Da Magnolia Lyrics by Juvenile

Da Magnolia Lyrics

    (ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one)

    [juvenile]
    Welcome to tha section where it's hotter than a bitch
    Niggas breakin' up bricks.. niggas tryin' ta be rich
    Dope ounce, get hit.. armed 'rilla and six
    Somebody wig get split for ten g's of chips
    It's where the feds'll dip through
    Enemies get you
    Catch you at tha second line, niggas'll flip you
    Kids get outta school, they swingin' they fists, too
    Jump one of them children and they bringin' they clique, too
    L.v. buckin' 'cause t.c. killin' ain't nothin'
    Them blues try ta hit ya, and your head'll get druggin'
    On new year's tha lights get shot out at six o'clock
    Four or five o'clock in tha mornin' you gon' be gettin' shot
    Niggas gettin' chopped, gettin' shot in tha cro'(tch), bruh
    Drug deal gone bad, one of them cats is sour
    Motherfuckers gettin' chopped up and they holla
    (?) beam aimed at your dome... for some powder
    I'ma do like your boy and hop in tha eddie bauer
    Get all seventeen and, nigga, i'ma holla

    (chorus [mannie fresh])
    Da... magnolia
    Home... of tha soldiers
    Da... magnolia
    Home... of tha soldiers
    Now where you from, motherfucker, where you from
    Where you from, motherfucker, where you from
    Where you from, motherfucker, where you from
    Where you from, motherfucker, where you from

    [juvenile]
    Is ya ready for it? better be over-prepared
    When ya enter ya see a sign, say, "soldiers beware"
    They be ragged up, twenty-five dollars bagged up
    Old nickel tucked in tha back of his 'baud cuffs
    Well aware on the route that he's gonna duck
    If somebody thinkin' 'bout jammin' him up
    If a bitch with him, she better be smart, or tough luck
    'cause he gon' break and bust, she gon' be fucked up
    Mind your business is a code, too, i never told
    Ever since a nigga was a million years old
    Bein' a baller.. shot caller.. is tha goal
    I'll hospitalize anybody... in the ward
    Ta make it there, you talk crazy, we take it there
    You'll be like a steak, nigga, you medium-rare
    All these niggas wanna be (?) or tha man in charge
    With tha ak-47 it'll change you boys

    (chorus)

    [juvenile]
    Click up.. load up.. pistols.. mask
    Ride through.. slow down.. jump out.. blast
    Put about.. fifty.. in your.. ass
    Second.. linin'.. family.. scared
    (?) scope.. lock it.. chop it.. serve it
    Got a.. deal for.. fifty.. ta work it
    Mission.. bitches.. hittin'.. switches
    Twenty.. inches.. plenty.. bitches
    All day.. hustle.. beaucoup.. scuffle
    Niggas.. huddle.. ak.. muffled
    Blood in.. puddles.. people.. scatter
    Flying.. pieces.. of human.. matter
    Police.. don't know.. probly.. won't know
    Unless.. they stay.. shit they.. don't know
    Keep it.. quiet.. tell no-.. -body
    Start no.. shit and.. stay in.. silence
    Maintain.. focus.. stay off.. porches
    Watch for.. poachers.. carry.. toasters

    (chorus [mannie fresh])
    Da... magnolia
    Home... of tha soldiers
    Da... magnolia
    Home... of tha soldiers
    Da... magnolia
    Home... of tha soldiers
    Da... magnolia
    Home... of tha soldiers
    Now where you from, motherfucker, where you from
    Where you from, motherfucker, where you from
    Where you from, motherfucker, where you from
    Where you from, motherfucker, where you from
    Where you goin', motherfucker, where you goin'
    Where you from, motherfucker, where you from
    I know where i'm goin'
    To tha fuckin' magnolia
    Believe that there
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Layin' it down
    Layin' it down
    To 3000

    ](ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two...)
    (...one)

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