Lyrics:
some new shit, so better get up on it
When you see me, tell a nigga how you want it
How do you want it?
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
harmin' me, no, no
Put a lil' hit on your head, they comin' to get you, they slicin' your throat
Put a lil' bitch in the bed, we goin' digital, wipin' her
wanna harass a nigga
Pass a nigga by but the outer
Look don't get no hit
See they own reflection when they tryin
To look in my tint
Project moving
run a train
Let's call the boys, let's run a train
You a virgin, yea right, but you liking me,
DJ Paul, Juicy J and my nigga Heavy see
Want
Oh, for the H-Town
Tonight I'm gon' make some money go
For the H-Town
Ladies and gentlemen
You're now listenin' to the Dirty South trillionaire
by your side
Riding like a Glock .45
Now, now you're lonely when you slide
(we could've been here together)
Tell me what money do, if it don't by
Slob on my knob like corn on the cob
Check in with me and do your job
Lay on the bed and give me head
Don't have to ask, don't have to beg
Juicy
funkar ju jättebra.
Javisst det är ganska ballt så där också
Javisst är det det
Here comes rubie jamie
Some people
respect that
So me I'm where that Reuger, that Pump and that Tech at
Some look at me I'm on now, I thought we was rich then
Shit man, but you had like,
arms around me honey
You make old Ray forget about everything
written by J. Dean [London UK]
and good to go
My friends think that I'm crazy, yo
Well, I'm about to get crazy some more
Cause every little thing you do turns me on
(You turn me on)
So me I'm where that Reuger, that Pump and that Tech at
Some look at me I'm on now, I thought we was rich then
Shit man, but you had like, twenty
to hold a nigga down in this country ass town
I'm used to smokin' chronic movin' pounds
They got a nigga on some, "Sir, yessir, left right left"
Throw me
Down by the river judge Simpson's walking around
Down by the river judge Simpson's walking around
Nothing shocks me more than that old clown
Some of you
[spoken by Juicy J]
Yes sir, once again it's on
Juicy J featuring Project Pat
Chronicles of the Juiceman
North, North Part 2
Raise your thumbs up, my
They riding with me
They are riding for me
They could die
I don't need closure by nobody
No fake I've got the real ones
By my side
Juicy how you feel
Send me some magazines (they won't let me out)
Send me some money orders (they won't let me out, no)
And pay me a visit baby (they won't let me out)
real deep
Drop off ya money hoe stop acting so cheap
Why ya hoin' on the streets for them god damn rocks
Get the fuck away from me hoe or ya ass get
and Baby J"
"Here come the Masterman and Baby J"
Hit it hit it
When we get on the mike we'll be number one
Even top D.M.C. and Run
Everybody's really
do
Watcha do, watcha do
Watcha do, watcha do
Watcha do, watcha do
(Juicy J)
Slob on my knob
Lke corn on the cob
Check in with me
And do your
and Baby J"
"Here come the Masterman and Baby J"
Hit it--hit it
When we get on the mike we'll be number one
Even top D.M.C. and Run
Everybody's really
my dogs knew her
Drip, drip, Lucy, Biggie, juicy
You talkin' to me Jack? You hatin', you know me
You nosebleed, I'm floor seats
Back on that ass
D'Ussé Keep It Wet & Juicy
D'Ussê D'Ussé Keep It Wet & Juicy
This D'Ussé, This D'Ussé Is Brought To You By My Brother Hov
I Need Every Single Liquor Store
tired of running
Gonna lay down on the floor
I gotta rest some time
So I can get to run some more
Yeah
She's comin'
She's comin'
She's comin'
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