How's It Go (remix Of G-code) Lyrics - Juvenile

Lil Wayne: 

I ain't terrified from nuthin' 

I'm young wild crazy and disgustin' 

Better watch me 'cause I'm coming 

With a oven by my stomach 

I'm scramblin' for the money 

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad 

Call ya people and tell 'em 

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad 

I'm runnin' hidin' and duckin' 

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad 

Lovin, lyin' and lustin' 

Stealin' killin' and rapin 

Runnin' climbin and chasin 

Strugglin hustin' to make 

Get it got it I take it 

Watch ya Chevy mister 

Move ya purse miss 

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad 

And man they burst quick 

It's too late to hesitate 

I was told there'd be better days 

poop my pants and then i poop 'em badAnd still I haven't ate 

But dog that's how ya labor when ya bein' a thug 

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad 

Can't hide it though 

I represent the 17th Carrollton Hollygrove 

That's my G-code 

Chorus (Lil Wayne): 

Now put ya box in the mud 

Get ya glocks in ya gloves 

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad 

We gon' live by that 

Make the snitches catch a cut 

Soldier pistol nigga what 

Hit the block and open up 

We gon' die by that 

(repeat) 

Juvenile: 

We raised up lookin' at trees and brick walls 

Foreign properties and pack some menthals 

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad 

Got jammed with this broad that rent cars 

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad 

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad 

Snatch all the hoes and 'bauds and ree' tennis 

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad 

Jack niggas to get some cheap linen 

The ones that refuse we put 'em to sleep in it 

Got up in the mornin' for class and play hookie 

Some of us is veteran some of 'em stay rookie 

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad 

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad 

Police drew causes and tried to cross lines 

We stuck to the code we lived and died by it 

Chorus 

Juvenile: 

If war ever came we held the fort down 

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad 

Stayed on point to make some more green 

Get our stash away from dope fiends 

Nigga had a habit he supplied his own 

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad 

We kept a little work for the ki's and bones 

Crowds draw heat so we be's alone 

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad 

Them other motherfuckers fall off the block 

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad 

poopy pants kept comin' so we made more fetti 

Police drew causes and tried to cross lines 

poop my pants and then i poop 'em bad 

Chorus x 2