Lyrics:
C'est le guide du loulou, bar, by night,
Dans tous les coups foireux et dans toutes les arnaques.
Je suis un putain de clando, j'arrive de Vitry en
C'est le guide du loulou, bar, by night,
Dans tous les coups foireux et dans toutes les arnaques.
Je suis un putain de clando, j'arrive de Vitry en
creeping round
I'm Violent J and I'm sick
They try to run me down
But you know I'm too slick
And I slip and slide like a slinky
Slip and slide with my
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
leave you in the sauce
You know which side your not supposed to hide
Youll never be a bride If you stay by his side
From the one to the four Ten
Tale of the physical trait
Intoxicated by the bomb as I start to sedate
Your mainframe
All speaking on running this thang
Five J's in the house
society and die free
With double 'W' followed by J-D around the necks
And wrists the God is now a dog, the earth is called a bitch
And all my people wish
and go head up
Then I slam them asses and lyricaly
Lyrical by suprise they then avaporize
See them they don't understand a system in judicial
The ICP is
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
Flower, Weed
Taking off like a holiday, I'm just tryna roll away (roll away)
I'm social, but not today, find some weed, then I roll away (roll away)
I see
I pray for the better days
Balling with my friends we go celebrate
Chilling with my wife and kids like holiday
Spend a million dollars on a birthday
knees, like
"Please, Lord! Jesus!"
On this team I'm Dr. J
Wit Scott Phree, Khalib, and HOLIDAY!
Wild Cowboy
New spaghetti Western wit Phree
And vodka
Uh (uh)
Ayy, that's one-point (huh)
That's 'bout point and by one-point-five in there
Ayy, yo, these foolys let the toolies spread, ringing like
j'apprends d'mes erreurs, j'vais pas te louper
J'te raconte l'itinéraire d'une racaille
Entre terrain on détaillais les drive-by
Combien nous ont quitté
[spoken by Juicy J]
Yes sir, once again it's on
Juicy J featuring Project Pat
Chronicles of the Juiceman
North, North Part 2
Raise your thumbs up, my
to her holidays in dubai and oman
But oh man it wasn't real i get out of bed my first reflex is to roll a blunt
Yeah I'm sorry baby when you come at home
"iron" the uniform
Under the bed that's where
Everybody ironed their clothes
You get two uniforms
So you keep one under the bed
For your visit, so by
haha
the ghetto's trying to kill me
and if you live to see 95 most of ya'll fools can feel me
come take a ride in my 6-4
I'm not Dr. Dre
single holiday
A-yo, here we go, here we go
Yes, yes y'all, here we go, here we go
A-yo, here we go, here we go
Yes, yes y'all, here we go, here we
allowed in the Lexo
don't talk that way
I'll drop your ass half a block away from the ghetto
with the club via Freak Nasty
Debbie doesn't but drinking
old
How the game go, where the pain go, where the blame go
My mind wanders on a PJ, my momma brought up in the PJs
In the club sippin' P&J on the same
the hood
So meet me by the menorah lets get drunk [x2]
J J J Just a little story about last Christmas
About some bad kids who were full of wishes
We gave
But when the drive-by hit this is the main route
What the fuck is my problem nigga?
I got a glock seventeen better gobble them
So why should I trip,
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
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