Lyrics:
we Snoop to Tha Dogg Pound
Where I found Lost Boyz they were bringin' the noise all
Geto and Beastie Fat and Grease(y) Jayo/J.O.E. committed a Felony
Stayed with mom & pops was military/we got stationed in places shit could vary (for real)/Fort Stewart yeah right by Savannah/Hinesville I chilled
know I'm shining ****)
Imma boss break em off (Break them boyz off)
Imma boss like Slim thugga Meek mill or Rozay
Boss like Boosie bad azz or the boy J
it rain, Juicy J he be makin' it flood
Fuck it man I threw it all
She assed out never no drawers
That shit be good I would pass her the sack, bitch
DJ Paul and Juicy J-
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha niggas wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Talkin all that fuckin shit)
Coupe de génie by mon côté
Beyn d'la dope dans mon prochain
Sa mère la mit dehors y'est allé get un cossin
La y pop son neuf comme un poussin
Et pis sa
And change yo plans
It's the numbers on your phone
And numbers on your cell
Verse 2 Juicy J
I ain't messed up by messin crooked cowards
Wit a nigga name
dimples, Booty
Lookin real real juicy
Make a real nigga lose it
Bad lil body cute face, cute face
Look hour glass by the waist, by the waist
Head got
promise not to go deep, go deep
(69 Boyz)
shorty yo this for real
a brotha got a fresh lip on Bonneville
12:15 for the funky beat
Gucci tie and a Gucci
Aight look
Ever since I was thirteen
I been surrounded by hurt dreams
And fake niggas who threw shots, but none of that shit could hurt me
bitches for me
It's them dark skin Hershey Kisses bitches for me
Juicy J, I specialize in ratchets
Soon as I see what I want, nigga, I gotta have it
I
juicy, Murder Murder
Dick walk, Murder Murder
Let's talk, Murder Murder
I be talking Murder Murder
Why he talking Murder Murder
Y'all keep talking Murder
Lost a real nigga why you go to the station
Dam D-mars why these fuck niggas hating
Can't be pussy why god had to take 'em
Free my nigga Moe 25
mind 'cause I'm Juicy J
Throw, and I get a nine, tint all in my cars
Hoes acting hard
Blowing smoke on a broad call my boys like all aboard
Turn up
YA-KNOW-WHUT-IM-SAYIN
SHOUT OUT TO CROSS TOWN CONNECTION
AND THE TRINITY CREW YA-KNOW-WHUT-IM-SAYIN
AND 1-3-4 YA-KNOW-WHUT-IM-SAYIN
LOST BOYZ BACK STREETS WATCH FAM
pierres d'un coup
Laisses moi t'dire un truc
Yo for real j'suis Jim Morisson dans un magazine
J'veux l'Vivienne Westwood et la couronne du king
J'me suis
bring three, I got drugs, I got drinks
Bend it over, Juicy J gon' poke it like wet paint
You say no to ratchet pussy, Juicy J can't
Racks errwhere, they
Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil' Wyte, Chrome
Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the king of Memphis
Cock 'em up
she can’t fit in
Roll a juicy j, she be dancin till mornin
Bands all on her face, she the head of her money
O por O por
Stacking to the ceiling
Wanted dans la course
J'drive by
Sur l'terrain j'laisse d'la poussière
Bitch fake player sur la touche
Goofy boy
Crimson dans ton vocer
J'excelle
J'veux ma
nestál
Degeši dostali love na trapstar
Řekni mi jedinej důvod
Proč mladej satan by s tím měl přestat a
Já makal a nespal bra
Neprosim o fame
A přesto mě
Do you know him
His name is Jesus
Do you know him
His name is J, E, S, U, S, J, E, S, U, S
Do you know him
His name is Jesus
Do you know him
His
no game I play when it come to D
And if you get it from me then you getting dope D'd
We looking for them J-Lo booties, big ol' ass, round and fat
Let
Dis, dis, d-dis, dis, dis, d-dis
Dis, dis, dis, d-dis, dis, dis, d-dis
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me
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