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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

bunz, bunz bunz (sh-she got)
bunz, bunz bunz (said she got...)

I like big bunz and I can not lie (lie)
so if you got some and I see you walk by (by)
I'm

How We Roll

Slab House DJ's

Twanked Out Down South

2004

[Juicy J]
Why I'm devoted to this game
Where they slang
And they gangbang
North North mayn
Wit them curls and them gold thangs
Lemons wanna step to a playa

gotta show titties
I ain't tripping nigga, this your city
(Like, Like, Like)
What the fuck we gon' do today?
You Stevie J, I'm Juicy J
We turnt up,

hoping that you trap
I'm just hoping you try to try me
Get drag around by your suit tie
You can catch me in the foreign city
Where they don't even know I

money go stupid
I'm good in the hood like kool- aid
I don't play by the rules yeah
I been acting like I'm boosie
Thick baby show me that booty
White girl

knows they not on they toes
All these niggas on stand by
I don't keep no gang close
I know they a end me if I let em get close
Me and Juicy J we addicted

With mace by the waist so ya dogs cant sic’em
Or bow wow, yippee yo, the dogs chase kitten
Maybe cuz, ladies love like I’m Cool J Smiffin
Wesson Eastside

Get High to This

Lil Wyte

Doubt Me Now

2003

and they never had ta scrap

[Juicy J]
He wore a vest so we shot him in the neck
Made his body cold left from red and wet
Body curved up like a cornrow

bar so dope that's juicy J on the track yeah
Bitches so fine they serving me slurpy right in the middle of camp yeah
Watch 'em get the mulla, said

Who it is I'm that man though
And I gotta get turnt cause you know that's mando
Another day I just made a couple bands though
No juicy j but these bands

and bro fed his
Had a dream like MLK that feds let a young nigga beef
She bad, she can't be bae cah bands make her dance like Juicy J
She made for

locked up real young
He had some coke in his shoe
I go back to my roots and puff the jay like juicy
I come to rock the bells cause I’m LL no cool J
My

Bumping Ramon Ayala all through Lacoste
Yelling Juicy J hoe when you pass by the house
All the homies know what I've been talking about
Busting guns

speak to you
They call me J.O.E. I play no games
I'm one them S.O.B's from the S.O.S gang
I said you're pretty fine, out of ten you're a dime
With that

przyjaźni to nie rap dla kundli
W kolorowych kapeluszach
Dziś w polskiego Juicy J’a
Wjeżdża przeogromny kutas
Śmieje się ulica z jego wirtualnych braci
Siedzą

green and that white
Buckin in the club showin love
To the Kaze clique cause we in this bitch
Juicy J and Paul got some sounds
That'll make a thug rich