Lyrics:
And this ain't got nothing to do with a scale
Or being g-, little f-, but by the way
Thoughts are getting darker by the day
I'm a combination of Skylar
tells him, "Ayo
Where the fuck you’re going? Come here you
Better fall back on this whole situation"
He says, "No, i ain’t got nothing to do with
It i’m
can't name a place on Earth
That Juicy J ain't been before (yeah)
If there’s money in your city (City)
Then I'm on my way to get it (Get it)
I chase every
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
dough
That's Juicy J, Folarin, got it then get me those
Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw a couple thousand
Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw
[Juicy J]
Yeah, this Triple 6 Mafia click it's real
Fool it ain't nothin fake
We tote them glocks and keep them cocked and never hesitate
You
living life in the matrix
That's whack
Me and my team we ain't the same
That's facts
Where we come from is a long way
On the map
Bring Seattle rainstorms
them beans
I'm steady serving the fiends
I got a trap on the hill
Over there by Rink-A-Dinks
Nolan and Coosa where all of my shooters is Gucci
We set
now she wanna date me
Where I'm from, people like me don't make it in the mainstream
What's with the attitude? Baby, tell me why you hating
We fuss
by the bar
So I buy the bar
Turn the bar to a party
We all takin shots like Kobe
Got all, these bitches lookin at me
I see 99 problems but it ain’t 1
and they never had ta scrap
[Juicy J]
He wore a vest so we shot him in the neck
Made his body cold left from red and wet
Body curved up like a cornrow
void within a skull made of neutron star
And I ain't even started talkin 'bout the consequence
Of when a child is allowed behind a Benz so
Exhibit A:
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
getting sucked like a thumb
Boy I'm in a daze, tangerine haze
I smoke so much KK they should've called it Juicy J
Bombay and lemonade, weed get the lemon
getting sucked like a thumb
Boy I'm in a daze, tangerine haze
I smoke so much KK they should've called it Juicy J
Bombay and lemonade, weed get the lemon
Chorus:
[D.J. Paul]
You dealing with some thugs
who like to hit it from the back (back)
with no kind of springs attached
what you think about that
Chorus:
[D.J. Paul]
You dealing with some thugs
who like to hit it from the back (back)
with no kind of springs attached
what you think about that
been smokin'
I'm hangin' out with Juicy J, nigga, so you know we smokin' mane
Yeah, mm-hmm, out here in Memphis, Tennekey, yeah
Good lookin' out,
and crumble
If ya got real friends
You ain't need to sit and worry
They should be by your side and if they ain't
You should hurry, and go
Green J's got me
I don't touch dog hoes, dog hoes got fleas
I'm from wear they rock ski masks
And nobody rides skis
Every time I spit a verse my city like preach
Finna go dumb
J hit the banks like Carlton, yuh
Love my life its awesome
Up my price, it blossomed
Sublime nights where I'm from
Take a look what I've
niggas got in mind
Optimistic feelings, mixing lemon with the lime
And now I know you thinking 'bout them times
Where the peoples wasn't there for you
business bitch
a war is in order, get a bullet and hit em hit em hit em
a motherfucker, I'm the gangsta that release the beast from hell
yell out
caught me snoozin'
Got a Uzi, she so woozy, that big booty such a doozy
I'm too G, word to Gucci, light a J, that's word to Juicy, uh
Spread it open
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