your old a** cell phone And get them Chic Jeans, that Jamaica Joe shirt, and them Hearochees that yo' a** was wearing when you came here And them big fake a** "Salt-N-Peppa" earrings You know them earrings Salt-N-Peppa had in the 80's You better get them b**hes up outta here too And get them footy socks, the ones wit the balls in the back That's yours too, you need to get that, get on outta here You know what i'm sayin', I use to love you, I don't love you no more Don't like you no more, none of that, you know what I'm sayin' And get your Cutla** keys Get your old a** Cutla**, the one that we parked off the block You know what I'm sayin', 'cause I didn't want it in my driveway 'cause it was leakin' oil Get your old a** Cutla** key's and get in your Cutla** and ride out Yeah, you hood roach, you ain't even a rat, you a roach Yeah!