Lyrics Cock It - JUVENILE
Uh
huh,
uh
huh
Mic
check,
one,
two
It's
Juvenile
comin'
through
Uh
uh,
c'mon,
c'mon
Who
the
man?
If
I
ain't
it,
nigga
can't
claim
it
I
can
take
a
small
name
and
make
it
famous
I
reason
with
no
one
homie,
I
got
fa
sho
cliental
I'm
a
X
L
out
here
in
the
streets
or
lyin'
in
jail
I'm
quick
tempered,
please
limit
ya
words
I
will
send
you
in
a
hurry
down
south
with
the
splurge
It's
kind
of
hard
to
understand
me
'cause
I
speak
with
a
slur
But
my
guns
speak
a
language
all
the
people
done
heard
Streets
sense
gon'
keep
me
in
it
for
a
minute
You
fuckin'
with
a
General,
salute
me
Lieutenant
I'm
not
too
particular
with
lies
I
look
'em
in
their
eyes,
say
a
pray
before
you
die
This
ain't
about
me,
this
is
'bout
somethin'
that's
spoke
You
know
runnin'
with
a
nigga
while
you
cuttin'
his
throat
Oh
you
loose
lip
bitches
get
hung
from
a
rope,
you
know
Bagged
up
and
throwed
off
the
side
of
a
boat,
oh!
Cock
it,
take
berrata
then
pop
it
Give
me
that,
out
ya
pocket
'cause
the
best
can't
stop
it
East
coast
whassup?
Down
south
whassup?
West
coast
whassup?
Mid
West
whassup?
Cock
it,
take
berrata
then
pop
it
Give
me
that
out
ya
pocket
'cause
the
best
can't
stop
it
East
coast
whassup?
Down
south
whassup?
West
coast
whassup?
Mid
West
whassup?
Keep
on
makin'
ya
laws,
I'm
a
keep
breakin'
them
I
can
move
a
package
in
any
city
I'm
stationed
in
If
ya
son
touchin'
my
shit,
you
better
pray
for
him
Bust
his
head
and
catch
me
a
flight
to
where
the
hatred's
been
I
ain't
the
only
solider
they
got
a
lot
of
these
All
of
these
children
make
me
know
who
dropped
a
lot
of
seeds
I
smoke
till
my
eyes
shut,
stay
strapped
So
if
you
think
about
sneakin',
you
better
wise
up
Hit
you
with
the
traqualizer,
let
it
fill
ya
head
Paralyze
you,
have
ya
screamin',
"I
can't
feel
my
legs"
Regardless
of
what
a
nigga
or
a
bitch
done
said
The
shell
around
ya
get
puked
like
eggs
I'm
from
the
M
A
G
N
O
L
I
A
My
bitches
gonna
listen
to
what
the
hell
I
say
You
niggas
gonna
respect
it
or
get
out
my
way
Or
the
Coroner's
gonna
happen
to
ya
all
time
sake
Cock
it,
take
berrata
then
pop
it
Give
me
that
out
ya
pocket
'cause
the
best
can't
stop
it
East
coast
whassup?
Down
south
whassup?
West
coast
whassup?
Mid
West
whassup?
Cock
it,
take
berrata
then
pop
it
Give
me
that
out
ya
pocket
'cause
the
best
can't
stop
it
East
coast
whassup?
Down
south
whassup?
West
coast
whassup?
Mid
West
whassup?
You
old
niggas
on
ya
last
limb
Move
over,
let
some
niggas
who
really
want
it
come
cash
in
Suppose
to
get
killed
for
cock
blockin'
in
cells
Solider
bet
you
can't
get
no
chronic
up
in
hell
Fresh
off
the
porch
where
the
stash
spot
I'm
hungry
tryna
get
the
same
respect
that
my
dad
got
Got
the
chopper,
cut
the
weight,
nice
in
the
trash
box
Nigga
be
on
paper,
so
himmed
up
from
the
bad
cops
How
the
hoes
be
actin',
hopin'
for
child
support
I
need
to
snatch
me
a
coat
and
endorse
it
with
dope
I
ain't
even
gotta
speak
on
it
I
put
my
G
on
it
Niggas
gon'
let
us
get
that
whenever
we
want
it
Beef
is
beef
whenever
the
shit
occurs
If
it's
real,
it's
gon'
resolve
into
metal
for
sure
But
hit
the
right
one,
he
ain't
respectin'
my
bad
My
only
satisfaction
will
be
poppin'
your
ass
Cock
it,
take
berrata
then
pop
it
Give
me
that
out
ya
pocket
'cause
the
best
can't
stop
it
East
coast
whassup?
Down
south
whassup?
West
coast
whassup?
Mid
West
whassup?
Cock
it,
take
berrata
then
pop
it
Give
me
that
out
ya
pocket
'cause
the
best
can't
stop
it
East
coast
whassup?
Down
south
whassup?
West
coast
whassup?
Mid
West
whassup?
1 Intro
2 Enemy Turf
3 Outside (Skit)
4 Bounce Back
5 Lil' Daddy
6 Cock It
7 Club (Skit)
8 Head in Advance
9 For Everybody
10 At the Door (Skit)
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