Lyrics:
It's been a while since I spit on a track
Liftoff nigga
Liftoff
It's been a while since I spit on a track
Too busy making beats
cin't got no time
a science class bucket
She in to tough talkin now that 50 got on
Quit fantisizing bout that man, and live on
You ain't neva be hard, yo mammy titty fed you
I came out the basement
Flyer than all of you niggaz, now I'm in a spaceship
Can't wait to get to the money bitch I've got no patience
Since 20/20
LOVING ME
LOVING ME
LOVING
LOVING ME
Niggaz say I’m low
Well, low is still a rating
Certify da bro
And I don’t give a fuck about
Ur road affiliations
by the bar
So I buy the bar
Turn the bar to a party
We all takin shots like Kobe
Got all, these bitches lookin at me
I see 99 problems but it ain’t 1
"How you do me this way?"
Got me cryin' rivers like Timbaland and Timberlake, yeah
They call me Juicy J, straight up out the Three 6 Mafia
Ghetto
"How you do me this way?"
Got me cryin' rivers like Timbaland and Timberlake, yeah
They call me Juicy J, straight up out the Three 6 Mafia
Ghetto
the side of the juicy
Cheeba queen, [Incomprehensible] jeans, state to state
An' she got the nerve to fuck me all mean
While I rock all green by all
Two shots, whispering in your ear
I got one shot, one shot to love you all night long
Yessir, Juicy J
Bartender 'nother round on me
Two or three
ya set, yell out ya set, yell, might as well
get it CrazyNDaLazDayz
stay blazed, take slaves, dig graves, bitch don't play die
{Juicy
(Hey) Throw those deuces up
And add a six on it
Call me Yung J O C I'm bout to spit on it (yeah)
I'ma put it on her (yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her
The hood got three lanes, Life, Death, or entertain
Now sellin's the life. In that box is the D-word
In that house by the lake wit the yacht is the Keyword
I kno
Always had jokes
Then I got Bread
Made a little Doe
Now these motherfuckers
Calling me bro
Niggaz I never lived with
Wanna be bros
Dudes I had
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
remember days
I got demon ways I’m just trying to get saved
Yea trapping in my J’s ain’t got time to get laid
Yea closes by my side girl you feel like my
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Yah, she freaky, freaky deeky, didn't ya see her in a bikini
Porno movies we got plenty, and ya know they smoke them beenies
For
I’m far from timid, far as spitters just a small percentage
Are actually driven enough that they can cause collisions
I got no problems admitting I’m
leaving she love me
Problem I'll make it convenient
I ain't wasting my time I mean it
Live by the code redeem it
Like a preacher it's gospel I'm speaking
problem
The dude was talking shit when all I wanted was to rob 'em
But don't worry boss I got 'em
[Bugzy Bogart]
Just then PV walked in
Talkin' about how
Karl Wolf Juicy J Three 6 Mafia
It's going down
UGP
Let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go
Ooh
Hey
Ooh
Hey
Ooh
Hey
Ooh
My ear is
keeps
Don't be confused by my look
I got something up my sleeve
Ask me if I got it, fuck you mean
I'm surrounded by gorillas, and all you niggaz look like
[Ja Rule]
Uh, uh, yeah
We back up in this motherfucker
Murder Inc
Ha ha
I go by the name of the Rule
You know
Got my nigga Chink Santana in
you at, then ya ass is got
[Chorus]
[Solomon Childs]
We bringin' back the Twin Towers, 20-0-3, crack game electronic
Conceived with slow jams by
What's popping brand new kicks Just copped them
I might wear Em like once then box em
Treating bitches like calls just drop em
No problem
Body beats
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