Lyrics:
Who got the juice
Who got it
I got the juice
I got it
Who got the juice
Who got it
I got the juice
I got it
Who got the juice
Who got it
I got
through my mind every day a factory
And I'm running out of juice someone check the batteries
Think about the times I gave to you and you gave nothing back
the heads of the crones
Crumbling bones have formed a ring
Chimes which sound crystal tones wavering
Pastoral rumble
Lines are drawn
Factory roundhouse fells
Make believe
Old recycled
Make believe
A signal
Somehow received
Secondhand
Make believe
so we're going to the t.v. factory
Smashing all the big
as anything else
But then he says and I agree
You got the booty girl
The juice the jiggle
Got the booty girl
So shake it baby
Try to follow keep your eyes
got the juice, now it's heavy (juice)
Always on T time, been ready (T, ah), yeah
Is you fucking crazy? Is you f- (yeah, stoned, let's go)
Wrappin'
the juice, then I got the bass
The trunk got the shakes, the trunk got the shakes
If you got the juice, then I've got the bass
This ain't no factory shit,
a sell, so don't ask me
Im blowing buds, I got it from the kush factory
I be rolling up all day, nigga you don't wanna match me
I run it up at a fast speed
is I'm fuckin' tired of these losers
And all my life want the food when it's supper time in the juice
But I'd rather die than to lose, it's a matter
Up in the sky if you're wheeling this one
Dance all night off the juice and rum
Back to the essence toast to some fun
Young g bringing the vibes
North
ayy, ayy, ayy)
Takin' walks and shit (takin' walks and shit)
Birds chirpin' (birds chirpin')
Juice sippin' (juice sippin')
And, bitch, you know I'm
Running low on the juice in my battery
Heaven knows that I came from a factory
Comatose when I'm smoking the fat trees
I was hoping to go back
it's Puff, hey, yo Mary yo, you got studio
Tonight, 8 o'clock, Hit Factory, in the mall, you gotta um,
You gotta do this video shoot, get back to me,
want some juice
And I want it now
So you better move your ass
And feel bad for me
'Cause I'm just getting over a cold
I'm four years old!
she get, contact Diddy back
Cah energy, inna mi back weh it stack
Pure Snagga Roots, have the factory fi that
Gyal ah try bruk the cocky, like
BGF . . .
Wake up! They’re making juice of you
They ll put you to grind
Will mix all the meat
Grind you down like a pig
You there with your open
Up in the North Pole
In Santa’s Workshop
They’re eating casserole
And drinking eggnog
You know Santa’s helpers
in his toy factory
But! We have
everything goes alright
I want to be the man who comes home every night
I want to earn my blue collar working in a factory
Won't head home until the job is
dude, had the juice running through my veins
Got me feeling like Pac (goin' nowhere)
Like a stop sign posted on your block, I'm about mine
I'mma get guap
(Hëy) Hop up on the deuce
I get deucivated (hëy)
Put that perky inside my juice
And I get Perctivated (hëy hëy hëy)
This bitch, she say she fell
In
face
But in every place there is your signature
From the rivers and the lakes
Beast and man patate
Of the slimy juices spilling from your factories
You
the juice now!"
You better believe it, you better believe it
You better believe it (my money don't fold, I'm gettin' this dough)
You better believe it,
She left her school for the factory
From pocket money to a salary,
From a pac-a-mac to a compact case
And every morning she inspects her face.
and the factory
Her head game
Catastrophe
She made her mouth
Come after me
Put the whole dick off in her mouth
I swear to God
She a masterpiece
The way her mouth
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