Lyrics:
I rock the mike, I'm tha baddest in every city
These ho's aint shiftin gears,
livin how I live, doin numbers like tha goddest I could cook with tha
[Lil Wyte]
Its four o'clock and the club still poppin the party ain't stopping
Juicy got some hoes from North North the toppin
Topless they rockin
give a fuck cause I let 'em all go
Back of the Ghost man I'm back of the Rolls
Went and hit from the back and now she back for more
Keep it Christian
And no one seems to understand
So you're a mixed up kid, come on and join the crowd
The ones that only fit where they're not allowed
Out on the streets
I ain't lying
More than a dime
More than a woman
Could've sworn
I'm hypnotize
In the mind
Taking this paper route
To the empire
Mane
Let's get it get
to the clouds
In heaven there ain't no T.V
So I kill my time by suckin' they women like a leech
Don't give a shit if I'm allowed
We rollin' up like a doobie
While
Juicy J]
I was born up in the ghetto streets
Always learn to pack the heat
Call me on my cellular phone
If you want that work from me
Cowards like
[Juicy J]
The Gangsta Desciples and the Vice Lords have teamed up
We gonna fuck the motherfuckin clubs up
The fuckin Liquids, know what I'm sayin
All that sucka shit is not allowed
Niggas talkin' loud but I can't hear 'em through the crowd (shh)
If it's precipitation, I'm gon' send 'em
it
Filled it up long ago, give it as you wrapped it
And if you feeling ratchet, bitch I'm juicy j
Now drop it low within my highschool gpa
Dr.
damn self
Washer full of cash dryer full of X pills
Red rag in my pocket same color my vette is
My no. 1 loner ass ain't from Texas
A quarter mill
(Hey) Throw those deuces up
And add a six on it
Call me Yung J O C I'm bout to spit on it (yeah)
I'ma put it on her (yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her
scenarios
Elevates you above them
Where I'm from we hate the identities we are
Given 'cause there's nothing
Inspirational about them
So we create alter-egos
on Juicy, actin like you never knew me
I ain't the one be droppin dollars, I'm just out to get the chewin
Now she fuckin one of my niggas, pimped the trick
killin' you
If I ain't know Jesus, ain't no tellin' where I would be
It?s been nights I felt like feces, I needed to fight to release it
I'm in
manipulate these mads
And get em motivate the hurt
I'm the master of this madness
(?) rock this earth
(Juicy J)
I don't give a fucking while
Don't move
we stay)
We ain't have no goal, we had to shoot in the crate (Shoot in the crate)
Playin' craps so we can afford the new J's (Afford the new J
Gym and no protein
I ain't allowed in my kodees
Chase money only
Got on one level
Gym and no protein, all I know's OT
I nearly fell for
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
(yeah)
Real niggas association
No bitch niggas allowed
Its that real niggas association
Everybody know that I'm a problem, shit
Imma fuck the beat with no
a nigga like me, With a squad like this
Where the team so strong, and the flow so cold,
Ain't nothin' but some bad bitches in my clique
Whats up Eastside?
a nigga like me, With a squad like this
Where the team so strong, and the flow so cold,
Ain't nothin' but some bad bitches in my clique
Whats up Eastside?
a nigga like me, With a squad like this
Where the team so strong, and the flow so cold,
Ain't nothin' but some bad bitches in my clique
Whats up Eastside?
a nigga like me, With a squad like this
Where the team so strong, and the flow so cold,
Ain't nothin' but some bad bitches in my clique
Whats up Eastside?
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