Lyrics:
Chorus x3
Gunclaps, we hear the gunclaps
The rowdy gunclaps the bloody gunclaps
(Juicy J)
5 A-M in the mornin'
Nigga heard them tones pumpin' like
the truth Paul Wall on the grill Swisher house up in the blunt so you know that
It’s some kill and I’m swinging down the Ave neon lights 5th wheel J Prince
up! Straight up, bitch!
Juicy about that cake
Gold bricks inside the safe new beamer, i8
Just in case if you want to race
So many rings on me
I'm
The Matrix
Niggas be acting still hatin', I'm rich and I stay super faded
Pouring up that Bombay, let that reefer burn
Getting toppled by your bitch, my nigga
the gazebo by the park and sweating
Light another J and the feeling's spreading
Wait a couple minutes and it's clear I'm getting blitzed
With the the music in
Your nigga lost his bitch
I'm walking in on some boss shit
Juicy J, I talk money i don't talk shit
I want it all, I don't care what the cost is
I'm so
I ain't talkin' bout when she dance on
Play with my name, you gon' die by the tone
You don't wanna end up like the last one
Juicy lips, red bone,
before Whitney
Roll thru the hood as I'm bumpin Yung Simmie
Feel like Juicy J cuz I'm gone need the Jimmy
I'm from New York I got homies in Philly
You
the feeling
everytime we lock eyes
lips stay juicy
like the lips between your thighs
damn, i'm tryna keep it PG 13
but i ain't felt this way since i was 14
doin' it right
You the baddest thing inside
Babygirl I can't lie
Juicy and it's oh so tight
Try to slay her I'm your knight
We flew outta town
I'm dickin'
Intro:
(Rakim: "Across a hundred and tenth street--
it's hell up in Harlem...it's hell up in Harlem...")
"Ahh yeah!!!
Tone Capone and J. Nitty
money in the bag
Let's go fool, rat tat tat
They call me Juicy gigolo
Got hoes that fill
A statue of a fool
With them platinum tips
I'm tellin'
Still doin' drive-bys, but I wanna walk 'em (I wanna)
If I can't find 'em, you know I'm gonna stalk 'em (I gotta stalk 'em)
Caution tape up
the two-piece
The colorful one must be the Pucci, ussy
I know the pussy really juicy
Sparks J, sips tea, cock the Uzi
Just wanna get drunk tonight
And I'ma
dawg
You be still alive, so why the fuck you wanna move dope?
Why the fuck yu want them J's dawg?
You know I'll get you stepped on
You know I be livin by
Level
Face be bustin' they head
Ride Bentley early 90's watchin' out for the Feds
Red the king of south and I'm the aire to the throne
J-Prince done
Derez nasty
I'm from the wild, wild West, we ain't have shit
But a nigga praisin' the preacher
He sellin' dope and fuckin' the deacon
Heroin J gon'
hyphen in mar-juh-rene
Could be used for erotic gratification
By a very desperate stenographer
'M-A-R, ' hyphen, 'J' 'J'
Wha What's a 'J' tonight, uh
'J
shake her booty
Yea I'm J.I. keep it juicy
Fucking me wait
Pull up with the team
All my niggas smell like Chris Dior
Yo boy smell like sardines
Pop a bean
won't hear a thing
Fuck the police I see them and I flee
They say I'm the G.O.A.T. I should live on a mountain
These pounds I weigh out and these hundreds
the back I'm running outta patience
Make her come lay down, pussy in the air from the pavement
Pussy went adjacent
Couple hundred dudes with a statement uh
it ain't given by The Father
You say you ain't got no gun so why would you even bother
Cause your soul is what I'm after and ain't nothing gonna stop
bitch she let me hit her shit was juicy
I can't even complain I put my pain up on this loose leaf
Thoughts all on my brain I'm high as planes won't let
Look
If I'm not richer by next year, then I'm going to kill myself
I kicked her out to beat my meat, I like to feel myself
She told me she's one in
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