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bodega heights - juggin lyrics

[hook]
diggas wanna know, how i’m juggin
got the six rolling on the flo, how i’m juggin
got these diggas tippin on they toes, how we juggin
got d-mn brought to ya door, now we juggin
ain’t f-ckin round with no hoe unless she juggin
bend it over poke it out, ain’t no f-ckin judgin
girl on girl even if they second cousins
social commentary dirty game of the dozens
fun and games ‘til we juggin

[bridge]
jug, jug, juggin
jug, jug, jug, juggin
jug, jug, jug, juggin

[verse 1]
okay, okay, bout to take it back, back to ‘84
back when all the b-boys was breakin on the dance flo
back when all the d-boys was pushin that new solid blow
back when all the g-boys was tippin on ‘em four fours
tippin in the six-four c-cking back the four-four
lil homie what you in for? poppin at the po-po
shawty that’s a no-go, end of f-ckin convo
let’s take this f-ckin four-four and run up on the texaco
aye hootie-hoo, 84 meet the 16
now you talking 100 these n-ggas on that pre-teen
that young k!lla dumb sh-t, guns with no experience
and gangs with no inheritance to run up in your residence
with blakka-blakka ignorance, g-ngb-nging the campaign
black-on-black murda, boy you know this sh-t a d-mn shame
bambaataa with the track, tryna sit these n-ggas back
turn the violence into rap, drop the beat and bring it back

[hook]
young digga wanna know, how i’m juggin
got the six rolling on the flo, how i’m juggin
got these diggas tippin on they toes, how we juggin
got d-mn brought to ya door, now we juggin
ain’t f-ckin round with no hoe unless she juggin
bend it over poke it out, ain’t no f-ckin judgin
girl on girl even if they second cousins
social commentary dirty game of the dozens
fun and games ‘til we juggin

[interlude]
you got a gun up on you waist
don’t shoot up the place
no fighting, no shooting
we shocking and clocking
let’s party people
ladies we see you
bodega heights see you
let’s get it

[verse 2]
ladies wanna know if i’m cuffin
eeny, meeny, miny moe, is how i’m bluffin
‘til i give homie the go, miss m-ffet
make my way to the flo, time to cuff it
lil mama pop lock dropping on the dance flo
imma need ya shake it fast until ya gotta dance slow
addicted to the way ya pop baby like a soda feign
lean gotcha lit now make ya do the shoulder lean
imma hit the dougie on these diggas like i’m doug e fresh
say yo last couldn’t dance well, well ya know he trash
practiced with ya girlfriend like to see ya’ll re-enact
getting freaky, freaky, yeah, yeah but yo v intact
separate and reattach me up in the middle yeah
jugga-jugga choo-choo digga watch us coming through
you know what these sluggas do, you know what these thuggas do
hit the jug once that’s the only thing he learned that’s new, d-mn

[outro]
jug, jug, juggin
jug, jug, jug, juggin
jug, jug, jug, juggin

- bodega heights lyrics

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