Lyrics:
'veux c'est enjoy le travail qui m'feed
Si y veulent pas m'employ, faudra j'aille chez Sears
Shit
Can you, really
Blame me?
Souhaiter l'minimum de cash pis
Sell
the parkin' lot
for his stash spot
[Juicy J]
No more gangstas in this bitch (this bitch)
With the tech's with the extra clip (extra clips)
And you know
complete, I did a song with Bun B
And Juicy J, who the fuck fucking with me?
I think nada, lame rappers you make me gog up
The part, depart these niggas
motherfucker, that's the only way
Yeah homie, what you say?
Home of the woop, womp and gunplay
A lot of homies shoot the J
But most of 'em prefer to shoot
me squeeze it, let me squeeze it
When she take it to the floor, I want to hit it from the back
Let me squeeze it, let me squeeze it
Juicy J is pimpy
a lot
Messing with me dog this thang gone pop
I'm up in the hood man with the same o drop
I stay on top nigga it ain't gone stop
Noo!
I'm a rain on top
do yo' thang
I mean, in them jeans
Yo shape is beautiful
And I'm "For you, by you"
Like FUBU
(B**** you know the name)
Whoo-wee Jesus
JoJo K-Ci
don't sell that shit round here doc"
They bout four cars deep, sittin in the Croger parkin lot
But we know when they comin, 'cause money bark a lot
the background?)
Juicy j in the back smokin on a sack drinkin 'gnac
(yo) why'knahmsayin? it's goin down
(can they hear me out there?) yeah they can hear you
do yo' thang
I mean, in them jeans
Yo shape is beautiful
And I'm "For you, by you"
Like FUBU
(B**** you know the name)
Whoo-wee Jesus
JoJo K-Ci
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
Clean family fun! (With some tragedy)
You've sunk your savings
They'll sink their teeth
Into a juicy slice! (Or a lobotomy)
Who's scared of a little
And get a new batch that'll do the same
Ah, man, cold game
Front row seats at the Laker game
Kobe Bryant, that's my nigga
Juicy J, blaze, my nigga
We up in
the tales that I tell so well
(Short Dog)
I'm thinkin' way back, it's been a long, long time
In 1980 I wrote my first rhyme
I like to spit a lot of game
But
or even ganged banged
or slang dope, motherfucker it's the same thang
cause where I'm from you got to watch your back
cause every nigga in the town got
Oh, oh, oh
It's hard times
We strugglin', tryin' to get by, tryin' to get by
Tryin' to get by, whoa, whoa
It don't stop (don't stop)
Always
green blinging on them twenty thangs
Heavy niggas dropping weight while Juicy J be running trains
Whats the business strictly pimping all them freaks I
[Hook: Miley Cyrus]
I'm in the club high off purp with some shades on
Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on
[Juicy J x2]
J???s on my feet
from
Raise Your Thugs Up
[Juicy J]
North North Three 6 Mafia
Three 6 Mafia Runnin thangs drankin with the drama king
Swingin from the left to the right
Fuck you (*echoed*)
(chorus 4x)
Get Buck Get Wild
Lets Tear This House Like Down
Lets Tear The Club Up Thug
Lets Do This Stuff Right Now
(Juicy J
bitches for me
It's them dark skin Hershey Kisses bitches for me
Juicy J, I specialize in ratchets
Soon as I see what I want, nigga, I gotta have it
I
fo
Lie fo
Die fo
My ho
Nigga I go face
Diablo
With a hostile gospel
If I can't have tres or cuatro
Little vatos
Imma let a lot flow
What the sell
Up in
just let me lead and I'll blow your mind yeah
Ms. Juicy yeah
Let me put this thang on you baby
And blow your mind
every time
I'm tryna practice better thangs, & better ways
Plenty nights up in the trenches we had prayed for better days
A nicca use to wear the Shaqs & chucks
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