Текст песни Sets Go Up - Juvenile & Wacko
(One)
Never
gonna
stop
tryin′
to
get
it
(Two)
Never
turn
my
back
on
my
city
(Three)
Never
let
the
money
fuck
with
me
(Four)
I'ma
never
stop
hollerin′
at
the
bitches
And
the
sets
go
up
Hey
homie,
you
don't
wanna
get
familiar
with
us
Fuckin'
over
you
would
give
me
and
my
niggaz
a
rush
I′m
sick
of
all
you
and
the
fortune
and
supposed
to
be
thugs
Tellin′
stories
'bout
your
life
when
that
was
not
how
it
was
Yeah
a
nigga
did
some
shit
back
in
the
days
with
the
pack
Like
in
your
hood,
when
you
was
out
there
gettin′
paid
with
the
crack
You
get
the
fuck
when
you
hear
shots
and
it's
not
yo′
peep
But
if
a
ricochet
hit
you,
you
better
pop
yo'
heat
Yeah
you
know
I′m
from
the
'Nolia
but
you
do
not
know
me
Quit
eyeballin'
a
nigga
down
′fore
you
get
shot
homie
You
don′t
wanna
know
what
I've
been
thinkin′
up
You
better
go
'head
on
and
find
you
another
spot
to
chill
′Cause
I've
been
drinkin′
cuz
We
see
a
light
and
everything
ain't
great
It's
like
everybody
mind
is
in
the
same
old
state,
ya
know
I′ll
throw
a
nigga
fucked
up
with
his
revenues
I′ma
tell
you
four
fuckin'
things
I′ma
never
do
(One)
Never
gonna
stop
tryin'
to
get
it
(Two)
Never
turn
my
back
on
my
city
(Three)
Never
let
the
money
fuck
with
me
(Four)
I′ma
never
stop
hollerin'
at
the
bitches
And
the
sets
go
up
From
the
3 to
the
17,
ey
yo
we
doin′
it
big
If
you're
ghetto
you
know
who
Wacko
and
Juvenile
is
New
Orleans,
see
I'ma
rep
that,
′cause
these
my
peeps
You
could
pick
up
some
bad
habits
hangin′
in
these
streets
Have
you
talkin'
to
this
and
that
nigga
and
showin′
your
teeth
Walkin'
round
you
like
you
took
care
and
you
handled
your
beef
Pissed
off
′cause
your
hoe
wanna
come
talk
to
me
To
show
me
the
little
gift
that
she
done
bought
for
me
I
take
it
back
to
when
the
big
timers
was
pushin'
the
size
When
niggaz
wore
Dickies
suits
like
it
was
regular
jobs
We
cop
Adidas,
ghost
town
and
Anita′s
used
to
be
packed
And
rumors
started
poppin'
and
it
started
to
crack
We
used
to
drink
Crazy
Horse
and
shoot
dice
in
the
back
We
had
four
rules
in
life
and
I
can
promise
you
that
(One)
Never
gonna
stop
tryin'
to
get
it
(Two)
Never
turn
my
back
on
my
city
(Three)
Never
let
the
money
fuck
with
me
(Four)
I′ma
never
stop
hollerin′
at
the
bitches
And
the
sets
go
up
Now
why
you
muggin'
a
nigga?
Let
that
bitch
go
Let
her
bounce
with
a
gangsta
out
six
coat
Let
her
wil′
out
and
flick
it
off
a
disco
Let
me
gas
up,
dick
her
down
and
get
ghost
Ain't
trickin′
for
the
vagina,
I
like
to
get
throat
Yo'
stupid
ass
tryin′
to
stay
in
here
and
lick
toes
Good
girls
love
G's,
that's
how
the
shit
go
That′s
why
niggaz
need
to
tighten
up
and
get
low
I
know
you
heard
of
*clap-clap*,
I′m
gettin'
doe
Let
me
check
my
palm
pilot,
I′m
gettin'
hoes
Let
me
check
my
squad′
wallets,
we
gettin'
close
My
squad
up
in
the
crowd
wilin′,
they
spittin'
more
Drive
by
in
the
'5-5,
forget
a
′4
Five,
five
and
another
five,
we
get
a
show
Fifteen
and
another
five,
you′ll
get
some
blow
You
hustlin'
your
block,
pop
and
you
get
some
more
(One)
Never
gonna
stop
tryin′
to
get
it
(Two)
Never
turn
my
back
on
my
city
(Three)
Never
let
the
money
fuck
with
me
(Four)
I'ma
never
stop
hollerin′
at
these
bitches
And
the
sets
go
up
1 Intro
2 Get Ya Hustle On
3 Around the Way
4 Sets Go Up
5 Rodeo
6 What's Happenin'
7 Loose Booty
8 Break a Brick Down
9 Who's Ya Daddy
10 Animal
11 Holla Back
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