It's the first in the month in the club I'll...
I got money in my hands, I like to watch the dance!
Open up that, open up that, open up that drink!
Open up the drink, put that in my cup,
Standing on the furniture, now we're turning up,
Since we party, since we party, party!
Damn son!
Where is you part now!
It's the first in the month in the club I'll...
I got money in my hands, I like to watch the dance!
Grow our party...
And I'm always on a,.. act like Jessie James.
Man I love... I'd like to screw my fans,
I'm a let her get me... do it with no hands!
I'll keep her burning in my pocket and...
And if you violate me I'm a pull the trigger, man!
[Chorus:]
Open up the drink, put that in my cup,
Standing on the furniture, now we're turning up!
Since we party, since we party, party!
Damn son!
Where is you part now!
Open up the drink, put that in my cup,
Standing on the furniture, now we're turning up!
Since we party, since we party, party!
Damn son!
Where is you part now!
Standing on the furniture...
I don't need it, I don't feel it...
Cause it's covered up,
We got the whole club covered up!
Killers... you see them, we see them...
Me in VIP I got a...
I'm intoxicated cause around me they started doing up,
Get them out of here! My gang give me a new boss!
... haters like a free...
[Chorus:]
Open up the drink, put that in my cup,
Standing on the furniture, now we're turning up!
Since we party, since we party, party!
Damn son!
Where is you part now!
Open up the drink, put that in my cup,
Standing on the furniture, now we're turning up!
Since we party, since we party, party!
Damn son!
Where is you part now!
Looking like every day's my birthday,
Come home Max, it's time to kill him in the worst way!
What you want, dick?
Well, let me sabot you,
Now I'm in the club, there's no... like the... do!
... louder than the opera do,
And if she says she don't like me then she probably do!
And where the club is, she gonna wait for me?
[Chorus:]
Open up the drink, put that in my cup,
Standing on the furniture, now we're turning up!
Since we party, since we party, party!
Damn son!
Where is you part now!
Open up the drink, put that in my cup,
Standing on the furniture, now we're turning up!
Since we party, since we party, party!
Damn son!
[Juicy J talking]
Yes sir once again it's on Juicy J featuring Project Pat
Chronicles of the Juice man, North North part 2
Raise ya thunbs up my nigg, it's on fool
[Chorus: Project Pat]
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga {*repeat 4X*}
[Juicy J]
North north in this thing and you know we runnin things
Everybody raise ya thumb, everybody show your gang
March in a cirle man, muscle up untill you strain
Project Pat and Juicy J, the niggaz wit them gold fangs
Yes we keep the lighted dope, and we house the freakest hoes
Then we ride to evergreen, on the block is where we post
Policeman can't stop us, I think they oughta to stop it
I'm talkin in that gheto english, sayin fuck the mobsters
Gangsta niggas walk up in the club, high as hell because we full of drugs.
What gang you claim/ the way they were them hats
Don't get to close be careful we be strapped
We put it on the map, we keep our gezees flapped
And if you see me in the hood you better give me dap.
I'm known as a veteran, my picture should be stacked
From smokin sin to Hollywood they wild over there
[Chorus: Project Pat]
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga. {*repeat 4X*}
[Project Pat]
If ya ain't from my hood you can get the hell from round here
Cause we gon smoke hydro and we gon drink beer
It ain't no mu'hfuckin secret case we some thugs
It ain't hard, you can peep it we sellin drugs
So don't you cowards step wrong (Smith and Wesson)
These automatics have ya ass singin a different song
A mega blast from these rocks, got the track jumpin'
A North Memphis nigga sell dope I'll tell you somethin'
Ya car bumpin ridin clean and you see me bold
And now you wonderin why we kickin in your back door
This ain't no suburb my nigg this the ghetto, and you gon come through
Flosin like a prettey hoe
A no no for you off, turn her on niggaz
Show some love or you will meet them chrome triggers
We smokin bud, sippin syzerp, and poppin pills you need some work
Come on throgh we got the best deals
[Chorus: Project Pat]
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga {*repeat 4X*}
[Juicy J]
I done lived in the North round the way
I done planted playa seed in the mutherfuckin bay
Hypnotize is the label that you don't wnt to hate
I done een niggaz make, I done seen niggas spray
Brothas on the same block till his hair turn gray still all about a hustle
Punchin clock no way. The police hit the block, swallow rocks throw the hate
Still on the same block the next fuckin day
Project Pat was up
[Project Pat]
Jimmy jimmy cocoa puff you know how we roll
Niggas is gon get shot up trippn wit this north
Ridin up (beside you) dog pullin up them logs
Squeeze on this trigger, empty clips then reload
If you got beef, my nigga you better bring it
The hood buck as hell, the police couldn't tame it
Inhalin palm trees something you can hang wit
Hydro wit red hair something I can slang trick
Killa Klan (8x)
Chorus: Killa Klan Repeated – North Memphis, South Memphis, ATL, Chicago
(cities differ for each chorus)
[Juicy J]
Late last nite, I was in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' about project pat, and what the fuckin jury said
Givin' him what they gave him, then they put him in handcuffs
Motherfuck dem laws, I'ma make you put yo hands up
Don't cross the line, yellow take the police brand up
Outside the court, Norf Memphis and we klanned up
I can be a leader, bring the heata, like a farakhan
I can be a terroist to the government like a taliban
Long as ya black, and ya wrist they put they targets on
Watchin' niggas every move, tappin' niggas cell phones
Don't, Fall, for the okay, Don't, Call, and I'll bring the dope
And we gon' smoke we till the break of dawn
Trapped in this hood where there ain't no motherfuckin bon
And to that officer I know your stompin' ground here
But If you ain't from my hood, get yo ass from round here
Chorus (2X)
[Crunchy Blac]
First I'm gonna catch the bitch
Then I'm gonna beat the bitch
Then I'm gonna bury bitch
Shouldn't of been talkin' shit
You knew who you was fuckin wit
Fuckin wit the fuckin best
She who you fuckin been
Now I'm aimin' at yo chest
This goes out to all of y'all
All of y'all be talkin' shit
Slip the clip up in the gun
Then commence to bust a nig
Bust a nig, at ya dawg
Watchin' you niggas fall
Screamin' out like a bitch
Mane that's just some petty shit
[Lord Infamous]
I'm into blood baths, I don't, fine I'll punch ya
I'ma hit yo ass wit the fuckin rocket launcher
Can you stand the pain, insane, bounty hunta
Stop long, see ya pulp, till ya unconscious
Throw you in the dumpsta, lord catch a conquer
Lord don't, pistol play jump up, if ya want ta
This is the unda, buried by yo momma
Not only do I murder mane I also am bomb ya
Chorus (2x)
[Juicy J]
Picture this, you a juror and you on the stand
And you about the judge the life of a black man
Young brotha from the hood made it rappin' and
Wit a knot in his pocket weighin least a grand
Here's the story he got caught wit some fire arms
By a crooked ass cop wit his siren awn
He was known as a felon made it bigga than state
The whole case turned fed made him lose his faith
Picture this, now the judge he got hatred for crooks
Because ten years ago he was appointed by bush
Republican white man, and he don't give a fuck
If the guns wasn't his that was found in his truck
Prosecutors, shady lawyers, mane who can you trust
All this palm greasy shit, mane it's bigga than us
Make you wanna be like fuck it hit the trunk of the car
Deliberation it was time for the jury to star
Killa Klan (fade out)
Chorus
My mansion is on 40 acres
Who da neighbors
Call me brain from the lakers
That ass paper
Call me brain from the lakers
That ass paper
(Repeat)
Big cribs lot of cars and women...
I don't tell you what I spend but my blood might
You pussy smoking weed forever put that money in my palms cause it... better
Hole real estate came with a lot of zeros how you do that mike?
Sold to a lot of people 0-30 made us all that's a lot of people
Now I got to be a crib that fit a lot of people
Chorus
Straight from the projects now I run maserati
The life of a magnum nigger I think I am shanghai
They feed me proof I buy what I chose
I stay for the... I throw it out and I am cool
Got all thirsty bitches think I am going pay them
You think you care but money it gets...
No need for... fans they all know who I am
Two models of rose two models of...
[Juicy J]
The Gangsta Desciples and the Vice Lords have teamed up
We gonna fuck the motherfuckin clubs up
The fuckin Liquids, know what I'm sayin
The D and D the spot, GD's! VL's!
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here
My niggaz, my hood, so you cowards betta fear
Man you hoes don't wanna clown
Man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown
If you do we beat ya down (X2)
[Juicy J]
The first nigga wanna step
Gonna meet his death
First I hit the nigga wit a right, then I swing a left
Kept on dropping B's after B's till I'm out of breath
Then I took a knife and cut the fool til he bloody wet
Boy you gon respect
Real playaz when it comes to that
Knowin this ain't slavery but nigga we gon hang your neck
How you gonna diss the check writer, hoe I am a threat
Shoot at your bitch ass like the killa know you scared of that, scared of that
Bring it on nigga to this motherfuckin M-Town
Click click boom then you feel your body fall down
Don't be trippin wit these Hyde Park gangstas
Robbers, killaz, dope boyz, rapists
Gangsta Fred, Heavy C, workin with that maintenance
Cut you up, wrap you up, leave ya ass stankin
Pimp slap ya ass, momma boy, fell the rugar
So fuckin sweet, I should probably call you sugar
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here
My niggaz, my hood, so you cowards betta fear
Man you hoes don't wanna clown
Man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown
If you do we beat ya down (X2)
[LaChat]
Now when I fall up in the club, I be yellin, smack a bitch
Steady mobbin wit a mug
Yeah this thug
Startin shit
Nigga what bitch, what?
