Lyrics:
the semi
Mafia shit with Juicy J sippin' Henny
I got Mastro money, boy, your pockets on Denny's
I hit the beat machine, get cream for the whole team
[talking]
Even though we all thugs
Don't judge us by our action, but judge us by our heart
The wicked, spies upon the righteous
God blesses the man,
shit is j rolled
We out the trenches, northside
Get em bags that's your right
They all say they got my back
What you saying lazer tags
Double gees they
York
"Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York
And that's real shit, blazed the Philly
It's summertime, shout out to Will Smith
'Cause who
shit only show them real niggas you don’t really want it
So keep calm and get money
[Verse 1:Juicy J]
30 block, 30 rounds, AK 100+
Better know it’s
You ain't no match
But this is kerosene
From the front row to the back
You can hear em scream
And all that shit you talking won't fly
But here's a pair
Let me
See it
Good
Googlly
Mooglly
That
Ass
Is juicy
Hit her
From the back
Bop Bop
Pop Pop
Pulling
Twisting
On me
I control her
She bent
Over
Arch
growing up
Big homie from the hood got me throwing up
Gang signs from the westside
Northside, body bags widda Fo Five
Toe tags for anybody competing with me
the fuck are we
Skip down
Don't change up
Still the same from 1990
No taps
Transfers on the RTD bus
Cats be acting sus
I got one last message
I got one
On Bullard and Maroa right down the street from the studio we at right now
It's good though niggas grow everyday get better and better
As we more influenced by
sweet from the
Thighs to the cheek
Sex on the beach
Check the size of my meat
Call me the butcher
Ludacris King Ding-a-Ling
Sheet smusher
Sweet
dollar
[Juicy J]
Back when I was broke
didnt nobody wanna fuck wit me
hangin wit my nigga D.
Magic in this property
snipers gaurdin niggas
wit them
A,B,C,D,H,I,J,K
Skipping over letters
Like I went from broke to overpaid
Yeah
Somebody keep a watch out for the OPPs
Yeah I don't play (yeah)
Yeah she say Brandon
Haha, you dumbass
Yeah, Juicy J AKA Da Juice up in this bitch and I'm out
Yeah, this Lil' Fly up in this motherfucker
Straight from funky town, ho
That's pure gas in the j I flick my ash in the tray
I get them bitches out the gate you gotta ask for the play nigga
Surrounded by real niggas that keep it
getting sucked like a thumb
Boy I'm in a daze, tangerine haze
I smoke so much KK they should've called it Juicy J
Bombay and lemonade, weed get the lemon
getting sucked like a thumb
Boy I'm in a daze, tangerine haze
I smoke so much KK they should've called it Juicy J
Bombay and lemonade, weed get the lemon
Play me some pimpin mayn yessir!
Juicy J featuring Gucci Mane and Project Pat!
Darlin, ' Darlin, ' babyyy
I'm so hood, 30 inches on the Chevrolet!
to feel how low I go
That's low low, I get low
Call me nice like I'm juicy
That's big talk, I go and change the color on ya mood ring
You been soft, I been
(Juicy J)
For all the dirt
That I did to my wife
Forgive me lord
Each and every night
Croked cops
Pull a gun don't fight
Blow you away, leave you out
I'm known to be the Damager
Juicy J the couple hour bangin bangin Standarler
And I don't pump no hoes off up in my rubber like you Scavengers
Niggas, south side niggas world wide
I'm a north side baby let me talk about it
Look
Look
Hey this a west side baby
From the land of the no
Where
game from J
Yet, similar to Jay
I'm gone do it my way
Stay regional if you may
And watch me skate off to the top
Blowing paper in fifty states
I'm gone
to the coastal and every ghetto
Cats willing to make it up at any level
Right from Cali to J-Town
And every city where they really hold the game down
My knuckles
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