Lyrics:
Hold up, mane hold up, mane
Juicy J from Taylor Gang
Rollin’ Phantom, rollin’ dank
Green cologne, I know it stank
Light it up, and hold a drank
Hit
to keep you gruntin'
My name is Cool J, I'm from the rock
Circulating through your radio non-stop
I'm lookin' at the wires behind the cassette
And now I'm
sold a record
He wont a brick I told him meet me by the checker
I sack a pound up before I sold a raptor
He want a bet I told him meet me by
with that big juicy hog of
Yours."
Jimmy: "Hey, J.N. Throw me that frisby."
J.N.: "Here! Whoops!"
[Sails over and falls to the ground]
Jimmy: "Nice
lick me all over like a lollipop
I'm your juicy fruit
Alright, alright, alright
I said hey white man, Indian or black
I'm your number 1 M-C
is workin' out like obliques
They wanna see it obese
You drive me crazy, you gon' crash the 'vert
Get out my business, why you act like a clerk
I
And dis people who ain't have shit to do with it
Like Cool J does (My tattoo!)
You see me standin' outside of your buildin'
Screamin', "Puffy is good,
And dis people who ain't have shit to do with it
Like Cool J does (My tattoo!)
You see me standin' outside of your buildin'
Screamin', "Puffy is good,
know how to tug on the cock and balls? You need momma to show you?
Get me a carrot, sweetheart. Where are you going!?"
[J.N.:] "Mom, where's
'cause I don't wanna be greedy
Because these niggas is salty they'll make you choke
Oh oh, you niggas got me fucked up
I'm spittin' pollaseeds
of getting richer
Then my homie Breeze set me down schooled me to the picture
I was with some wild niggas put me on the game
Told me if you tryin' to make
night and day.
I'm unhappy and dissatisfied,
But I'd be happy if I had you by my side.
If I could be with you, I'd love you strong,
If I could be
number that was rockin' on strong
She grabbed me by the sleeve and said, "let's go and get it on"
By the second chorus I was singing right along with it
the sky
A lot of people smoke just to get by
But I see things much differently
Medically, physically, mentally, theoretically
Put it in a letter so you
confuse you
The fact is Meth, I'm harder than bottles made by Yoo-Hoo
Wu-Tang, welcome to the House of Flying Daggers
Where the truth aim, flying out
underrating
The pride of Brooklyn and the Grady baby
We don't need no compliments or confidence
Our attitude and latitude is, "Fuck you pay me"
Next summer
naughty or nice
At night
Sacrifice
Good bye, lights out
(Juicy J)
Can you feel me
Can you hear me
Did you pick the scene
A lot
nights had no songs
Why, because the D.J. was gone
Smiles you used to dance and sing around
Now were replaced by frowns
And it was up to me to solve
ya!
[Violent J]
Listen... You hear that slut?
That was me! pullin' this stick out ya butt!
I'm a juggalo serial killa instead screamin' fuck ya'll
game go
Some talk it they lame tho
The hoes on it, they want it, they say so
Whenever we roll by
So won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
let it go
Baby, you've got me open
Baby, I just wanna make you mine
By the end of the night, end of the night
By the end of the night
All I need is
from the underground G
North north out the trench, I keep death around me
Fuck you mean, it's that fiend, middle fingers stay up
I got them bitches,
fact this jam is def
Most definitely created by me
Goin' down in radio history
I'm good to go on your radio
And I'm cold gettin' paid cause Rick said
call it green suicide
Go to your local dispensary tell em' you want new Juicy J weed
Green suicide nigga, knock you on your motherfuckin' ass nigga
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