Get the fuck up out my way
Throwin bows, pushin hoes
Lettin you know I'm in the place
It's whateva, get it done
Hope you cowards, got a gun
I'm a ride until I die
Makin bitches out here run
You can run if you wanna
Where you run is where you die
I'm a break me off a prada stick your ass in the eye
It's Chat, you got beef
All this animosity
Look here mane, I'm a aim
Shoot that thang
For playin me
You a killa
Bitch nigga
Never have you pulled a trigger
You got hoe off in your blood
When it rain, hoe you shiver
Have you ever seen a bitch come through the door and take the floor
Gangsta walkin, representin, 'cause a mack ain't goin hoe
Breakin laws, fuck the law
Keep them bitches out my business
I'm a shut this junt down, everybody gonna witness, bitch
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here
My niggaz, my hood, so you cowards betta fear
Man you hoes don't wanna clown
Man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown
If you do we beat ya down (X2)
[Frayser Boy]
What ya cowards wanna do, don't give a fuck bout what ya sayin
Pull a pistol on ya in a minute wit no delayin
Frayser Boy, I'm comin through
Nigga who the fuck is you?
Got yo nuts all pumped up, I'll whip yo ass til ya blue
Throwin that Bay up in the air
Nigga I don't fuckin care
Niggaz practice lookin hard, but ain't gon do shit but stare
Mean muggin in the club and
Bout to get yo ass drug and
I don't hide behind my words, I'll beat yo ass down in public
I'm the realest of the real
Betta ask yo fuckin peeps
Knock a patch up out ya head and stomp yo ass till ya sleep
Man this liqour got me geeked
You won't see another wink
I was in here tryna chill, now ya got me bringin heat
Take your ass up off ya feet
Leave yo body with a leak
Ring the bell, school's in, here's the lesson I'm gon teach
Better step away from reach
Ass whoopin you gon see
Have yo ass like decepticons hollarin retreat
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here
My niggaz, my hood, so you cowards betta fear
Man you hoes don't wanna clown
Man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown
If you do we beat ya down (X2)
RIP 2002
Get up bitch, get up bitch, get up bitch, get up
Get up bitch, get up bitch, get up bitch, get up
Get up bitch, get up bitch, get up bitch, get up
Get up bitch, get up bitch, get up bitch, get up
Juicy j be poppin, ya'll niggas watchin
I be smoked out in the Jag and the Charger
Juicy pull up watch your hoes start jockin
Don't be mad at me cause your mixtape floppin
And u see how I'm rockin, and this the shit that a stunna do
And u see I ain't stoppin, and this the shit that a stunna do
And u see me with money, and this the shit that a stunna do
Rubba bands full of hundreds, and this the shit that a stunna do
Bitches on my dick mang, bouncin on that shit
Like a pogo stick mang, cause I'm filthy rich
Jewlery game insane, diamonds glistenin
And u know I make it rain, I'm known for drizzelin
I smoke the best weed, then the ecstasy be gettin
With some orange juice, black chicks, & mexicans
I got some barbie bitches, yea I'm next to Ken
Nut all on they backs slap the cage bone
Superman that hoe
Juicy j be poppin ya'll niggas watchin
I be smoked out in the Jag and the Charger
Juicy pull up watch your hoes start jockin
Don't be mad at me cause your mixtape floppin
And u see how I'm rockin, and this the shit that a stunna do
And u see I ain't stoppin, and this the shit that a stunna do
And u see me with money, and this the shit that a stunna do
Rubba bands full of hundreds, and this the shit that a stunna do
Oh oh oh I ain't steppin on no toes,
I'm the true definition of mister steal your hoe hoe hoe - ha ha ha ha
I be killin all these haters, when I pull up in the stretch
I'm a let my full of paper
I ain't scared of nobody, got my goons on deck
They ain't fuck with no karate, they be packin them Tecs
I'm a smooth operator when it comes to this real shit
Mexicans, persians, even taylor swift shit
Juicy j be poppin ya'll niggas watchin
I be smoked out in the Jag and the Charger
Juicy pull up watch your hoes start jockin
Don't be mad at me cause your mixtape floppin
And u see how I'm rockin, and this the shit that a stunna do
And u see I ain't stoppin, and this the shit that a stunna do
And u see me with money, and this the shit that a stunna do
Man I get so much money, man I get so much money,
A nigga like me don't give a fuck about the price,
Man I get so much money, man I get so much money,
I gotta P. Diddy swag, and a Hugh Hefner life
Man I get so much money, man I get so much money,
A nigga like me don't give a fuck about the price,
Man I get so much money, man I get so much money,
I gotta P. Diddy swag, and a Hugh Hefner life
Man I get so much money, love a bunch of snow bunnies,
Take em to the crib, get em in the pool and then fuck em,
Take them bitches gamblin', and do some shit that Hammer did,
And go and blow a hundred racks, [?]
Foreign cars, push-buttons, anything to keep me stuntin',
Foreign chicks are freaky sumthin, pull it out she start suckin,
Bitch I got the best weed, Cali keep me puffin',
And I do alot of drugs, just like David Ruffin,
[Chorus:]
Man I get so much money, man I get so much money,
A nigga like me don't give a fuck about the price,
Man I get so much money, man I get so much money,
I gotta P. Diddy swag, and a Hugh Hefner life.
Man I get so much money, man I get so much money,
A nigga like me don't give a fuck about the price,
Man I get so much money, man I get so much money,
I gotta P. Diddy swag, and a Hugh Hefner life.
Man I get so much money, I ball like the NBA,
But I don't run down the court, I be on a paper chase,
Heard they got a brand new Lamb', I'm gon' flip dat shit today,
I'm gon' find miss Halle Berry, Flip dat bitch like Eric Benet,
15 racks, 20 stacks, in the strip I got to waste, money
Cause I can bitch, just for all you niggas hatin',
I love dem stripper hoes, pretty smiles all races,
And I would love to nut in any one of dem hoes faces,
[Chorus:]
Man I get so much money, man I get so much money,
A nigga like me don't give a fuck about the price,
Man I get so much money, man I get so much money,
I gotta P. Diddy swag, and a Hugh Hefner life, bitch.
Man I get so much money, man I get so much money,
A nigga like me don't give a fuck about the price,
Man I get so much money, man I get so much money,
Man I got that OG, keep the swishers on me
Bra I hope you know me, I get high
I can smoke up 3 pounds, eat a hundred weed rounds
I'm sipping on syrp now, I can fly
20 shots of vodka, I only drink ciroc-a
They call me Juicy J, tha number one pill popper
I will take yo chick and make that bitch work for this dick
Put coke up her nose I bet they have her turnin flips
She wanna fuck my car, money be in these ho's eyes
I'm so nigga rich, I'm a skeet in these ho'es eyes
Yo nigga talk that shit, he gonna get hit with that fo'five (.45)
I stay stupid high, I can't believe I'm still alive
I'm smoking and I'm sipping, I'm smoking and I'm sipping
I'm chilling with your bitch main smoking and I'm sipping
I'm smoking and I'm sipping, I'm smoking and I'm sipping
While she giving me head main Smoking and I'm sipping
I put her on coedine, welcome to the get high scene
She love a nigga gettin that money on the tv screen
She even fuck with them dope niggas working triple beams
Long as she's high and you keep the vodka and cali green
Wretched, wretched, bitches tell all your business
I'm a go across her face, Ike Turner pimpin
Leave you in the streets push her way on them sixes
I'm a dawg nigga main, smoking and I'm sipping
I'm smoking and I'm sipping, I'm smoking and I'm sipping
I'm chilling with your bitch main smoking and I'm sipping
I'm smoking and I'm sipping, I'm smoking and I'm sipping
Watching giving me here main Smoking and I'm sipping
I'm smoking and I'm sipping, I'm smoking and I'm sipping
I'm chilling with your bitch main smoking and I'm sipping
I'm smoking and I'm sipping, I'm smoking and I'm sipping
Slob on my knob
Like corn on the cob
Check in with me, and do your job
Lay on the bed, and give me head
Don't have to ask, don't have to beg
Juicy is my name
Sex is my game
Let's call the boys, let's run a train
Squeeze on my nuts
Lick on my butt
The natural curly hair, please don't touch
First find a mate
Second find a place
Third find a bag, to hide the ho face
Real name rover
I said bend over
I started to knock, then came the odor
Smelled like mush
Shouldn't had a woosh
Told her to stop, and take a dush
When she did that
I didn't want the cat
So I bounced out and never came back
Suck a nigga dick or something [4x]
My nigga D-Magic
Said he had to have it
I said just forget it, it's too crabby
I Know a little freak, in Hollywood
Sucks on dick, does it real good
She'll give you money, to feel up your tummy
House full of kids, parents all schummy
Once had her down, backyard ground
Hit it from the back
Enjoyed the sound
Lay on the cover
Always use the rubber
Till I got caught, fucking with her mother
She blamed it on me
We fought in the street
She pulled out a knife, so I had to flee
Called up the boys
Went to her house
Charged the whole place
Threw the bitch out
Police busted in
Where the niggas at
We left just in time, and never came back
Roll through the hood, waving at the freaks
Who's sniffing all the rocks, and smoking all the geeks
Made another stop
Police station
Saw a few cops
Drove by and sprayed them
Licensee tag number
A nigga said he saw
Bogus all the time
[Juicy J talking]
Yes sir once again it's on Juicy J featuring Project Pat
Chronicles of the Juice man, North North part 2
Raise ya thunbs up my nigg, it's on fool
[Chorus: Project Pat]
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga [x4]
[Juicy J]
North north in this thing and you know we runnin things
Everybody raise ya thumb, everybody show your gang
March in a cirle man, muscle up untill you strain
Project Pat and Juicy J, the niggaz with them gold fangs
Yes we keep the lighted dope, and we house the freakest hoes
Then we ride to evergreen, on the block is where we post
Policeman can't stop us, I think they oughta to stop it
I'm talkin in that gheto english, sayin fuck the mobsters
Gangsta niggas walk up in the club, high as hell because we full of drugs.
What gang you claim/ the way they were them hats
Don't get to close be careful we be strapped
We put it on the map, we keep our gezees flapped
And if you see me in the hood you better give me dap.
