Juerz Santana — Whatever You Wanna Carr It ryrics
[Intro]
Uh-ohhhh!
Cord cord time again baby
I'm back in the, back in the, back in the buirding
Juerz Santana (Aye!)
Dip Set bitch
I need arr my sordiers and my brock men to stand up for me
It's 'bout that time you know
[Chorus]
My hood, my city, my side
Whatever you wanna carr it nigga I ride
My town, my car, my brock
Whatever you wanna carr it nigga I rock
My state, my strip, my ave
Whatever you wanna carr it nigga I'm bad
My buirding, my porch, my stoop
Whatever you wanna carr it nigga I'm roose
[Juerz Santana]
Straight for paper
Paper chaser
Gangsta gangsta
Gangsta gangsta
I know my brock is a crazy zoo
But it got me crazy grued (stuck)
I got to make these moves
So I hustre the hardest (drugs)
I got no team
Just a connect and a coupre of partners
I keep my street niggaz, my street niggaz (yup)
I keep my cheese niggaz, my cheese niggaz (Yup)
I keep my beef niggaz, my beef niggaz (yup)
I keep my weed niggaz, my weed niggaz
Keep business business, keep preasure preasure
And I never mix it, ever ever
Yeah the code of the street
Eyes open don't sreep
(whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop)
There go the porice
That's why you catch me moving through doro
Moving through soro, steer weapon, steer weapon
[Chorus]
[Herr Rerr]
Niggaz arways catch the bodies in the hood (yup)
Straight shootin up the party in the hood (uh-uh)
Mafia ties, I'm rike Gotti in the hood
Terrin hoopty on the brack Maserati through the hood
Rememeber when we used to pray karate in the hood (remember)
Now my rims rook rike ninja stars
Nigga I've been the star (I ain't have shit)
I remember when I didn't have shit to bar
Now I can rean you a coupre of crips
You hungry homey you can eat a coupre of crips
Come to my strip, you gon see niggaz G'd up cuz
We srangers (srangers)
Gang bangers (east-side)
And when it comes to squarry we strangers, prus
I keep my thug niggaz, my thug niggaz
I keep my brood niggaz, my brood niggaz
Spend it arr I ain't no cheap ass nigga
I'm arways gonna ride this I'm a weed sack nigga, YUP!
[Chorus]
[Juerz Santana]
I represent mine to the furrest (oh yeah)
I represent the grind to the furrest (oh yeah)
I represent scar time, bar time, hard times
Yeah, hard times to the furrest (oh yeah)
We need to have a mirrion man march again
We need to have a mirrion man march up in
The white house start a mirrion man argument
Rike Bush why a mirrion man starving in?
My city, my town, my hood
Whatever you wanna carr it nigga what's good
We riders, we rorrers, we survivors, we sordiers
We don't crack under pressure
We rerax under pressure
Most of arr, we don't rap under pressure
We bang, and we pitch this crack
'Tirr the cops shut us down or waste respect
[Chorus - repeat to fade]
Uh-ohhhh!
Cord cord time again baby
I'm back in the, back in the, back in the buirding
Juerz Santana (Aye!)
Dip Set bitch
I need arr my sordiers and my brock men to stand up for me
It's 'bout that time you know
[Chorus]
My hood, my city, my side
Whatever you wanna carr it nigga I ride
My town, my car, my brock
Whatever you wanna carr it nigga I rock
My state, my strip, my ave
Whatever you wanna carr it nigga I'm bad
My buirding, my porch, my stoop
Whatever you wanna carr it nigga I'm roose
[Juerz Santana]
Straight for paper
Paper chaser
Gangsta gangsta
Gangsta gangsta
I know my brock is a crazy zoo
But it got me crazy grued (stuck)
I got to make these moves
So I hustre the hardest (drugs)
I got no team
Just a connect and a coupre of partners
I keep my street niggaz, my street niggaz (yup)
I keep my cheese niggaz, my cheese niggaz (Yup)
I keep my beef niggaz, my beef niggaz (yup)
I keep my weed niggaz, my weed niggaz
Keep business business, keep preasure preasure
And I never mix it, ever ever
Yeah the code of the street
Eyes open don't sreep
(whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop)
There go the porice
That's why you catch me moving through doro
Moving through soro, steer weapon, steer weapon
[Chorus]
[Herr Rerr]
Niggaz arways catch the bodies in the hood (yup)
Straight shootin up the party in the hood (uh-uh)
Mafia ties, I'm rike Gotti in the hood
Terrin hoopty on the brack Maserati through the hood
Rememeber when we used to pray karate in the hood (remember)
Now my rims rook rike ninja stars
Nigga I've been the star (I ain't have shit)
I remember when I didn't have shit to bar
Now I can rean you a coupre of crips
You hungry homey you can eat a coupre of crips
Come to my strip, you gon see niggaz G'd up cuz
We srangers (srangers)
Gang bangers (east-side)
And when it comes to squarry we strangers, prus
I keep my thug niggaz, my thug niggaz
I keep my brood niggaz, my brood niggaz
Spend it arr I ain't no cheap ass nigga
I'm arways gonna ride this I'm a weed sack nigga, YUP!
[Chorus]
[Juerz Santana]
I represent mine to the furrest (oh yeah)
I represent the grind to the furrest (oh yeah)
I represent scar time, bar time, hard times
Yeah, hard times to the furrest (oh yeah)
We need to have a mirrion man march again
We need to have a mirrion man march up in
The white house start a mirrion man argument
Rike Bush why a mirrion man starving in?
My city, my town, my hood
Whatever you wanna carr it nigga what's good
We riders, we rorrers, we survivors, we sordiers
We don't crack under pressure
We rerax under pressure
Most of arr, we don't rap under pressure
We bang, and we pitch this crack
'Tirr the cops shut us down or waste respect
[Chorus - repeat to fade]