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Albums:

Juicy Fruit (Mtume) · Juicy (Willie Bobo) · Juicy Beats, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Juicy Lucy (Juicy Lucy) · Spare/Juicy [Single] (Candy Hill) · Juicy Ibiza 2012 (Robbie Rivera) · Juicy Ibiza 2011 (Robbie Rivera) · Juicy (Juicy) · Something Juicy (Rodger Fox) · Juicy Fruit (Disco Freak) (Isaac Hayes) – and 90 other albums »


Choppa hey(Hey wuz happnin)I got that lil dance down,Choppa style Chop Chop Choppa style, I gotta love you boy(Fo sho,fo sho,fo sho)
Hey I get all the grab
On a choppa rant
On a choppa rant

Get down or lay down
Shoot everything up but a school or a playground
Run shit like a Greyhound
I'm in here, now who let
got money to do it

Take your bitch home then I'm all up in that pussy
Old school pimpin' she ain't fuckin' with no rookie
Juicy J be cooler than a fan
(Chorus)

J's at my door, I got money on the floor (repeat 3x)
I'm a million dollar nigga on the muthafuckin low
I got money on the floor (repeat 8x)
a problem
Ain't nobody solving it
Mix with goons and gobblings
I've been fucking with a problem

I'mma a way down nigga in the state of Louisiana
Got
at the better at the better to combust you got the Cali gun for fun
And if you throw me past the pack man you get it
They putting down the gun
CHOPPA yousa
niggas hell
Get caught go to jail, I would later make bail
Hit tha trap on tha same chic back to the mail
Get a rat, lay it down we was tossin em up
his gun game
I'm fun aim, lax gun range
White load the felly fell
Holla at the kid proper
If somethin' happen, skip rappin'
The'll be big choppas
I'm fun aim
Lax gun range
White load the felly fell
Holla at the kid proper
If somethin happen
Skip rappin
The'll be big choppas
Ghetto byrd word
Cause
on kush, if you smokin' on regular
You know you gotta smoke by yaself

Errbody wanna be a dope boy
Errbody wanna be a coke boy
Errbody gotta choppa, errbody
talk(you dirty dirty)
Say what?(you dirty dirty)say what?(you dirty dirty)

verse 1
Now I'm a dirty old south boy
And you can tell by the way I spit it out
kush burn one



[FREESTYLE]
I stick em up, you know I hit em up
Patnas can't get em up, choppa bullets ate em up
Zone 6 it dangerous, we don't talk
Ok, you know I got those choppas (cuz I'm a spray, yaye, yaye, yayer)

Outta space ballin, put you up on astronomy
Mathematically with a pistol I do
sexy Flo Rida holla
Don't test me get that bro harda'
Get messy just like a mobster
My brawls deserve lobsters
You clowns deserve choppas
You serve
sexy Flo Rida holla
Don't test me get that bro harda'
Get messy just like a mobster
My brawls deserve lobsters
You clowns deserve choppas
You serve
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
to Florida City, Opa-Locka 
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
yer)
Bitches want me ('cause I'm a play yay, yay, yaer)
You know I got them choppas ('cause I'm a spray yay, yay, yaer)

I'm a outer space balla, put
or any information about where these rappers may be
Please contact 528-CASH

[Hook: Juicy "J" - repeat 2X]
Yo mami an yo pops man they 'bout to find yo
The lame stuffer
Bang, deranged fucker
I walk bys and guys became Kane Tuckers
Make enemies, make friends
I make money, money make moves in the state
you’ll take this world by surprise
Incarceration fatalities just a nigga reality
Know we moving the weight, just know we ain't burning calories
Only got
some Polo and some shell tops
Cold world and they say hell's hot
But it ain't hotter than that choppa when them shells drop
Man I seen niggas play that
pistols, my straps, my peppa my pistols my straps
My oozies, my choppas my gats, my oozies my choppas my gats

The wires the taps the traps
Po-po got me
When I'm walking by the women say ' Who is that n****?'
I replied 'Hi,I am Gudda Gudda that n****'
I was raised in the home of da Cap Splitters
Whip
School these niggas, they all my students
All jokes aside, I ain't playin' wit cha
The weed broke down, like a transmission
Tha choppa spin him round, like