I'm known as a veteran, my picture should be stacked
From smokin sin to Hollywood they wild over there
[Chorus: Project Pat]
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga. [x4]
[Project Pat]
If ya ain't from my hood you can get the hell from round here
Cause we gon smoke hydro and we gon drink beer
It ain't no mu'hfuckin secret case we some thugs
It ain't hard, you can peep it we sellin drugs
So don't you cowards step wrong spit the west song
These automatics have ya ass singin a different song
A mega blast from these rocks, got the track jumpin'
A North Memphis nigga sell dope I'll tell you somethin'
Ya car bumpin ridin clean and you see me bold
And now you wonderin why we kickin in your back door
This ain't no suburb my nigg this the ghetto, and you gon come through
Flosin like a prettey hoe
A no no for you off, turn her on niggaz
Show some love or you will meet them chrome triggers
We smokin bud, sippin syzerp, and poppin pills you need some work
Come on throgh we got the best deals
[Chorus: Project Pat]
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga [x4]
[Juicy J]
I done lived in the North round the way
I done planted playa seed in the mutherfuckin bay
Hypnotize is the label that you don't wnt to hate
I done een niggaz make, I done seen niggas spray
Brothas on the same block till his hair turn gray still all about a hustle
Punchin clock no way. The police hit the block, swallow rocks throw the hate
Still on the same block the next fuckin day
Project Pat was up
[Project Pat]
Jimmy jimmy cocoa puff you know how we roll
Niggas is gon get shot up trippn with this north
Ridin up? dog pullin up them logs
Squeeze on this trigger, empty clips then reload
If you got beef, my nigga you better bring it
The hood buck as hell, the police couldn't tame it
Inhalin palm trees something you can hang with
Hydro with red hair something I can slang trick
[Juicy J]
Yeah, we high as a junt up in this motherfucker
I'm drinkin some fruit punch; that's belvedere vodka and cranberry juice
YouknowwhatI'msayin? The engineer high, everybody highhhhhhhhhhh
[Chorus 4x]
Smoke, smoke, smoke dat weed
Smoke, smoke, smoke dat weed
Drank, Drank, drank that liquor
Pop them pills, snort that P
[Juicy J]
Now I'ma go and do it like them white folk do
Get it from the dope man I.O.U
Called tootin snow but it's driftin soo
Menage-Trois awww mane dats cool
What's in the plastic? High ass dro
The hoes that fuck smoke all my dope
Now you the type of nigga, buy a hoe a rose
I'm a keep stuffin' coke up her hose
Columbian Cocktail Purie Snow
And take her to the bounce and let her throw some bows
And let her sip syrup and make her body slow
Then take her to a room, make her suck and blow
They act a damn fool with that acid mane
And put it on they tongue then they go insane
I think it's kinda wild, they be out the frame
But like the commercial, this is your brain on drugs
(eggs scrambling in background)
Whatch you know about them pill thangs
Have ya runnin' roud drinkin listerine
Doing bout a hundred cold switchin' lanes
Take a X pill then ya wanna bang
Get a little freak take her to your home
Stuck ya dick in with no rubber on
Three days later you be on the phone
Tellin' yo doctor "She Burnt Me Joe"
That's what ya get unprotected sex
Then ya took a pill called percassette
It might keep you calm, but your still a wreck
The key little shots keep ya in the mix
I know a young nigga out in Hollywood
Who said he got sprung off Dog Food
He stuck a needle in his arm Ouchie-oooo
And then it made him feel like Awwww-cool
[Chorus 4x]
Smoke, smoke, smoke dat weed
Smoke, smoke, smoke dat weed
Drank, Drank, drank that liquor
Pop them pills, snort that P
[Lord Infamous]
Scarecrow is the dictionary table of contents of drugs
If you describe it, I could tell you what the fuck it was
Now if your getting very drowsy, you feel very down
That must be heroine, I only sniff that Funkytown
The only marijuana that The Infamous will blow
Is purple koosh and white willow or I break down that dro
Dromo tabs and percassettes, just before i get out bed
Break out the bag of blow and take about four to the head
Lord must have his medicine, plenty yellow purple syrup
Purest herb, very perved, feel superb, to the curb
Snotting up them railroad tracks, mack having a heart-attack
Take a Xanex, put it back, bitches bout to get attacked
Sometimes I may get down with the crystal methamphetamine
Niggas stay up early, I will strain my eyes on your high beams
????????? ??? I stay high as fuck
Lord should take a piss test
I would melt right through the fucking cup
[Chorus 4x]
Smoke, smoke, smoke dat weed
Smoke, smoke, smoke dat weed
Drank, Drank, drank that liquor
[Intro: Juicy J]
You ain't gon' believe this shit (you ain't gon' believe this shit)
Get ready
It's goin down (nigga ain't gon' believe this shit)
Real north Memphis nigga in the house (real north Memphis nigga in the house nigga)
But check this out
so, uh, I had to go to the hood mane, take it back to the hood you know (to the hood) ya dig
I went to the short end of hyde park mane (hyde park)
Younahmsayin, met my nigga V Slash goin down (V Slash, goin down)
SHUTTHAFUCKUUUP (shuthafuckuuup)
[Hook: Juicy J (2x)]
You ain't hood
You ain't gangsta
You ain't tough
You ain't street
You ain't north north north north Memphis like me
You ain't ballin
You ain't swaggin
You ain't bangin
You ain't street
You ain't north north north north Memphis like me
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
We got them goons on deck (deck) dem choppas on deck (deck)
Don't violate these mafia niggas with dem hoe threats (threats)
We deep off in the club (club) you know we smell like weed (weed)
You know we dealin cash (cash) You know we sellin D (D)
You see us drankin goose (goose) you see us gettin loose (loose)
You know we ain't no cowards (cowards) you know that we'll shoot (shoot)
We see you lookin scary (scary) we feel you bout to leave (leave)
You reachin in your pockets (pockets) you rammlin for your keys (keys)
Somebody saw a strap (strap) this bitch started to holla (holla)
I mugged her in her face (face) I hit you with a bottle (bottle)
Now here come your goons (goons) all you hear is boom (boom)
When the smoke clears nothin but bodies in the room (room)
[Hook: Juicy J (V Slash) (2x)]
You ain't hood
You ain't gangsta
You ain't tough
You ain't street
You ain't north north north north Memphis like me
You ain't ballin
You ain't swaggin
You ain't bangin
You ain't street
You ain't north north north north Memphis like me (Yeah! Yeah! V Slash!)
[Verse 2: V Slash]
you ain't tough you ain't street
how the fuck your ass hood (hood)
I'm gangsta you ain't (you ain't)
let's get that understood (yeah)
I was raised in the projects
and these niggas know me (know me)
sellin 430 cross my chest to that blow
you ain't no-o-o-o-orth memphis like me (naaah)
you aint from the short end of hyde park like me (like me)
you ain't keep it real with your niggas dawg quit flagin
cause nigga if you ??? they will be out here stompin (stompin)
you don't fuck with juicy, paul and pat like me (naaah)
you ain't ??? ??? cook that crack nigga like me (naaah)
you ain't toss your main bitch with your click you a hoe (you a hoe)
plus I ??? ??? amateur i put that on the ???
[Hook: Juicy J (2x)]
You ain't hood
You ain't gangsta
You ain't tough
You ain't street
You ain't north north north north Memphis like me
You ain't ballin
You ain't swaggin
You ain't bangin
You ain't street
You ain't north north north north Memphis like me
[Outro: Juicy J & V Slash]
("north north" repeated throughout the outro)
[Chorus:]
Niggaz violate I let them [?] with it
I got the magazines and you can get your issue
You can get your hand shut and I ain't talking [?]
Six feet deep your family gonna miss you
[Repeats]
They are coming to your shit this is serious
You must be thinking Juicy J ain't that nigger [?]
I will pay you nigger 20 [?] to keep your [?]
Anybody wanna see you dead they know they are pitching in
All I know is the [?] in your heart I keep a [?]
All my guys all my killer team can be your best friend
You missed a kid, nigger I don't give a shit
Blown if they catch your [?]
[Chorus]
They are coming by your clock let them chop a shot
Nigger should know ain't no good about the world [?]
Nigger should have known act a fool will blow your ass up
Nigger should have known I got some glue to take that lights off
Walk upon your room to get a [?] to cut your head off
You don't even wanna know the gun that cut your [?] off
Want it to your face they're gonna take the [?] off
Don't you try to run they'll pull your gun it's gonna be real [?]
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Now I'm gonna tell you bout this flippin
When I ride down the strippin
Bentley rolls on these hoes
Couple months a nigga be flippin
And you always see me glistenin
Window down bumpin system
Some of these cowards out here hatin
Keep on hatin cause I aint finished
Just a nigga from the hood
Tryin to keep it to the good
Wit dem gangs run the street
And they push dem Cadillac woods
And dem fellas on parole
Tryin to keep them pockets swole
But we gotta trust dem gods
Neither one can save our soul
From these crooked ass cops
That'd be rollin down our block mane
Tryin to flip dis change
But they fuckin up my stock mane
Baby need sum shoes
And my broad need some weed
But I can't work no job
So I'm out hurr smokin weed
And I gotta keep on hustlin
Cause a nigga gotta eat
You can find me at the candy ladies
Slangin packs of P
Minimum wage five fifty
And they wonder why we deal
Why niggas always stressin
Drinkin liquor
Poppin pills
[Chorus: Frayser Boy] + (Juicy J)
The game aint the same, we done changed the game
Stay the fuck away from us, we don't fuck wit you ladies
The game aint the same, we done changed the game
Stay the fuck away from us, we don't fuck wit you ladies
(So I hit the dope, grab the glock, and the chrome, and the rocks)
(On yo block, in your fuckin face, hit this all off)
(So I hit the dope, grab the glock, and the chrome, and the rocks)
(On yo block, in your fuckin face, hit this all off)
[Verse 2: Frayser Boy]
Nigga I don't fuck witch you
Nigga u don't fuck with me
Dogg you talk behind my back
Just because the shit you see
Man you got yo bitch ways
Glocks up in ya just like a hoe
When you mention pimpin
Best believe it
My niggas let me know
All up in my niggas face
Got my name up in yo mouth
Don't make a nigga like me
Knock yo fuckin grill out
So you best chill out
Keep everythang on the straight
Don't be smilin in my face
And when I leave dogg you hate
When I see you man we sweet
Just before the shit go
Nigga I aint fuck yo bitch
So what the fuck you hatin fo
Ol shaky ass nigga
I aint bust a fuckin grape
Wanna throw sum fuckin bows
Nigga I'll participate
Leave the brakes off yo ass
Nigga you don't think I will
If you wanna keep some peace between us you better chill
Just because I don't talk shit
Doesnt't mean I wont bust heads
So don't let nobody else
Tell me bout some shit you said hoe
[Juicy J:]
Yea all these motherfuckers out here talkin' that motherfuckin' shit
Let me guess what you is my nigga, seeeeee!
