Lyrics:
diss Hypnotize
It's cause them haters ain't eatin', they on some motherfuckin' diets
A lot them is really sick, I think they got amnesia
'Cause
I'm Cadillac pimpin
[J-Bo]
Now as I grip and dive, I smoke on to keep a high
In the sky, as I emphasize the right to reply
With these words you
Used to watch mob movies as kids
He broke the code
I know my dawg work his wrist in the kitchen
He broke the bowl
Sell a half thang in the trap
Like
getting more cd and rate got lot of fans making this moving Chill about it doing My thang
Yo perfect but I didn't even need to be set up but I'm in
the parkin' lot
for his stash spot
[Juicy J]
No more gangstas in this bitch (this bitch)
With the tech's with the extra clip (extra clips)
And you know
the parkin' lot
for his stash spot
[Juicy J]
No more gangstas in this bitch (this bitch)
With the tech's with the extra clip (extra clips)
And you know
you had to get crossed up wit the laws)
A bitch can be a nigga's worst downfall
(Fuck all these bitches, fuck all yall)
(Juicy J)
They heard the album
Ready ready to tidal wave
I'm on one knee bent down
But not to tie my j's
I want yo mama
To see you in shiny things
Don't worry bout a thang
Come
motherfuckin' wow
Draped in some fuckin' ICE be ERG
or jeans with white motherfuckin tees
[Juicy J]
Ridin Heavy Chevy thang foot on the gas
sippin on that syrup
block
All they ever wanna do is talk about the kid
Vac seal hold a lot I be stuffin' them bitches in
I got seals not popped, I ain't sellin' it by the zip
New hardtop
Off the car lot
Hit the gas tires smoke like cigar shops
Make ya jaw drop
Bought it off the narc cops
Tax on the work we got them
unless they asked us
Where we going kid
Holding shit, maybe like a stake
In the company, big dog
Thats why these niggas come for me
Pack of juicy j's right
Money talk a lot
Thế nên anh bước lên shoot mah shot
Mấy thằng cu nó muốn thấy được sự khác bọt
Không cần nói cung tự khắc nhột
Im making mah move
nothing unless it's the thrill
No glove, she loving the feel
Nasty natty put the perc in her butt
Lil dirty slut
Juicy J, I don't say no to ratchets
Smoke
I'm tryna practice better thangs, & better ways
Plenty nights up in the trenches we had prayed for better days
A nicca use to wear the Shaqs & chucks
To some niggas life is a game and trying to get money is the prize by
Any means so stay on bended knees and ask god for protection from predators in
'veux c'est enjoy le travail qui m'feed
Si y veulent pas m'employ, faudra j'aille chez Sears
Shit
Can you, really
Blame me?
Souhaiter l'minimum de cash pis
Sell
the lot to the bungalo
Where I run up and hoes do shot right up the nose
Come up with those, by the way now girl, now I know you ain't finished
When
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
characters
$100,000 cars now how you gon laugh at us
(Repeat chorus 2x)
(Juicy J)
First I want to grab a nigga by his neck,
Drag him to my fuckin set,
Take
fuck
Guess I grew up in tha fast lane
Infatuated wit' tha finer thangs
At tha mall we would window shop
At jewelry and diamond rings
Respect, we
Mike Jones!
(Yes sir, DJ Paul and Juicy 'J' productions)
Yeah, Mike Jones!
(Swishahouse, Mike Jones, yeah! Hypnotize Minds)
[Chorus: Mike
in it
Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it
The trunk got a body in it
Niggas be like he bodying it
Ziplock full of J's
Closet full of J's walking on my
When i remain selfish
Sexy grown thang
Gotta a lot of change
Paved her own way
Made her own way
Eating off yall niggas who really gay
To happy like
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