Yeah yeah, yes Junction, yes yes Elope ski slopes *coughs* ahh damn.. yeah, this out
elope wit ski slopes and fall like avalanches Tootin like it's bein a fool, and I can't just Sit around and watch those nose membranes My ends is loose and you can't that rain it starts to fall
Lookin like Ms. Pac-Man, and Vogues and cat-man I'm speakin about these pros you know nothing bout that man The nigga the is high and fly like ValuJet You thinkin about the beatin, this my ends is never met,
Black man, white man, Jew man no joke Remember me and my used to sit up on the porch And talk about when we get older now we up against the Yeah they kickin niggas door down; cause it ain't no dope on the
And a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a nigga me need about that Southern sess, nigga you all up in that mess But never shall you test, and never you quit Runnin up on me with that fuck shit will get you but dead nigga
Be careful where you cause you might not make it home In the junction, in the Don't you dare get lost cause you get caught up in that sauce Junction, To all you players play ya brims and you hustla ya rims 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you Y'all, yes, yes, uhh Junction,
A-well I'm on yak while I'm dippin off in that 'llac ('llac) The around my way are always smokin up on that crack Be layin them College Park hoes flat on backs (backs) Livin the life of pimps steadily makin paper stack don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb man 'til they start kickin the do' in, we ready to blast dem Out (Out) like ('Kast) we bout, to crash (crash) So mayday, may Dre, knock 'em up off ass boi
We like fat hoes just to get things that those People got we forgot always gonna keep a plot Right up they sleeve you believe they deceive like weave can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too So gimme me and then I'm straight, as See, blindfolds can't cover three We wise to the so we attack with what we know Heaven is the only good life, so what you fo'? Yeah
Be careful you roam cause you might not make it home In the junction, in the Don't you ever get lost cause you get caught up in that sauce Junction, To all you players play ya brims and you chrome ya rims and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend Y'all, yes, yes, uhh Junction,
Well like flip-flops and socks A nigga be the mic like birthdays Lil' Jon and Ser-cy, so are you I'm callin yo' ass a pimp about this crew you run wit Bankhead to that dumb shit So mo' can you come wit?
Yes, they can bite, but be us They can and pick up little slang but cannot see us You to be ashamed, trying to fit in "My Adidas" So Run D.M.C. is me and no, don't got no heater
Well we zippin around the corner in that stankin Lincoln I got my up under my seat in case these youngsters tryin to take it Pullin the pistol on black man was never the plot But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to my spot
Well, they come black stallions in the night Usually around fo' or five, is they figure the time is right you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it Wit my own eyes, 'til they come over the - surprised
Be careful you roam cause you might not make it home In the junction, in the Don't you dare ever get lost cause you get caught up in that Junction, To all you play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims 'Llac and and macks I love the corners that you bend Y'all, yes, yes, uhh Junction,