[Repeat]
(Nigga we don't give a fuck 'cause we don't fuck with'cha kind)
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Once we drop, see you on the block
We gon' open shop, with' them thangs that they call them cops
Click, click, click, click, POP!
Don't you step, with'cha weak ass self, yes I know you hard
Three 6 Mafia got this Memphis, Ten. on the, the, the, the LOCK!
Say you real, I can't tell you real, I'll put down a mil'
Talk that hit, mang I getcha mang, shoo-shoo-shoot to kill
And he trill, and he know the deal, always packin' steel
Buckin' hollows for yo' chest to swallow, fe-fe-fe-fe-feel
[Verse 2: La Chat]
Nigga what bitch? what ho? fucked ya up
Get up, throw it up, better duck, 'finna buck
Cause I'm, 'finna put this lead to 'ya
La Chat gon' have to do 'ya
You bitches talkin' shitt-a
I'm a have to bring it to ya
I'm strapped up with' them Rugers
So slick, I'm known to fool ya
Hollow tips is goin' through ya
A bitch that love to shoot ya
What ya talkin' bout boy? that hoe?
That's me, I breathe this set you bleed
I'm a bitch that don't start shit
But killin' off all my enemies
[Verse 3: Crunchy Black]
Here I go again bitch, loadin' up them guns
Lookin' out for my enemies, bitch now here I come
Ain't no fuckin' with me, ain't no fuckin' with some
Some of my niggas, bitch we totin' guns
Lock and fuckin' load up, bitch we takin' ova'
Bust him in his shoulda', let 'em know they ho to us
Shouldn't of ran that fuckin' lip, talkin' bout that Tre shit
Get'cha self dealt with', real motherfuckin' quick
[Verse 4: Frayser Boy]
Nigga let's do it, let's pursue it if you got beef with' me
Trigger molester, nigga test us, run up dogg you gon' see
Reppin' that bay, carry that K, and will let loose on you sucka's
I keep it cocked, you will get shot, I'll bury you motherfuckers
This shit I speak, you best to peep it, fo' you end up a victim
This shit is real, don't need to steal, cause these bullets, I sent 'em
They comin' at'cha, this I bet'cha, hypnotizin' yo mind
I'm known to buck, don't give a fuck, cause I don't fuck with'cha kind
[Verse 5: DJ Paul]
Now it's one thing I ain't gon do, and that's be playin' 'round with some ho's
Now it's one mo' thing I ain't gon do, and that's be hangin' round' with some foe's
I'm kickin yo' ho ass out this clique
Soon as I see yo' ass ain't shit
Punch the clock out, get yo' Glock out, we can handle this
I'm meaner than yo' regular but try to keep it cool at times
You started war with' the realest niggas, but now I'm 'bout to change yo' mind
Change yo' face, shoot at yo' place, blow you bitch into outer space
Let'chu know that T-R-I-P-L-E-S-I-X don't play
[Verse 6: Lord Infamous]
I gotta' do this shit exactly like I have it planned
I want you dead, I want you killed, yo' heart be stoppin' man
I got to spill your blood, I want to feel it in my hands
And put yo' family in body bags and drag 'em in my van
I'm gonna teach yo weak lil' bitch clique how to do a crime
I'm gonna steal, but shoot you weak fucks for a long time
That's consequences, reprocussions, fuck with' one of us
Your death is signed, sealed, delivered by the Infamous
[Verse 7: Juicy J]
Roll, roll, roll your dope, ridin' down the street
Choppin' up that goody-good, and smokin' hydro weed
All these sheisty coward niggas, they can't get with' me
Talkin' 'bout they pimpin', slangin', mayn nigga please
They mad because that Juicy J be on they Tele-V
And have they baby mama hollerin', cryin' on her knees
I tell ya this my nigga, that the hater pays a fee
You gonna have to pay, when ya hate on pimp Juicy
(Nigga we don't give a fuck, cause we don't fuck with'cha kind.) [x4]
[Intro]
Man I'm fucked up like a motherfucker main.
[Hook]
This shit here will knock u out, knock u out
This shit here will knock u out, knock u out
This shit here will knock u out, knock u out
Show it down, pass it round, fuck a do, blow a pound
Smoking on that medical, that mean the weed is clinical
Better yet it's critical, weed shouts up by the stove
I'm so off the ground, half way through a pound
Biggy, Bobby baby I would never slow down
When you hit the bar, you ain't gonna hear a soun
What I'm soppin, got me tripping, lifting in the building
Blue drill my bag right, load it up with that gear right
When I'm on that burb sight, juicy j be so like
Seize that paper, king size, bad bitch, green eyes
Roll me up and get me high, she's known blow to keep her energized
Twisting and sipping, got me fucking up missing
In a hotel 3 hoes licking and kissing
[Hook]
This shit here will knock u out, knock u out
This shit here will knock u out, knock u out
This shit here will knock u out, knock u out
Show it down, pass it round, fuck a do, blow a pound
This shit here will knock u out, knock u out
This shit here will knock u out, knock u out
This shit here will knock u out, knock u out
What's the deal, pop the pill, run some solo, how you feel?
This that shit that got these rappers high
Juicy J be faded, you can see it in his eyes
New tripping, got his middle finger to the sky
I'm probably gonna smoke a million pounds before I'll die
Weed man just dip, tell him bring it back
I just smoked a zip and I need another pack
Box of blunts for breakfast and 2 more blunts for snack
The weed gonna stop but I ain't got another rack
More money, more trees, all loud, no seeds
Kush wax, no bees, smoking loud, overseas
Zip lock, full of dang, that's what a nigga need
Face looking like Chinese, your baby mama on me
[Hook]
This shit here will knock u out, knock u out
This shit here will knock u out, knock u out
This shit here will knock u out, knock u out
Show it down, pass it round, fuck a do, blow a pound
This shit here will knock u out, knock u out
This shit here will knock u out, knock u out
This shit here will knock u out, knock u out
Bandz hoe
Bandz hoe
Chorus: (x2)
I'm ballin' in the game, why you haters on the bench?
I'm tryin' to get that bill gates money, ain't talkin' about offense
I got plenty d but I don't mean defense
Nigga disrespect? leave his body with a stitch
These haters try to knock me but I ain't a dog
Green and white, homie I keep that 9 on me rondo
Old player with the heat, call me alonso
Shake a nigga dope and give a fuck if he was john doe
Got that dirty money spreadin' around like germs
Been blowin' this money from a long turn
I'm burnin' these bitches head like a bad purr
And I've known they put their mouth a whole lot of fern
Ball in on these haters, where my toothpaste?
And when I hit the club, I'm doin' it bombay
'Bout to run the whole game but I'm no running back
Beat a nigga so bad got him running back
Chorus: (x2)
I'm ballin' in the game, why you haters on the bench?
I'm tryin' to get that bill gates money, ain't talkin' 'bout offense
I got plenty d but I don't mean defense
Nigga disrespect? leave his body with a stitch
Head in the sky, got the booth full of clouds
Shorty come do something to make a nigga proud
Wrote a laker in my cup, that pessa in my rap
Get around the bitch here, you know it's a rap
They swallowed my kids that's why I don't have any
If I could make 'em from the mouth I'd have plenty
Got that million dollar swag, why you haters mad?
You niggas garbage, now where's the glad bag?
I'm live on tv, you haters watchin' me
She ain't a babysitter but your bitch watchin' me
I'm a charge 'er so bad she gon call off loud
Make her ass tap out, throw in the towel
Chorus: (x2)
I'm ballin' in the game, why you haters on the bench?
I'm tryin' to get that bill gates money, ain't talkin' 'bout offense
I got plenty d but I don't mean defense
Nigga disrespect? leave his body with a stitch
Bandz hoe
Bandz hoe
Bandz hoe
Bandz hoe
Bandz hoe
Bandz hoe
[Chorus:]
I promise I ain't sparin niggas, no, not at all,
Give a fuck [?] which ain't diggin' get it [?]
We can shoot all, we can fight, nigga we can do it all.
But I promise I ain't sparin nigga, no, not at all,
I promise I ain't sparin nigga, no, not at all,
Give a fuck [?] which ain't diggin' get it [?]
We can shoot all, we can fight, nigga we can do it all.
But I promise I ain't sparin nigga, no, not at all.
You niggas ain't hard, pussy niggas what you are,
You wanna hate on me, than you wanna hit my car,
You see me right through the street with some stupid bitches,
I'm smoking good homey, you niggas so [?]
I got a [?] for your ass, like the niggas [?]
Montana, plenty guns, plenty bananas,
Plenty goose, plenty [?]
[Chorus:]
I promise I ain't sparin niggas, no, not at all,
Give a fuck [?] which ain't diggin' get it [?]
We can shoot all, we can fight, nigga we can do it all.
But I promise I ain't sparin nigga, no, not at all,
I promise I ain't sparin nigga, no, not at all,
Give a fuck [?] which ain't diggin' get it [?]
We can shoot all, we can fight, nigga we can do it all.
But I promise I ain't sparin nigga, no, not at all.
I see the niggas mugging me, when I'm in the VIP
They can smell my real smoke and they know is Kelly,
I don't make so much money, bitches know who I'll be,
And I don't [?] so many drugs, I'm a need a [?]
