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Yea uh-ooo!! (Come on, come on) Roll wit me, its santana I'd like to welcome y'all (yea) to the great F*ck wit ya boy!(Once again) Zeke! [Juelz Santana] Now I got more than my swagger back Listen here homie Mr. Mick Jaggers back (uh-oo) Young Zab of rap Only difference is this Judah Will shoot ya, then get back to rappin' Traffin' crack threw half and Hampton Make stacks and stacks and that's a fact man Y'all can't f*ck wit me Baby girl I drag my nuts for free Comfortably And ya know I got my pimpin together Got my game, got my cain, got my limpin' Together, shit bitch you better get your Switchin' together 'cause this back-hand Will get you together, hope you know that And sometime I can't belive my niggaz Still in all, I'll give it all just to feed my Niggaz, eat, don't stop homie breathe my niggaz I need y'all more than y'all ever need me my niggaz [Hook] This is for all my niggaz on the block that's pumpin' I think the cops is comin' - Squalie! All my homies on the block with somethin' Hold it down I think the cops is comin' - Squalie! For all my chicks on the strip that switch Be easy, I think the cops is comin' - Squalie! All my ladies who boost for higher Prada, Gucci attire watch who's behind ya! Squalie [Juelz] Yo we livin' the life of Loca-vida, coke and cheever Drive-by blow smoke on the policia Like f*ck em! I got no love for em Squalie! but I'm tired of runnin' from Squalie! duckin' from Squalie! Shit and we ain't do nothin to Squalie! Its pay-back we buckin at Squalie! No more gettin searched, frisked for Nothin by Squalie! Hey so sell ya pack Sell ya crack like when dickens was near Juelz Santana Dickens is here yea Yea so Zeke is ya rollin' with me This the theme song homie f*ck the police! We back at it, our crack habit is that drastic Measures we taken em', maken we'll clap at ya Peel off on dirt bikes and raptors Squirt pipes at bastards y'all can't f*ck wit me! [Hook] [J.R. Writer] Hey ma, its J.R. and L's It ain't hard to tell We da niggaz in we da niggaz in Maury and car alarm da fell wit that hard to sell That ain't hard to sell And a gun that'll hit you from far as hell You quick to flash , we'll whip yo' ass Couple shots hit your glass Dip-shit ya whip will crash I got the sickest past Stay skippin' class, pitchin' Hash All day, stood there Flippin' halves When I heard ,Squalie! I dished and dashed Ditched the hash Park, neutral, first gear Hit the gas, now we rich with cash And when I hear Squalie! I sit and laugh, dawg you kiss his ass Cooked more caine, push off dames While you dumb niggaz stand there And look all lame I done popped and took off chains Now Ivory dump ice on me like my team Won a football game!
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