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Let Me Find Out [Remix]

Juicy J

Let Me Find Out

Let me find out, Juicy J's your girl's favorite rapper
I'mma fuck her all night and I'mma give her back after
I ain't hand cuffing these hoes like

Game's Pain

The Game

LAX

2008

you there like B.I.G took niggas to New York
"Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York
And that's real shit blazed the Philly
It's summertime

Logic
Talk shit, get hit, nigga
This is a world premiere
Logic, Juicy J, College Park
Takin' 'em back to 2011, my nigga

It's a good day (good

all up off that juicy j
all up off that juice & gin
careful now you might lose your friend I'm straight up off that goose again 
umma smoke and then

boom-boom-boom.

[Refrain]

Mon cœur est pur, mon cerveau noir.
J'apparais la nuit comme les étoiles.
Comme le soleil après la pluie j'refais surface.
Mais j

postin' all these cars, don't post no paperwork (what that paperwork, nigga?)
I'm from May Block, that's how you know my Draco work (boom, boom, boom

dit que j'ai serré (ah, oui, oui, bye, bye, bye, bye)

Tends pas la main, ça va t'la couper (oui)
Faits divers, drive by avec Mini Cooper (boom

My Man

Santana

All That I Am

2005

Boom Boom Boom
Santana's in the room
Boom Boom Boom
Mary J's in the room
Boom Boom Ba-Boom Boom
Big Boi, Beat Bullies let's ride

[Chorus: x2]

When Will They Shoot?

Ice Cube

The Predator

1992

I'm relaxed
Grab the St. Ides brew so I can max
Sittin' by the window 'cause it's so fuckin' hot
And then I heard a shot (boom!)

""hell yea"" (hell yea)
If you believe in having sex say ""hell fuck yea"" (yes sir)

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Shawty throw me that ass, hold up let me see it

Ooh-wee, she got that booty
What type of boom-boom, that bass that I like
I said, "Who, me?" I keep it juicy
So better hold on, hold on for dear

Block Wars

Game

Block Wars

2016

through and they bust first
We killin' everybody that night
Block wars, we 'bout that life
Scuffed J's and them fist fights
Dead bodies on dead bodies

Grrt
Boom boom boom (Jordan, is that you?)
Cloccs, more breesh, more breesh
That shit forever, nigga
(Shh) yeah, y'all already know nina Fever,

[Talking-D.J Paul and Juicy "J"]

[Chorus 1:]
[Juicy "J'']
If you ain't claiming G-D
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming V-L
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If

Drive-by, wari, shooter, wari
J'te fume, j'te smoke, c'est ça, la vie
Shooter, wari, drive-by, wari
J'te fume, j'te pop, c'est ça, la vie
Kra-krack boom

[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

as David Ruffin on coke
Dripping in Gucci
It's Gunday, eat these words and die
Surprise surprise
She's still the illest poet alive

Ayo (boom) Ayo fuck these

bass low)
I ride low (I ride low)
Used to tell her what you said, bro

Me, Juicy J, get too many hoes
Me, Juicy J, get too many flows
Clique

of nutrients
So juicy is your gluteus (And umm)
I'm entranced by the sway of that thang
Wanna play in that thang
Spend a day in that thang (But umm)
Thats enough

it to you (cash)
We the mob, you violate that, I gotta shoot you
Send some rockets through you, hollow tips poppin' to you (boom, boom, boom, boom

500 Pounds Good Gizzay 
Music & Lyrics by Loyce P. Huston, Joyce A. Huston 
Published by Lady J Huston Music 

I got 500 Pounds Good Gizzay
I'm gonna

saying that she all mine game so I play along juicy ass turn boy short to a thong fucking to one of my song so wet all night off white

From house slippers

fell out his fur
Like J-Rock, you was by my side
Hurt my heart when I found out you lied
Got a new girl, she don't know I like
Step on the phone, we stay

Man U Luv Ta Hate

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Return of the Bumpasaurus

1996

Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate
Eat a big 'ole snake

It's