And it [?] that you name you see a [?] got a key,
Step in my circle man triggers don't squeeze
They won't recognize your face, they don't need you ID.
[Chorus:]
I promise I ain't sparin niggas, no, not at all,
Give a fuck [?] which ain't diggin' get it [?]
We can shoot all, we can fight, nigga we can do it all.
But I promise I ain't sparin nigga, no, not at all,
I promise I ain't sparin nigga, no, not at all,
Give a fuck [?] which ain't diggin' get it [?]
We can shoot all, we can fight, nigga we can do it all.
Shawty I ain't trying to be to,.. the absence is yours
I just heard stories about that glorious inventory wondered to see what you have in store
I could be a freak if I need to be, I'm saying I could please your needs
... toys and things... cause they can't even compete with me
If I ain't precise and you ain't suffice and I make time if I got to
But before you get... at me, you need to get inside you
Wake up in my room, sat upon my mat
Woman gotta talk, I can hit it from the back
I can hit it from the back, hit it from the back, hit it from the back,
I can hit it from the back
Wake up in my room, sat upon my mat
Woman gotta talk, I can hit it from the back
I can hit it from the back, hit it from the back, hit it from the back,
I can hit it from the back
Hey, what to do love? Wassup, babe? Hold time, I ain't ready about the foreplay
I'm a just shoot like Marc Scorsay
See, understand my forte,
See, home makes you up, let me smell your make up
Before I break you off, can I taste your love and let you up
You always fuck before you go, let me make you come
I make that around like a force it, and I'm patient, I don't force it
And I ain't playing for your cushin, cause while they been on that bullshit
Got a tattoo with your ex man but I will make you say it's sure shit
That's my shit but I parle on her private, and I got this
Shawty go ahead, slide them, she ride it till she's tired
I inspire loss of pain, she's got that awesome shit, I pork em bitch until I pull her... in
Wake up in my room, sat upon my mat
Woman gotta talk, I can hit it from the back
I can hit it from the back, hit it from the back, hit it from the back,
I can hit it from the back
Wake up in my room, sat upon my mat
Woman gotta talk, I can hit it from the back
I can hit it from the back, hit it from the back, hit it from the back,
I can hit it from the back
I'm his 32 don't try to holler with them dollars...
Catch me popping bottles in the corner what about is it?
He wanna lick the kitty cat, got him playing...
Gotta get that paper, if you wanna get with it
I'm coming from a city dead, really like the doe we be
He... a heart attack life's with it he follow that
Cause I got the hardest rap, plus I spit the coldest blood
I be there on my tipsy toes,.. let it go
... question... we fly as fuck, bbs is in the chain
If you hear me, know my name
You fuck you would evade
Cock is some shrink, he name trying to holler less this dollar about a chain
Wake up in my room, sat upon my mat
Woman gotta talk, I can hit it from the back
I can hit it from the back, hit it from the back, hit it from the back,
I can hit it from the back
Wake up in my room, sat upon my mat
Woman gotta talk, I can hit it from the back
I can hit it from the back, hit it from the back, hit it from the back,
I can hit it from the back
Why lady, I love but you get smoke... down the... high
And want a ride in my car, she's sick of my dickbone drive
Long as she fuck above, I know... she's get fine
Longer she... wine
I like the way she dance, bounce that ass, break that back
Let me take my 2 fingers and play round with that pussycat
I know it's dripping wist, let's do it, let's take some patrol shots
If you can, jump on in, and ride my dick like I've never had done before
Do it like a stripper, anything you want I'm by the store
Call off the show on floor
You know I'm stupid rich but you can't be mine
And that nigger...
Wake up in my room, sat upon my mat
Woman gotta talk, I can hit it from the back
I can hit it from the back, hit it from the back, hit it from the back,
I can hit it from the back
Wake up in my room, sat upon my mat
Woman gotta talk, I can hit it from the back
I can hit it from the back, hit it from the back, hit it from the back,
I can hit it from the back
[Chorus] (Repeat 2x):
Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds coming cut-throat
Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds coming cut-throat
You didn't catch me with no blow and I don't own no
triple beams
And how you gonna charge me for some dope that I ain't
touched or that I ain't seen
Verse 1 (Juicy J):
I knew a thug that had a plug straight outta South
Memphis
but he a drug habit, he couldn't stop sniffin'.
I had my goons meet him, ready to buy about 20 bricks
Bring the summer time, ooh I'm 'bout to make a lick
Just like always man we had to check the dope
And he said, "It's all good, man you know we folks."
One of my goons called: "J man this nigga trippin'
I see about 50 pillows but the other 5 missing,
And this nigga nose draining like a waterfall,
I'm 'bout to get what I can get and make his heart
pause."
Just before I can get this nigga to calm down,
I hear a "Freeze!" and some shootin' in the background.
[Chorus] (Repeat 2x):
Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds coming cut-throat
Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds coming cut-throat
You didn't catch me with no blow and I don't own no
triple beams
And how you gonna charge me for some dope that I ain't
touched or that I ain't seen
Verse 2 (Juicy J):
This shit was on the news, the Feds busted all my goons
The nigga with the plug habit workin' with them fools
Packin' all my shit I heard some knocks at my front
door
"Come out with your hands up", so now I'm on the floor
It's about to go down they kicked the doors down
Guns at my head, U.S. Marshals all around
Tearin' up my place, nothing never was found
It's in the shotgun house, somewhere in Orange Mound
Interrogation they kept asking me my tele-code
If I don't tell 'em nothin' I'll get life with no
parole
But I don't snitch, hope you niggaz know the business
The wire taps is what they got but no witness.
[Chorus] (Repeat 2x):
Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds coming cut-throat
Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds coming cut-throat
You didn't catch me with no blow and I don't own no
triple beams
And how you gonna charge me for some dope that I ain't
[Chorus:]
I smoke a lot of weed, I pop a lot of pills,
I sip a lot of syrup, I drink a lot of beer!
Bitch, get me high!
Bitch, get me high!
Bitch, get me high! [x2]
When I be high as hell, I'll be by myself,
Ain't no puff, puff, passing through this shit, yeah!
I got a weed pipe, and it's self-made,
Stuffed with the best of kush call it grade aye!
Shit, purple in my cup, plenty crushed ice,
I gotta chauffer, cause I can see you right!
Cause my head is spinning, last night with women, roll round the whole hood bumpin something pimpin.
I got my dick sucked real pimp shit,
Skeeted in her mouth, real nigger shit!
Got her full of beer, got her full of liquor,
Then I drop her off, cause I didn't really dig her.
[Chorus:]
I smoke a lot of weed, I pop a lot of pills,
I sip a lot of, [?] I drink a lot of beer!
Bitch, get me high!
Bitch, get me high!
Bitch, get me high! [x2]
The blow, the pills, the cash, the herb
Man I got her moving slow, cause I'm sipping on syrup
Got me feeling right upon a on the curb get me feeling like a bird,
Man, I'm about to pop a pill cause this hoe getting on my nerves.
Put them like fucking! [?] smoke a bag
[?] I'm gonna call [?] so I can get another half
If a nigger can't smoke then I'm cutting that
Looking for them [?] so I could pass down,
[?] hey ain't calm him down, I [?]
If you ain't high like me, well I'll make you play.
[Chorus:]
I smoke a lot of weed, I pop a lot of pills,
I sip a lot of, [?] I drink a lot of beer!
Bitch, get me high!
Bitch, get me high!
Bitch, get me high! [x2]
Will you take me to the room, bitch?
Get me high!
How high!
Bitch!
I gets high!
We gonna get to the room and I'm a act a donkey I just popped three pills, man, I feel like a monkey.
Bitch, go get me some liquor, cause I gonna long dick you
If you gotta fuck a nigger, I feel sorry for you nigger!
I'm a beat it out the front, then put in your mouth, then turn you on your stomach and then hit you from the back.Wait! let me hit my yack let me swallow down this pill, smoke a blunt of that kush and then it is what it is
This is a night you don't remember,
When you're fucking with the V-slash
I'm something else with myself, when I'm high! Yeee!
[Chorus:]
I smoke a lot of weed, I pop a lot of pills,
I sip a lot of, [?] I drink a lot of beer!
Bitch, get me high!
Bitch, get me high!
Flip that bitch a few times, flip that bitch a few times
Mama always said
Flip that bitch a few times, got a brick in the trunk
You know I gotta get mine
Mama always said
Flip that bitch a few times, flip that bitch a few times
Flip that bitch a few times
Mama always said
Flip that bitch a few times, got a brick in the trunk
You I know gotta get mine
Mama always said
Flip that bitch a few times,
Never gonna sleep, never gonna fall, always on top, never gonna crawl
Keeping it moving, never on pause, picture perfect, never a flaw
Never afraid glock in my draw, making them racks, flipping them cards
Wherever yet, I stay at the bar, mafia nigga's, still in the jar
Making it rain, popping champaigne, give me the money, fuck all the fame
I be the nigga you lovin to hate when you're serious in front of them saying my name
Know you're the bitch, she giving me brain, back at the bus, back at the range
Back at my crib back at it again, but soon I as I nut she leaving my place hoe
Flip that bitch a few times, flip that bitch a few times
Mama always said
Flip that bitch a few times, got a brick in the trunk
You I know gotta get mine
Mama always said
Flip that bitch a few times, flip that bitch a few times
Flip that bitch a few times
Mama always said
Flip that bitch a few times, got a brick in the trunk
You know gotta get mine
Mama always said
Flip that bitch a few times,
Selling dope ain't easy, police watching you
Nigga's don't trust nigga's everybody wanna shoot
His blood is your blood nigga's don't know what to do
Always gotta have goons everything is bullet proof
Think about your main bitch she could be somewhere telling shit
While you're at the club stuntin, feds at yo resident
But you gotta hustle bro, junkies need there medicine
Never lose a customer, keep on stacking presidents
Flip that bitch a few times, flip that bitch a few times
Mama always said
Flip that bitch a few times, got a brick in the trunk
You I know gotta get mine
Mama always said
Flip that bitch a few times, flip that bitch a few times
Flip that bitch a few times
Mama always said
Flip that bitch a few times, got a brick in the trunk
You I know gotta get mine
Mama always said
Yeah, yeah!
