Lyrics:
1984
When I met the biz markie out in front of the store
He used to tell me all the time, "yo your lyrics is hype
We got to get together and make
doubt me now I made it, phinally phamouse bout to let you have it
This is not a game kin fold game not playin' with ya
Gotta brang the slangs ?? ain't
at me, look at me, look at me now
Fuck is you kiddin' me?
All of my jewelry cost about a hunnid thou'
Fuck all my enemies
Never had sympathy, Fergie
real juicy for me
They know what it is ain't gotta tell em
Always on time twenty four seven
I just get the bag I ain't really stressing
And my bitch bad
(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
candy to me (ZaZa)
Thotty can fuck on my man and then me (thot, thot)
Porta potty the opp, and you smell the debree (stain)
The block, the Naw' is
so bad for somebody to come up over the 6
You better hurry up boy I'm 20 years in this shit, BITCH
[Juicy J]
Juicy J yes I'm that nigga
Smokin'
sumpthin' like you
Jamaicans say, "L.L. a fool"
Kids wet too who do the pool
Let bells ring like Sunday school
L.L. Cool J is hard as hell?
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by Canibus the young gun
Your last weapon, is to call out Wyclef Jean
Not knowing that you
charge nigga
{Juicy J}
can you niggas feel my pain
catch me standing in the rain
holding on a rusty 2
bout to act a fuckin fool
is the 6
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
and a double cup
Hatin' ass niggas, y'all behind me
Ball so hard they want to fine me
Juicy J, Taylor Gang
I been rich since the 90's
Every time I go out,
(yeah)
Just, j-j-just dance
Dance, dance, dance to the rhythm
Get it in 'em, no sittin', who you kiddin'?
It's fittin' that they call Mr. Kardinal
(yeah)
Just, j-j-just dance
Dance, dance, dance to the rhythm
Get it in 'em, no sittin', who you kiddin'?
It's fittin' that they call Mr. Kardinal
known to be the Damager
Juicy J the couple hour bangin bangin Standarler
And I don't pump no hoes I fill my rubbers like you scavengers
should
[Chorus]
hard
Ms. Juicy, Ms. Juicy got that thing about her
I just, just can't let go
Do she love me? Do she love me not?
Sometimes Ms. Magic Juice is all I got
I
lookin' mean on the scene
When hoes see me they sayin' everybody ain't able
Cause I turned the back of my Caddy pickup into a pool table
Juicy J, I'm
a mystery
One thing I don't know
Is why you're kiddin' me
I know you're missin' me
It's not a mystery
One thing I don't know
Is why you're kiddin' me
Hearing
know that I been smokin'
Hangin' with the Dogg, so you know that I been smokin' (Gangsta Grillz)
I'm the Dogg, show me love, roll a J, roll a blunt
(Hook)
Let's spark up a doobie, Resin oozy, Got me feeling woozy
Water dripping juicy, Don't confuse me, On a trip with lucy
You know that I'm
nigga, that to me you so cash nigga
Stuffed in a Louie bag nigga, Juicy J be that nigga
Big bag of that stank killer, codeine in my drink killer
Mostly
am
Baby its yours, it's yours, all yours
Let me tell you about it one more time
Hot gizzay, uh wet gizzay, uh juicy gizzay, good, good gizzay
500
Stevie Beans, I'm movin' bricks
You shittin' me or you kiddin' me
How you think you nice?
I'ma eat you like fried rice
While I'm playin' dice
Against
What it is shawty? Can I roll good?
See you impressed by the game like ya s'pose to
You see rap stars with cars and black cards
All you get is convos,
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