Cock It Lyrics - Juve The Great - Juvenile

[Juvenile] 

Uh Huh, Uh Huh 

Mic check one, two 

it's Juvenile coming through 

Uh Uh c'mon, c'mon 

[Verse 1] 

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 XL out here in the streets or lyin in jail 

I'm quick tempored 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 e'm in there eyes say a pray before you die 

this ain't about me this about somethin that's spoke 

you know runnin with a nigga while you cuttin his throat 

oh them loose lip bitches get hung from a rope you know 

bagged up and throwed off the side of a boat, oh! 

[Chorus - repeat 2X] 

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 

[Verse 2] 

Keep on makin ya laws, I'm a keep breaking 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 hatreds 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 poked 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 (??) gonna happen to ya all time sake 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3] 

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 wieght, nice in the stash 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 

[Chorus] - till end