Lyrics:
my spliff (better have)
Then I put her by the stove, make her bag my zips (bag up, ooh)
Flood my wrist (flood my wrist)
What you think now? Mm
Shout out to to Mary J, babe with the real bud
Shout out to Mary J, babe with the real love
Shoutout to all you lames in the club
Who been talking all
HOOK
In the whip cross over with a lane switch
In the whip swerving stupid with a brain glitch
Shout out to to Mary J, babe with the real bud
Shout
or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies (check it out)
Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me
Somebody told me that this planet was
Imma make her famous
I've been going hard since two years old
Juicy J, I be runnin' through these hoes
All these niggas got somethin' to say
Till I pull
to close, so she puttin' on a show
We're all stumblin' out the parking lot
Still goin' up at the afterspot
It's yo boy, Juicy J, I'm that wicked lover
Got
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
know what im saying?
Look, we about to go I 255, [yeah]straight up to Memphis.
[ya show]See what im saying, Paul said he gone meet us by Wal-Greens, we
to sell
A dream to so I need to holler at the club owner
And hit him whip out 10 stacks to keep it open longer
112 and Three 6 Mafia, we kicking in
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
Aye
Trynna hear that shit bump
Whoa
Yea
Aye
Aye
Whoa
Servin da J like Juicy
Work wit da fade like Boosie
They see me swervin da lane
They think I'm
Ight yo
One more
Then it's Modelo time
What's good bro, you gon sit this one out on the bench too?
You know I'ma shoot my shot
Koooobe!
Shorty
(Juicy J, DJ Paul)
Hypnotize Minds Entertainment presents...
Gangsta Boo baby, once again its on
Yeah we in a shake joint
We gone show ya how she
Your boy Juicy J, yeah
Y'all know what it is
Better hide your girl, mane, we looking for her
I ain't the type of nigga thinking 'bout relationships
got money to do it
Take your bitch home then I'm all up in that pussy
Old school pimpin' she ain't fuckin' with no rookie
Juicy J be cooler than a fan
to be fearless
When we go walking in the woods
A natural experience
Go ahead...
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Hey baby let's fly away to a private place
So
Yessir! Yessir!
We getting money man
Yessir!
We trippy, mane
Wiz Khalifa, mane, Juicy J
Let's go
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch,
warned them now they surely scared of us
seriously we party stay out the streets or face the territory
cowards of the hour sickened by my tower
That's bumpin so hard on you hoes
The only ones talkin that shit is DJ-less niggaz
And all playa hatas you know
Chorus
[Juicy J]
Comin from the darkness
Checks")
DJ Paul and Juicy J, "Cashin Checks"
And we got another Three 6 Mafia album comin' out
You know what I'm sayin'
And a brand new Hypnotize Camp
Mafia, Insane Clown Posse, and Twiztid!
[Juicy J]
We used to... We used to.... We used to rob for them petty things,
like a gold chain, know
motherfucker push
I'm affiliated wit more terrorists then g bush BITCH!
Verse 2
(Juicy J)
We got them niggaz gettin wild gettin buck
Havin fits
Hand
all up off that juicy j
all up off that juice & gin
careful now you might lose your friend I'm straight up off that goose again
umma smoke and then
warned them now they surely scared of us
seriously we party stay out the streets or face the territory
cowards of the hour sickened by my tower
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