I got a... bitch, see you down!
And a...
But I will never flip a nickel, I will never flip a nickel,
We keep them bad bitches, they got... on their nipples.
Moves that you kill,...
I let away... and slide down their pole.
I throw the money, I've been watching fall to the floor,
And you can get it on,...
Chorus:
She's a top... bitch, yeah, shawty...
Toasted down, get your hands... ,
Get your hands... !
Toasted down, get your hands... ,
There she goes!
There she goes!
There she goes!
There she goes!
They call me juicy j I'm in that... business.
I stay smoking... never need refilling.
I don't give a damn, I'm a triply nigger,
Fuck my lungs, fuck my liver!
... down to my niggers,
And I'mma show everybody cellphone bitches.
Strip clothes, magic city, I'm the big...
Unzip my pants, left 'em, bitches... !
Chorus:
She's a top... bitch, yeah, shawty out of scale,
Toasted down, get your hands... ,
Get your hands... !
Toasted down, get your hands... ,
There she goes!
There she goes!
There she goes!
There she goes!
Now you know you're... , let me touch your...
Smoking, drinking, non-stop, do it, 'till you come out!
I like it when you're...
Your booty is...
There she go, there she go,
Come and...
I like 'em yellow with some long hair and...
Give me heirs... dead an I'm out.
You can't be sick, girl, show me what you're about, what you're about.
Chorus:
She's a top... bitch, yeah, shawty out of scale,
Toasted down, get your hands... ,
Get your hands... !
Toasted down, get your hands... ,
There she goes!
There she goes!
There she goes!
There she goes!
I like my hands to the front,
While I hit in front of...
Infatuated with...
An in the middle of the... chilling in the bed,
I'mma feed on my appetite, to start off with the...
One step, two steps, three steps, four,
Five steps, six steps, tell them... more.
... and this bitch does for shows,
All my bad bitches, get their ass on the floor!
Chorus:
She's a top... bitch, yeah, shawty out of scale,
Toasted down, get your hands... ,
Get your hands... !
Toasted down, get your hands... ,
There she goes!
There she goes!
There she goes!
Inhale, sour diesel white widow, kush, by
the boat, inhale Sour diesel white widow,
kush, by the boat, inhale Sour diesel
white widow, kush, by the boat, inhale Sour
diesel white widow, kush, by the boat,
inhale Inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale,
inhale, inhale Inhale, inhale, inhale,
inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale Sour diesel
white widow, kush, by the boat, let's go
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I done re-
upped Got a fresh boat load of that loud
stuff, took a million puffs Got me high as
fuck, made not paranoid I got my forty
tucks, smokin' and tokin' the kushin'
Looking for pussy thats gushin' hitting
the swishers with bitches Living, enjoyin'
my riches Nigga can't get with this
pimping, Straight born and raised out of
Memphis Blunts in my mouth like a
dentist Roll one and get one up in it
Smoking on that medical, high up on a
pedestal Blowing on that green herb,
feeling so incredible Smoking get me
high, but I be higher off them edibles
Still ridin dirty but I'm dodging all the
federals Sour diesel white widow, kush, by
the boat, inhale Sour diesel white widow,
kush, by the boat, inhale Sour diesel
white widow, kush, by the boat, inhale
Inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale,
inhale Inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale,
inhale, inhale, inhale Sour diesel white
widow kush, by the boat, let's go Yeah
bitch, yeah bi-atch, call me Steve O I'm a
wild boy, fuck a eighth I need o. 28
grams of the loudest pack, Matter of fact
make it a pound of that Get a couple
keys with sour diesel and lemon g that's
sour patch I ain't in a gang but my og's
kush Blow that loud, and it makes me
shush 23 jays and a red bull, call me
Michael Jordan its that swoosh Its that
swoosh, its that swoosh Yo shit's ass,
thats that kush This right here is my bag
Of purple marijuana, gunna burn that
bush Everyday's Christmas Eve with me
Everybody celebrates like nothings free
Tell Santa Clause I got special cookies for
him, when he comes down my chimney I
got munchies here, munchies there,
Leftover chinese in my Frigidaire I'm the
Iron Chef of this munchie shit Smoke
everyday, fuck the air, inhale Sour diesel
white widow kush, by the boat, inhale Sour
diesel white widow kush, by the boat,
inhale Sour diesel white widow kush, by
the boat, inhale Inhale, inhale, inhale,
inhale, inhale, inhale Inhale, inhale,
inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale Sour
diesel white widow kush, by the boat, let's
[Chorus:]
Bitch I own you, bitch I bitch own you,
Bitch I own you, bitch I bitch own you,
Bitch I own you, bitch I bitch own you,
Bitch I own you, bitch I bitch own you!
[?] spread ahead to see [?] what them boys is up to,
Pull my car to the [?] not the one with the [?]
The one with the nice legs [?]
You swear [?] naturally found body like [?]
I don't need for momma to tell me that I'm cold!
Straight [?] they've got the 84 with the broken speedometer.
On a previous cut you may have heard me [?]
If you're be kind enough to let me [?]
Fish [?] Chevy [?] can't see my interior,
But I know is someone in here!
Gas station [?] right,
Give my car a check before we're out for the night!
Flawless on my car shit, [?] fresh right under the [?]
[?] niggers still living on my high score figure,
Get the game dripping [?]
[Chorus:]
Niggers call me [?] cause my bitch [?]
Bitch I own you, bitch I bitch own you,
Bitch I own you, bitch I bitch own you,
Bitch I own you, bitch I bitch own you,
Bitch I own you, bitch I bitch own you!
I'm right [?]
I'm feeling this moment is a cold day, aham!
I've been here niggers, you should know that,
I've [?]
Can't [?] the neighbors gonna hear me [?]
The color of his [?] and that's what I'm gonna be drinking.
They call me Juicy Jay, a nigger with many homes,
I ran right through them, you niggers be pay it [?]
Your fish going wow, [?]
Let my homie ride it like a couple.
I've been so high, with these chicks I don't argue,
I hit them with the dick, stick it deep like a [?]
I got it [?] like an old school nigger,
Still living of on my old school figure.
Get the game dripping on the [?] six five,
[Chorus:]
Niggers call me pimping by cause [?]
Bitch I own you, bitch I bitch own you,
Bitch I own you, bitch I bitch own you,
Bitch I own you, bitch I bitch own you,
[hook]
bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
all these cheaters popping pussies, i'm just popping bands
bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
these cheaters clappin', and they ain't using hands
[juicy j]
short hair, leave me alone. news splash you don't need a loan
start turking when she hear a song, strip upon her income.
we can't trippin', it ain't some. so nasty when she rollin'
she put that ass up in my hands, i remote control it.
she keep me gone when the roof gone, at the c.o.d. she live with me
she got friends, bring three. i got drugs, i got drinks.
bend it over, juicy j, don't poke it like we're pain
you say no to touch the pussy, juicy j came
rags onward, they're showing rags, i'm throwing rags
in the vip rub it and i'm stretching it
bitch niggas tippin, broke niggas looking
and they're still in the club if they're showing pussy
[hook]
bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
all these cheaters popping pussies, i'm just popping bands
bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
these cheaters clappin', and they ain't using hands
[lil wayne]
i realy naked i like my black car has my little nake
make a move with you gitel these my spil nake
..........
[hook]
bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
all these cheaters popping pussies, i'm just popping bands
bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
these cheaters clappin', and they ain't using hands
[juicy j]
down in the lobby, about to hear a magic
throw some on, dig into her, all the mad bitch gon' like it
speak up, therefore she gonna need a couple of bags
like a broke atm imma spillin all this cash
them niggas in the club don't be spending shit
20 stacks in one night, i'll be on trippin' shit
my crew is paid off, but i'm still paying it
a couple like us pay, she lovin' this shit.
she making that ass club dancing like she owned it
bring it back up to us, take that so don't be bitch
up and down she's going she's sliding on the pole
[Intro: Juicy J]
Play me some pimpin mayn
Yessir!
Juicy J featuring Gucci Mane and Project Pat!
[Sample + Hook:]
Ballin, ballin babyyy
I'm so hood, 30 inches on the Chevrolet!
Ballin, ballin babyyy
I'm so hood, 30 inches on the Chevrolet!
Ballin, ballin babyyy
I'm so hood, 30 inches on the Chevrolet!
I said you're everything... I ever hoped fooor
In a womaaan
30 inches on the Chevrolet!
30-30 inches on the Chevrolet!
