Lyrics:
*(Yuk speakin)*
Listen, I bring to you.
(chimes)
Here ye, here ye!
Attention all dope fiends, haha!
this is a Smoke-A-Lot pre-sentation
Check it!
Forgi I don't know rim and the tires
Squeaking where niggas will never get by
Flipping the script on these hoes
Shine up the grill in these glows
head, all you got 'em scared
All by myself, Koop shout in my bed
Sell a bitch that swole, we cook this in stoves
Paul pass me a swisher and blow out
phased by any craze (nope)
Blazing paths like blazing j's
Perfect joint amazing J
I blaze for days no ashing out
Long haul no cashing out (the grind)
Hit
to spit a lot of game
But back then, I was just saying my name
I had a record player, on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland
in one do tour make 'em sick with no cure,
As she sits by da bar she sips cristy,
In the mist of da party,
They bump hits by J.D.,
Da B-R-A-T, we
for the 5 in Mackramento
It's all about ya hustle I got the game from J Spade
Stick with yo passion and money ain't a thang
I was taught to be a boss
I
all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee
(Juicy J, DJ Paul)
Hypnotize Minds Entertainment presents...
Gangsta Boo baby, once again its on
Yeah we in a shake joint
We gone show ya how she
Yeah
Aye Adam we good
Alright
Daniel J
Aye, bring everything else in right now
Yeah
Aye
This Versatility by Daniel J you know
All I gotta say is, aye
This gon' be the realest shit I ever wrote,
So just know it's deeper than rap
It was a lot of shit that go, but now I'm bringing it back
I been
I'm Cadillac pimpin
[J-Bo]
Now as I grip and dive, I smoke on to keep a high
In the sky, as I emphasize the right to reply
With these words you
ain't never took a lot
For me to get it popping
I'm dropping shit on niggas talking
'bout they running thangs
I'm hitting evil bitches in the
Forehead
your mouth and got into it with some real ass niggas
You landed in the M and said your life was in ruins
By the way nigga, how your collarbone doing?
your mouth and got into it with some real ass niggas
You landed in the M and said your life was in ruins
By the way nigga, how your collarbone doing?
down south get the dough in atlanta
I hit the floor and do the Toni Montana
Chorus:
Im going to go, leaving clouds of smoke
Ima always do my bay thang
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
(And you know, got Lettuce by the Pound, yeah)
Yeah, I can take you to the hood, show you them spots (yeah, yeah)
I ain't never
Bumping Ramon Ayala all through Lacoste
Yelling Juicy J hoe when you pass by the house
All the homies know what I've been talking about
Busting guns
lips
Not to mention these lips and my round juicy ass,
if beauty was a test alot of ho's wouldn't pass
They dog'd out trash, I'm steppin on the gas,
got
no stoppin
Ain't no octagons around me
Got the Juicy Juice, you know it
Will you please prepare ya palette
Gone and savor the sweet taste
Music like
used to talk a lot
When my uncle used to pimp out the parking lot
My cousin drove a start and stop
And my mama had these stories bout my dad that she
Ask me for a feature if you bad I’m like no thanks
I don’t sell out for no pay
Ok
Meet a lot of girls at the bar but I got no faith
Why well they all
treat the world peacefully,
So I ain't ever gonna sell my secrecy,
To a greedily involved entity,
Take a lot of damn pride what I built for me,
Ain't
The Liks and WhoRidas
Trust no one, smash, with my family do or die
When we ride on by cartel, street gangs by bail makes mail
Won't stop, I sell, I
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