Juggaknots - Jivetalk Lyrics
Blasi blah blah blasi blah blah blasi blah [X6][Hook]J to the I to the V to the E to theT to the A to the L to the K (with "blase blah's" in background)[X4]So what you sayin, kid, you but youSprayin niggas means saliva messy slobberin(I know you got soul!)From my TimmiesWhen you test me clobberin these niggas easySee I hunger for ya talkin shit, you please me when you say ya shit is butterPoor excuse for the use of noiseSlaughterin there'll be no truceYa boys'd break ya jaw if they ya peoplesTo stop ya yap from playin Doc KevorkianI'll lock ya talk see then commence the mercy killin cause ya mental's deadYa verse be still intensely showin you gots love for the gameMaybe if you playin tennis cause you mista menaceWicked, crazy hardTo listen to without my finger flyin to the fast forward buttonCause ya feeble ass flowin nothin newNothin new and cuttin through we be the JuggaknotsIf you know the deal then you gots to keep it real... far awaySecluded from my vision on the hushAnd any effort towards rebuttal leads to crushin feeble niggas with the jivetalk[Hook X4]Ayo I heard you comin outThe closet deposit ya masculinityYa guts, the hair on ya chest, ya scrawny nutsNigga run ya manhoodI takes ya average dropping bombs jokerTill the family jewels will be locked in ya mom's chokerLeavin niggas jelled but I never thought the KYAnd when you say, "I gots ya back," you tryin to hit the hayI never knew the static could be so traumatic so I cut em slackAnd everybody singin "Who's the Mack" and "Tryin to be a Player"Bridge yaself and rascalGetting crazy assWhip ins I gets hostile when a brotha know he flyBut to me reminiscent of Jeff Goldblum, fallin apartBreakin as the Brewin's in ya soul, dooms are givenAnd driven by the stressThoughts are deepThroatin my quotin but the Juggaknots'll never fail to peepYa style's corny just a horny slobTalkin bout you gettin laid offAnd then you best to get a *****in job but not the jivetalk[Hook X4]Well then there're times I can't front ya style's milkCurdlin close to cottage cheeseWith ya verbal and ya boast of knowledgePlease, kid, I know ya style's defCause you couldn't possibly be hearin loud and clear and mean the shit you sayinQuit ya playin cause ya thought is nothingOnly around the edges you be roughAnd in comparison I'm only catchin L's when I puff emFrom the strictly raw (Jog into hooker style)Ya joints hot (And I'm bettin your condition took a while after clinic visits)During which the master cynic blizzardsAs a rain storm and flushin out those *****ier than Jordan, for the swing and miss0 for 4, no rapport, bringin pissed feelings to the enemySo nigga buy serenity(My style's dope)FiendishParanoid, can't cope, squeamishKnowin that the Juggaknots stalkin, jivetalkinIf y'all still ain't understandin me, let's get on downIn ya case, on ya hand and knee, defeated[Hook X5, end with "blase blah's"]