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Comin from the hood, the D-boys
Lot of superstars
Ridin 30 inches on a bucket or a new car
So flingy-flingy, so flingy
So blingy-blingy, so blingy
You see me-see me, you see me
The girls clingy, they clingy
They wanna ride with the Juice Mayn
Mister bang-bang
Ballin down the old common lane, in a Chevy thang
My car is like my wifey so I treat her with the skeeter-skeeter
Rubbers worn out, you can tell by the marriage meter
Betty-Betty McBetty, the name of my new Chevy
She snow-snow whiz-ite, the color of fish scaleys
She gotta-gotta get washed
So clean-clean, no spots
She mine til' she break down, and then I gotta tiz-oss
[Sample + Hook]
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Girl, girl, girl
Girl please, Chevy so high, baby do you see the trees? (Huh, huh)
Crawlin down the block, dirty shine like skeez (Huh)
Blue so sweet, Gucci Mane can roll weed (Weed)
'71 Caprice taller than my Humvee (Vee)
Fine redbone, best friend, back seat (Huh)
And now we double datin, I make 'em both date me (Me)
30 inches shinin to make you haters hate me (Huh)
Used to love my date, everybody love king (What)
Flashback, triple-gold D's, seventeens (Seventeens)
Niggas on the scene, I was just fifteen
Big car, big rims, I'm mounting
Oh somethin clean, somethin y'all might see
[Sample + Hook]
[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Ya boy Project Pat, awww
28 inches, aww yeah, you sittin high boo
Not a woman out here on the streets can deny you
You my boo, so I gotta keeps you lookin good
Jumped into the white leather guts, with the cherry wood
When I flex, like havin sex on a porno flic
Bought some new shoes, all chrome cause I gotta flex
Know you love Jolly-Rancher candy, I did that
I ball hard, I'm a ghetto star, we in traffic
My car is bi-sexual cause she's a ho puller
Bring that gal to daddy, baby we'a gon' do her
You da only woman that a nigga made a murk for
Blow ya like moms, I'll go out like a kick-doe
Niggas talkin shit they got us fucked up
Nigga where im from nobody feel tha stuff
Well bust a nigga head till tha white meat
And we dont give a fuck nigga
Call tha police (x2)
You been a bitch my nigga
Why tha fuck you talkin shit
I got one off in my chamber
And got six in tha clip
I dont think you niggas you want it so quit playin wit
ya self
Im a real street nigga bitch I live by my rep
I aint never been a pussy
Just ask tha hood about me
I bet them niggas
Bitch I been about it
Neva am I slippin
I keep tha heata wit me
Jackas try and rob me
You must not plan on livin
When you see tha black mask holdin on tha smithin
Weston if you want a lesson
Dont be testin pimpin
Real goons from tha North
Theyll have you missin
Body stuffed in tha dump
Chopped up like some chitlins
Niggas talkin shit they got us fucked up
Nigga where im from nobody feel tha stuff
Well bust a nigga head till tha white meat
And we dont give a fuck nigga
Call tha police (x2)
Its word on tha town
That Juicy J is back around
In tha hood
Posted up
Makin all these rounds
Niggas call me godfather cause I put it down
Throw some bread wit my guys help them off tha ground
And niggas still be hatin but I get it now
They just some broke ass niggas that aint got no house
They just some niggas that been hatin that aint got no
They just some niggas that be sleepin somewhere in a
Niggas talkin shit they got us fucked up
Nigga where im from nobody feel tha stuff
Well bust a nigga head till tha white meat
And we dont give a fuck nigga
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
She dancing like she fucking, she dancing like she fucking
The way lil mama dancing you would swear lil mama fucking,
She dancing like she fucking, she dancing like she fucking
The way lil mama dancing you would swear lil mama fucking, let’s go
Show me how you throw it back, show me how you ride it
Shawty pop that pussy like that mane was inside it
Show me how you throw it back, show me how you ride it
Shawty pop that pussy like that mane was inside it
Oh shit, this nigga juicy funny
He walked up in this club with bout 3 or 4 bunnies
From a … to an o, ball shit, straight stunting
I was the one ..want, but this nigga throwing hundreds
Pockets so overweight cause cake on my dinner plate
Got bitches going ham, I flip them like real estate
Keep clapping it for me, dollars stuck to your cheeks
Rolling on ecstasy, … reach my peak
… in lemonade, drink over stunner bro
Rose is popper up, but I drink what I wanna bro
Richer than uncle sam, higher than Amsterdam
Vip full of strippers… man it’s ridiculous how she drop it into a split
Took her Corona bottle and show me her magic trip
That abracadabra shit, she grabbing all on my dick
She opening up her mouth, I think it’s a perfect fit
She dancing like she fucking, she dancing like she fucking
The way lil mama dancing you would swear lil mama fucking,
She dancing like she fucking, she dancing like she fucking
The way lil mama dancing you would swear lil mama fucking, let’s go
Show me how you throw it back, show me how you ride it
Shawty pop that pussy like that mane was inside it
Show me how you throw it back, show me how you ride it
Shawty pop that pussy like that mane was inside it, let’s go
She pop that pussy on me, she don’t got no panties on
And I’m drunk as fuck god damn I’m bout to take her home
Lil mama throw that ass like a major …
I love these white girls but I’m not an uncle tom
Know we about to fuck so it ain’t no need to speak
I like you standing up bend over here touch your feet
No I don’t know this bitch, all I know she a freak
Dick sucking marathon, her and her friend compete…
I’m fucking 2 bitches, it ain’t one but me
… about to see
… one of them… making easy money…
She dancing like she fucking, she dancing like she fucking
The way lil mama dancing you would swear lil mama fucking,
She dancing like she fucking, she dancing like she fucking
The way lil mama dancing you would swear lil mama fucking, let’s go
Show me how you throw it back, show me how you ride it
Shawty pop that pussy like that mane was inside it
Show me how you throw it back, show me how you ride it
It's a matter of time till we drop that dime
Bless you mate
I am fine, I know he lives out of [?]
I gonna kill the nigger trying to fuck over mine
Nigger with a [?] you're like a [?]
Switch on me I'm gonna hit it with a [?]
You niggers wanna [?] back door [?]
I'm gonna fix this problem
Take the gun and shut
Nigger is you waiting cause you sound kind of spooky
Now I burn your ass if you try to copy this
[Chorus:]
Call the police with your [?] ass
I knew you work for them with your [?] ass
You're gonna meat a young nigger with a black mask
He might chase you down the block
He might take your cash
But he might take your life and he's gonna do it fast
You're gonna meat a young nigger with a black mask
[?] need somebody to tell them
Trying to get those [?] cuts
I'll be like your time is up
Cash that nigger time is up
Burn that nigger [?] party is off
Nigger that's a warning shut it off
I don't give a fuck don't stop at all
[?] to the wall [?] kill them all
Some nigger think they are so [?] can't fool me
They might face twenty years [?]
[Juicy J]
Now I ain't the one with the magic wa wa wand
But I can break a bitch for the cheese and funds
I don't have to use a gun or even make the hoe cum
If a nigga go to jail then a bitch make bond
While you shakin dat ass in the shake ja ja joint
I be sittin in the back rollin big bu bu blunts
Let me know when you off to collect my money
If a nigga can't get it then a nigga will haul
Cause playas like me don't see nuttin funny
Bitch betta have my mutherfuckin money
Black eyes and bruisin up a face I den done it
To let her know these bonified pimps who run it
She make a G a night but she told me 200
But that's what I get fuckin wit a snow bunny
I told her like this ask dat nigga you be callin
Police found a body that very next morning
Chorus 1 (2x)
Gator Boots and the suits is the clothes
Like a pimp
Keep the money not folded in a roll
Like a pimp
When I see you bitch you betta have my dough
Like a pimp
Reach Back
Like a pimp
Slap Da Hoe
[Juicy J]
They wanna wear my shoes they wanna wear
My clothes they wanna ride round thru the
Hood with 20 hoes sittin back in the back
Like a nigga suspose with a chauffer drivin
Lettin his pimpin be choose
I can walk the walk and I can talk the talk
Bring yo girl to my room mane that's all you saw
Young nigga in the cut name Juicy J
Nigga skin black as dark like ebay
All these freaks cross the world they don't want to holla
If you ain't got 20's if you aint got dollars
Bitch fuck that shit we still gon pimp
We go ride thru the streets we go hit the
Dense we go smoke on dem blunts we go sip a fifth
We go stand on the corner wit a pistol grip
If you want to holla at us we ain't out for the squeeze
All we want is yo purse cause we out for the cheese
Chorus 1
[La Chat]
1 little 2 little niggas dats payin me
3 little 4 litle niggas eatin pussy
I'ma keep it real ain't no need of being in my grill
I'ma make you work pimpin dudes just to get a meal
Pimpin don't play pay what you fuckin weigh
Yeah I got the knowledge and the skills on gettin paid
Nigga wanna fuck but for what you ain't gave enough
Betta hit the strip slang dick cause a nigga bust
La Chat smokin on a sack like a real mack
Sittin back countin all my ends checkin all traps
Claimin you wont go that's a damn lie
You get got I have you hypnotized I don't even care
We can share in dis game hoe tossin these
Niggas for the dough is the way it go
Havin niggas sick about the way dat I did man
You should of told them I'm a real mutherfuckin pimp
Chorus 2(2x)
La Chat:Gucci Boots and the suits
Is the clothes
Juicy J:Like a pimp
La Chat:Keep the money not folded
In a roll
Juicy J:Like a pimp
La Chat:When you see boy don't act like
Yen ain't know
Juicy J:Like a pimp
La Chat:Reach back
Juicy J:Like a pimp
[Chorus x 8]
Gimme sum, Gimme sum
Head in here you selfish pig
(La Chat)
I'm creepin up through the cut
I got the mask upon my face
I hope no one's in sight
A robbery is about to take place
La Chat, I'm out here scopin
Lookin for victims with that cheese
Whatever to make that paper, drop it off so I can hit
A bitch that's on a come up, thinkin of a ways to make a stang
A nigga that's riding twenties, bumpin out the frame
Move, that's my mane, I take the mask off my face
I'm finna pass this fool, I know he's gonna try to holler
Cause that's just what niggas do
Then bam I got him, get in the car we goin to the tel
We get into the room he stuntin, counting all his money, yea he bail
This nigga don't know what's goin down, I'm finna go and get him
He need to drop it off with no hesitation, or I'm gonna kill him
Lay down on the bed we bump-n-grind, with nothin but sex in mind
I turn him over, get on top and surprise him with my nine
I ain't ask no questions, didn't say shit
Pull the trigger straight in the head, got away with his cheese
A smooth get away, he's naked dead in bed, yea
[Chorus x 8]
(Frayser Boy)
Now when I'm comin through
I'm kickin doors off the hinges
Please believe it, best to leave it so won't be no incidents
If you wanna like a sauna nigga I'm bringin that heat
Don't you jump us, sawed pump will sweep your ass off your feet
Lay on the fuckin ground, and don't you make a sound
Or you gonna suffer till your muthafuckin body found
Nigga this shit is real, you oughta know the deal
Don't play with me cocksucka, with this pump up in your grill
So give me cooperation, and meet all my demands
With no hesitation, put that money up in my hand
Don't be flossin, bullets tossin when I see your diamond shinin
Catch your ass up in the cut, didn't know that I was behind it
I'm makin examples up out of you niggas
Who thinkin a nigga is playin wit ya
I'm buckin you suckas, I'm bringin da ruckus
I am a muthafuckin damager, don't make no swift moves
Cause you gonna lose, I give nigga blues with hard head
So don't you fuck up, and get your ass stuck
And be somewhere up in a ditch, found dead ya bitch
[Intro: Female vocalist]
Step up here, in the club
All eyes all over me
Aww, lookie here
The boys who got that fiyayaya weed
[Hook: Female vocalist]
Got that fiyayaya weed
Fiya-fiyayaya weed
Got that fiyayaya weed
Fiya-fiyayaya weed
Got that fiyayaya weed
Fiya-fiyayaya weed
Got that fiyayaya weed
Fiya-fiyayaya weed
[Verse 1, Juicy J (Coughing/rapping)]
I got that (O-G Kush)
Tryina get this money, man I'm on my grind, the (Mo' we push)
Gotta stack that cheese, I'm sprung on trees, my (Habit is strong)
Just workin through the day, so I can't even blaze, so it's (All night long)
I don't trust myself, when I'm by myself, I'm a (Pimp my cash)
Like in a convo short, when they choke, dro cough, like (Pimps turned glam)
Or when I'm in the M, pass it down to a friend, you gon' (Push somethin good)
Cause I got it from Khaled, passed out in the ally
I done took two pills from a hooker named Sally
With a big brown ass and a face like Halley
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Project Pat]
North Memphis...
