Lyrics:
Scary felt loopy
Spooky da Scary felt woozy
Spooky da Scary had two juicy bitches
But left 'cause he thought they were boujee
Got groupies that choose me
swimmin in ice, do it up twice, til we get nice
Rollin Indicas just me and by NEGUS and bitches we chillin and feelin the vibe
All we need is bitches in
high, sittin' 22 inches fly
Who the shit
[chorus]
[Juicy J]
Smokin' on some taylor shit, lookin for a thirsty bitch
Ridin' on 26's, my pockets never
talkin bout yo mf team
You a bengal tiger, dyin breed, no polo g
Die a legend on my family tree, leave the legacy
They name it after me like juicy j
Juicy J's even though I'm 3-6
And the wave make you seasick
My opinions I don't care if you agree with
Everyday is Christmas cause I keep the trees lit
Go
say u loyal to me what tf u told for
Then what'd u tell for?
Snitch
Shit is gettin spooky
Rollin J's like I'm juicy
An I always stay 100 u can call me
You say you loyal to me
What the fuck you told for
Then what you tell for
Hmm
Shit is gettin' spooky rollin' J's up like
I'm juicy and I always stay
Uh
Uh
Yeah
(J-j-j-j-j-Cardim)
Yeah
Yeah
These niggas losin' their minds
You find that there's no reward
They say they already home
It's
Uh
Uh
Yeah
(J-j-j-j-j-Cardim)
Yeah
Yeah
These niggas losin' their minds
You find that there's no reward
They say they already home
It's
wit targets
Gotta raise my youngins
Till I die I'ma keep it 100
I ain't had me nothing
So you know I gotta get us something
Word to DJ Paul and Juicy J
(J) uhh (A) uh-uh (Y) uh uh-uh
Ah ch-ch ah, ch-ah, ah uh-uh
Ah ch-ch ah, ch-ah, ah uh-uh
It's that hop I'm talkin bout right here Timbo!
I
ooo wee ooo wee
I just found a fuckin' jar of weed in my car
I be rollin' it, smokin' it 'till I'm up in a coma
Hopefully I'll control the speed
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
over piranha, death over dishonor
They killin niggas for J's, that's death over designer
Hey Cole heatin' up like that left-over lasagna
Remember when I
I ain't bout my business
Zoom by I'm in motion
Like dice, shakin them bitches
High rolla, 5 2 6 1
Come out hittin' 5 6 3 4
Got a fist full
2
This my autobiography, signed sincerely
L.I.L this the motherfucking J.U.L
Bitches get spell checked like Kim from 05
I remember the come up, just
I'm known to be the Damager
Juicy J the couple hour bangin bangin Standarler
And I don't pump no hoes off up in my rubber like you Scavengers
pussy! Heyyy! Pop that pussy, baby!
Pop that pussy! Pop, pop that pussy, baby!
Freaky bitches with plenty of ass
Rollin' to the music and shakin' real
pussy! Heyyy! Pop that pussy, baby!
Pop that pussy! Pop, pop that pussy, baby!
Verse 2
[FKI] Freaky bitches with plenty of ass
Rollin
for me
In fact my name goes on the throne
Strong
Until
The finish
GUARENTEEd
Winnin
O.J got away by killin
Anyone that witness
Crushing
at the China store
I just couldn't wait tryin' to rap to get my final break
Juicy J AKA The Juice, I want it on my tape
Sell and make money, so the niggas in
(Huh), city of halos, got bad bitches lookin' like J-Lo (Like Jennifer)
In the city of halos, if you fuck around, you get put on a shirt (Camisa)
In
Yeah, you know I'm Mr. Walk-em-down Yeah, you know I'm Mr. Walk-em-down
I'm in the club with hella bitches, ain't gon' walk em down
But I really need
won't multiply
Fuck niggas won't multiply
Igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh
Yeah nigga, it's your boy Juicy J
Man, you gotta watch out for
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