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Albums:

The Big Big Big Big Bands: Vol. 12 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Big Big Big Big Bands, Vol. 6 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Big Band Plays the Big Hits, Vol. 1/Up a Lazy River (Big Band Plays the Big Hits, Vol. (Si Zentner) · Juicy Fruit (Mtume) · Juicy (Willie Bobo) · Juicy Beats, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Juicy Lucy (Juicy Lucy) · Spare/Juicy [Single] (Candy Hill) · Juicy Ibiza 2012 (Robbie Rivera) · Juicy Ibiza 2011 (Robbie Rivera) – and 90 other albums »


We looking for them J-Lo booties, big ol' ass, round and fat
Let me squeeze it, let me squeeze it
When she take it to the floor, I want to hit it
my gunz till my clips retire
America pray 'cause I don't want to expire
I'ma soldier

[Juicy J:]
I'ma U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
Playin
to take the weed and then hoooold it
Juicy J the type to lick a blunt and foooold it
You can come by my crib and get soooooo lit

[Chorus: x 2]
A bank for that cap and a bank for that butt
Slut

[Juicy J]
Nigga I'll tell yo gal she can suck on this big ol' dick
And won't be fucked up bout it
Juicy J (Big Gipp)-
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Three 6 Mafia (Here it is)
Know what I'm sayin'
Goodie Mob (Triple Six Mafia)
ATL (Big Gipp)
M-town
I rep NY, big boy in the big city
Shout out, five burroughs, the upper state, just ride with me
Now come drink on this bottle, and smoke out on this
Cigarette, pussy stay wet and juicy like lemons
Big ass in tight denim
Had the most faithful niggas sendin' her gifts to women and enjoyed
To watch
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Yah, she freaky, freaky deeky, didn't ya see her in a bikini
Porno movies we got plenty, and ya know they smoke them beenies
For
and heavens door
As I soar through yo life
You be beggin' for some Christ
ain't no mutha fuckin' Christ
All I want to see is die

(Juicy J)
Yo sleep at night,
When I see you bitch you better have my dough
Like a pimp
Reach Back
Like a pimp
Slap the Hoe

[Juicy J]
Now I ain't Don Juan with the magic wand
you there like B.I.G took niggas to New York
"Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York
And that's real shit blazed the Philly
It's summertime
a cactus
And she got a face that belongs up in a beauty pageant
It's ya boy, Juicy J, trippy, I got realer pimps
Balling hard everyday, ratchet bitches
hood doin yeah
Those are the rules in this mafia race
Tear da club up thugs mash down on a g-string...

Verse 3
[juicy j]
When we drop
Always keep it
of chronic
Dj p with no weed and know what
This shit is so fucking ironic

{juicy j}
I got them blood shot red eyes
Look into my eyes
Did you see a big
microphone
Come and get this ice-cream cone
Or I'll deliver it when your daddy ain't home
Grown and healthy, that's how I like 'em
Big juicy legs
it
But everytime them prophets fly, I'm motivated

(Juicy J)
Back in the days
I used to get down
Pockets on e
I can't do nothin' but frown
Feelin' my
about how many hoes, clothes and bank rolls we got
Who we got in here?
Juicy J, Lil Wyte, Frayser Boy, Crunchy Black
Lord Infamous and me, DJ Paul
a cactus
And she got a face that belongs up in a beauty pageant
It's ya boy, Juicy J, trippy, I got realer pimps
Balling hard everyday, ratchet bitches
Ok ok 
Juicy Gucci juicy Gucci half a brick, half a brick, zaytoven, zaytiggi
Ok ok ok
So icy entertainment

Quarter Brick, half a brick
Whole
Ok ok 
Juicy Gucci juicy Gucci half a brick, half a brick, zaytoven, zaytiggi
Ok ok ok
So icy entertainment

Quarter Brick, half a brick
Whole
trying not to nod off
Finna bust your bitch like a sawed off, makin' NBA money, I'm a ball hog
Big blunts and nigga still facing, bank account look like
characters
$100,000 cars now how you gon laugh at us

(Repeat chorus 2x)

(Juicy J)

First I want to grab a nigga by his neck,
Drag him to my fuckin set,
Take
so bad for somebody to come up over the 6
You better hurry up boy I'm 20 years in this shit, BITCH

[Juicy J]
Juicy J yes I'm that nigga
Smokin'
can't touch it g
See me don't speak ain't nothin g
I'm in my zone nigga don't fuck with me AYE

Juicy J stay in the club, me and all my niggas
All
And change yo plans
It's the numbers on your phone
And numbers on your cell

Verse 2 Juicy J
I ain't messed up by messin crooked cowards
Wit a nigga name