Lyrics:
in the flick called "Juice"
Cock is longer than the hat worn by Dr. Seuss
Love a girl in Daisy Dukes like them kids called Duice
Gets paid to sex
Verse One: Sadat X
This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free
But y'all know it's me or could you tell by the spree
disco
The one with the gifted fingertips
Music is his bag of tricks
Go ahead mister disc jockey
Play that beat
Play it, kick it
Who's the man with
couldn't beat a flight of steps
Try that shit with a grown man
I'll kill that fuckboy with my own hand
And hop back in the coupe (woo, woo)
Let's go back
Joe’s bugging
1st Verse
JAJII
Mama said I’m a winner man
So, I act like a like a winner man
Born sinner man
Dread n’ failure like Beenie Man
So, we
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
the commotion, baby
So we'll never regret
That life's gonna be what we be
So we'll turn the music up tonight
Let the beat set you free
Give everything you
all should abide by
Big man said there was a code
By which we should live and we should die by
Beat shakin' like flour in paper bags
See 'em
for the deceased, like my partner Lil Reese
Trigger man beat the case we'll deal with that in the streets
Niggas sentenced to death by a sentence in
my veins, arrivin' by plane
G4 to be exact, rewards of beats and raps
Three whores before four and three more are bein' cracked (facts)
That was
the motto: To each his own
Got speed, its on
Flesh freed, he home
Then we'd go wrong, it wasn't in the plan
Designed by the Man upstairs
This testimony
They say rap music is subliminal
But the music for us is like our own diary
Something like a confession
They tell me life is a bitch
She's something
Psst, I see dead people
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho
Deebo, any rap nigga, he a free throw
Man down, call
Are you not entertained?
Are you not entertained?
Is this not why you're here?
Uh, uh, huh
Turn the music up
Turn me down
Guru, let's go get
that nigga
He is so fine, his music is so fucking dope (man, fuck that nigga)
Ayy, look Samuel, I gotta go pee, I'll be right back alright?
(Yeah,
(Steve: I don't know Woody.
Are you sure you've got this think hooked up right?
Woody: Listen man, music is my life.
Steve: Alright. Two, three,
at home
The night was young it was eight o' four
Reggae music it a lick and she was bored no more
All what de pan her mind she hope to God that she score
beats
And niggas is stealin' your whole techniques and shit
Niggas wanna take everything from a nigga, man
Yeah, yeah, yo, Nas, it's like this, man
Ah yeah, right about now Compton's in de mothafuckin' house (yeah do it do it)
NWA's in full effect
Hey yo yella boy, kick me that funky-ass beat
Yeah, yeah
Born in antagonism, at times I can't even fathom
Hopes man, I don't even have 'em
Burning ladders, bridges
Can't wait to get
(*background is Black Sabbath's "Iron Man," performed by the group Metal Church*)
(*chanting*)
[Verse 1]
You could strike a match in my hand
Too
You are just the kind of girl I always wanted
When I was a little boy thinkin' 'bout bein' grown
Now that I'm a man, you come along
And I cannot
Are you not entertained?
Are you not entertained?
Is this not why you're here?
Uh, uh, huh
Turn the music up
Turn me down
Guru, let's go get
Wasn't for this music, I'll proly be dead
Instead I'm on top and I'm countin' this bread
Sittin' in the mansion, could've been in the feds
Drop
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