Lyrics:
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
Chant our mantra of morality
Until your throat is sore."
A feast of knowledge this contrite
Could not suppress his appetite
"Please sir I want some
[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
enormously, Sir!
First words don't go in the top drawer
Scofflaws, taxidermied fasion fox paws
And rock watch dogs, from live at the cat climber
Where I
listeners the same glimpse (let's go)
If you can't abide by the rules
Then you make new ones
Ya man made a dollar, you jealous
Just make you one
How you had
his new Mercedes Benz.
He's smoking on a Cuban
While mine blows out the tailpipe.
Some get rich while the rest get by.
Chorus
The rich keep getting
clothing is more than a warning
Bla-bla-black sheep, have you any soul?
No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals
Jack, be nimble, Jack, be quick
to push my record gold
Keep money comin' is somethin' but what's the real earning
I blaze the weed and love it to keep the wheels turnin'
So what's up
stopped hoopin' I been pimpin' pens!
Now I'm surrounded by these bitches like I was pimpin' Ken!
Lookin' for a bubble butt, tryin' to bust a couple nuts!
know I'm buried with cash
My tomb is the train for the soul
My rap bars are solid gold
My real thoughts elusive, you can't hold
My real shapes are
cause this club about to get litty
We’re bringing to the stage the baddest bitch in the city
She came out freaking to an old song by Diddy
Her booty
"Bruh this sounds like some elevator music haha"
*Ding!*
"Which floor sir?"
"Top floor"
Going up like an elevator
Top floor shit i ain't look down
In
(Zu Hälfte Monster, zu Hälfte Rockstar)
(Zu Hälfte Monster, zu Hälfte Rockstar)
(Yeah, Kira on the phone!)
Ah, they call me Sir "Don't give
apples
Likewise a gay gold diamond ring
And a lily with colour as red as blood
She enticed this little boy in
She took him by the lily white hand
And she
má' pa' yo seguir rulay (let's get it)
Me tocó el turno, ya salimo' 'el stand-by (yeh)
Hoy voy pa' la calle, lógico, un flow exótico (eh, eh, eh)
a girl
What makes you think that you won't sink
My name is tex and I'm like a hex
My playground is the world
Basic turned her gun to gold
Soon had it
Death by fire, I make you expire,
I told you I was sane, but you knows i'm a liar
I'm never ever gonna fcukin retire,
You can call me sir, or you can call
quickly
See a couple more not finished by inches
Ya never know what’s hidden past senses
Seen a lot of robots circulating
It was fun though.. but I don’t
File transfers and we sending e mails
And I ain't even trying to get into details
Walking by myself and I
Leave with your female
My MySpace messages got
Absolutely, sir
This is indeed the best steak on our menu
This was naturally grown on Grayson Farms
In Pocatello, Idaho
These are perfectly marbled
the mail, quite excited
It read "My dear good Sir, you are cordially invited
To a dinner with the King at his royal palace
Feel free to bring nothing
But your
record gold
Keep money comin' is somethin' but what's the real earning
I blaze the weed and love it to keep the wheels turnin'
So what's up partner you
the rover
Gold or diamonds watches I can't choose my wrist bipolar
Keep my moves on covert
Catch me lacking? No sir
Talk down then it's "FAH FAH"
Talk down
the dollar sign, I thought I told you niggas
I learned the game by watching Diddy and clocking Hova figures
Dinero here to set the tone this shit is motion
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