Lyrics:
Capitalism is so real
The same people that sell the sickness sell the pill
The pharmaceutical companies in cahoots with bad meals
The same people
Juicy J he ride, it's the gang or die
The game will stress you out but that's what this dubie is for
You acting like you know me now
Never knew me
ever seen (yeah)
Mostly heard, sell a bird off the cizzurb
And when we dip, we hop and then we swizzerve (woo)
A lot of homies like to wear
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
me squeeze it, let me squeeze it
When she take it to the floor, I want to hit it from the back
Let me squeeze it, let me squeeze it
Juicy J is pimpy
don't sell that shit round here doc"
They bout four cars deep, sittin in the Croger parkin lot
But we know when they comin, 'cause money bark a lot
Mafia, Insane Clown Posse, and Twiztid!
[Juicy J]
We used to... We used to.... We used to rob for them petty things,
like a gold chain, know
at the Grammys, Tom Ford to my feet (ah-ha)
Boss on the avi, Rihanna screensaver
Whenever you see fat boy, I know it mean paper (we trippy, mane, uh)
Juicy J
they're trying to do with radio, with this, uh, McCarron-Walter
Act and a lot of other ways, is start by saying that they're
protecting the public from
jump your pretty ass in my car in my car girl
[Juicy J:]
I'm smokin on some Taylor shit
Lookin for a festive bitch
Ridin on twenty sixes my pockets
[Juicy J]
I can make that thang wet like a sponge bob
Wishin that she present I be standing man that's so hard
We got all the haters in the club and they
nicks
By 15, I got a felony by 16
I got my driver’s license start using
J’s car to pedal lean
College Park that my stompin’ ground
Used to trap out
on the wall now nigga
now tell me what you think about that look me in my eyes
and tell me nigga bitch bitch bitch bitch hoe hoe hoe nigga
{Juicy J
Yes sir, SwishaHouse!
DJ Paul and Juicy J productions
Paul Wall, Swishahouse, Hypnotize Minds, Three 6 Mafia!
It's goin down
[Chorus: x4]
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
on game, who didn't know the true form
Of pure evil, so visible, so I keep a lot of vision
Every night I try to read your mind and see what's in your eyes
the infamous sparking all these hoes
Interest as we enter this
R&b with a twist j.e. is what it is
Now tell me baby can you handle this
A lot of ice on the wrist
Oh, oh, oh
It's hard times
We strugglin', tryin' to get by, tryin' to get by
Tryin' to get by, whoa, whoa
It don't stop (don't stop)
Always
ghetto hoe, big ol' ass like J-Lo
Club packed, like a Detroit hair show
Dug that, she can teach the wind how to blow
She can teach frosty how to snow,
5, no less than 4 on a slow day, call Vegas and bet
By the way, if you a winner, I'm the one you should be with Hit J
Tell them n***** to bet against
by tomorrow
But she take chance with the risk she already know
I roll in
Hurricane thought that season was over
In her thang switching lanes
Holding
for
Imma have you wanting more
I Go by the name Daniel J
We Finna Get Into Some Thangs
Aye, Aye, Aye
This gone be your favorite song
Girl when this
doin' is somethin' a nigga not doin'
I grew up to Em, B.I.G., and Pac bitch, and got ruined
So until I got the same crib B.I.G. had in that Juicy vid
green blinging on them twenty thangs
Heavy niggas dropping weight while Juicy J be running trains
Whats the business strictly pimping all them freaks I
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