I'm swag to death, I'm fresh to life, ho
Suck weed smoke outta blunts like lipo-suction
I don't need no introduction
West Coast plug got me back in production
Fiyayaya weed, all buzz and not no seeds
True hustlas from the hood
Always on us, keep some trees
Breath cologne and I smell that kush
Gotta nigga on blast so they swear I push
That Northern Cali sell like heroin
Two p's for the eight g's, I'm tearin up
Package is open, I'm plain outta boat and
Blunts for the cloakin, now we smokin
A candy coating on my Charger
Light the blunt, let's ride my Charger
[Intro - Juicy J]
Strippers
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
[Chorus - Juicy J]
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussies, I'm just popping bands
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
These cheeks clappin' and they ain't using hands
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussies, I'm just popping bands
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
These cheeks clappin' and they ain't using hands
[Verse 1 - Juicy J]
Short hair like Nia Long, used ones, she don't need a loan
Start twerking when she hear a song, stripper pole her income
We get trippy and then some, so nasty when she rollin'
She put that ass off in my hands, I remote control it
She give me dome when the roof gone, at the K.O.D she live with me
She got friends, 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 er'where, they showin' racks, I'm throwing racks
In the V.I.P, rubber on I'm stretching that
Rich niggas tippin', broke niggas lookin'
And it ain't a strip club if they ain't showin' pussy
[Chorus - Juicy J & (Lil Wayne)]
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussies, I'm just popping bands
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance (yeah)
These cheeks clappin' and they ain't using hands (babbyyy)
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance (hahaha)
All these chicks popping pussies, I'm just popping bands (just like I do)
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
These cheeks clappin' and they ain't using hands
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Uh, pop that pussy for a real nigga
Pull out my black card, that's my lil' nigga
Make a movie with your bitch, Steven Spiel-nigga
Smokin' on Keyshia, Cole, give me chills nigga
What's your real name? and not your stripper name
I make it rain on ya like a window pane
Bandz a make her dance, Tunechi make her cum
Hit it from the side like a motherfuckin' bass drum
Two hoes on one fuckin' pole, two hoes on my fuckin' pole
I don't tip, I pay bills, bitches call me Buffalo
Her stomach and her ass out, I'm flyer than the ones they pass out
If money grow on trees, I branched out
I'm just waiting for my bitch to cash out
Haha
[Chorus - Juicy J & (Lil Wayne)]
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussies, I'm just popping bands (I'm just waiting on my bitch to cash out)
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance (Tunechi)
These cheeks clappin' and they ain't using hands (Young Mula babbyy)
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussies, I'm just popping bands
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
These cheeks clappin' and they ain't using hands
[Verse 3 - Juicy J]
Down in Atlanta, about to hit up Magic
Throw some money in the air, all the bad bitches gone grab it
Straight off the floor she gone need a couple of bags
Like a broke ATM, I'm spillin' all this cash
Them niggas in the club don't be spending shit
20 stacks in one night, I be on trippy shit
My crib's paid off, but I'm still paying rent
A couple of condos paid, she lovin' every cent
She make that ass clap, dancin' like she on a dick
Bring it back up through, us take, that's a lucky bitch
Up and down she going, she sliding on that pole
Making money, stacking them honey, shawty cold
[Chorus - Juicy J]
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussies, I'm just popping bands
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
These cheeks clappin' and they ain't using hands
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussies, I'm just popping bands
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
Drugs, political thugs, nickel and dime crimes
Times ain't bad it's just about that time
A nickel's enough to get sprayed for
Because gems ain't the only rocks you get paid for
Get laid, sure, check the corner
For a buck you can do anything you want on her
Next week same place no she's not
She kicked the bucket from what you just got
Man listen, it's hard enough just to survive
Newborns hot up with dope, to stay alive
Poor lady, she ditched her cause she couldn't feed her
So where's her mother? Huh, she ain't no better either
Say the hell with school that ain't cool you fool
Learn the science of the other man's rule
Books you forget, knowledge you forfeit
Stay legit, just don't do it
Go and pursue it, you gotta fight to
Attain all the things you got a right to
And when you get it good, but damn we
got to boost up the family
Boost up the family, I'm here to reach and teach
Each and all who comprehend my speech
What does a door mean to you and me?
The door's locked and we don't have the key
But we do, it's under the rug you think I'm bugged
My concept's snug
In the pocket, they tell me rock it
I say sure fellas, long as I sell hell Jaz is the swellest
Remember when they asked a man what's your program?
He said different plan but same objective man
Socialism, a cripplin disease
Can't see the forest for the trees, people please
Who wears the clothes our parents paid for
Who sells the gold our people saved for
The writing's on the wall you know who did this
I see it too but I'm the wrong kinda witness
Homeboys on the rock way up-state
How're you livin he said? "I'm livin great"
Havin a good time for doin a large crime
Boost up the family in the name of my rhyme
We'll tumble down for sure if we don't stop
Chippin away at the mountaintop
Chase and hunt me yeah those boys want me
Ignorance is prison, now I'm free
Throw up a peace sign shout it in a stadium
At the Palladium speak in an auditorium
We'll overcome, no? Well come and get some
Feel the drums, cold get dumb
Knowledge em off the face
Yo proceed with the human race
He's ya boos huh, you let im bass you
This ain't his house, he's from another place too
Livin life is triflin as a mans's toy
Eve of destruction, you need a friend boy
On the move the destroy
The mind is the power, the money is the decoy
For the causse I am fightin
My hands sweat but the pen keeps writin
Liberals, the deecptive weapon
Told a man named Jackson to get to steppin
Somebody said to say it loud we're black and we're proud
The people he reused are lost in the crowd
Rebel? Don't dare, our uncle's so fair
Ya gettin paid but ya ain't goin nowhere
I'm sayin what I see see what I'm sayin?
Better start prayin; I ain't playin
Can we survive? Tell me somethin can we?
[VERSE 1]
This is MC Jaz and I'm gonna
Talk about somebody, know why? Cause I wanna
The truth, the whole truth, nothin but scout's honor
A blast from the past, this girl named Shana
Skin so smooth, didn't need no lotion
That's irrelevant, yo, bust the motion
It was about 4 years ago
10 below, 11 inches of snow
As I stood on the corner to cross the street
I saw a piece of pure perfection lookin good enough to eat
I took a deep breath, said, "Hey you, stop"
She turned around and shouted, "Step off, baby pop"
I said, "What's up, what's your beef, missy?"
Yo, don't be stuck up, don't be so pissy"
Her upper lip dropped, Shana stopped
She said, "There ain't no need to be blowin your top"
A cute little honey in a bundle of fur
She could say the word, and I would be cursed
"You're definitely dear, devastatingly darlin
Please pass the digits, tomorrow I'll be callin"
She gave em up as I clocked her shameless
I said, "What's your name?", she said "My name is..."
[VERSE 2]
I called her daily and I rang the line
Two weeks later Shana was mine
Wednesday's her house, Thursday's Laces
Friday Red Parrot were our favorite places
I was her bo and she was my biddy
She called me handsome, I called her pretty
But somethin happened, boy, was it a pity
My girl Shana got high-seddidy
Demandin that I buy her fur coats and jewels
I was livin in a project, she musta been fooled
Talkin bout nugget goes good on my wrist
Askin me for diamonds that were big as my fist
Man, just to feed her my pockets been bleedin
Like a drunk race driver that girl was speedin
I was needin to get out of that, I couldn't stay with
A money hound, so I had to do away with
[VERSE 3]
We were apart for two weeks and I was missin her
All the huggin and the lovin and the kissin her
Yo, I wanted to call her, but I needed to talk face to face
So I stepped over to her place
Knock-knock, "Hey baby, it's yours truly
Come on and talk to me, and don't be unruly"
I said, "What's the matter, girl, can't you speak?
You ain't seen The Jaz in about 2 weeks
You got somethin to say to me, don't you?
I'm so confused, so won't you
Tell me what's goin on
Say the word and I'll be gone"
She said, "Bye, I don't want a thing to do with you
Let the door knob hit you where the good lord split you"
I was so upset, I coulda cursed her mother
But I cooled, cause I knew that I'd recover
Stepped through the door, cold bam-slam
She said, "Go on, go on, beat it, scram"
Dismissed and dissed so skidaddled I did
And my only consolation was I got rid of
[VERSE 4]
Time passed, and I got a new honey
A sweet treat that ain't hungry for my money
Thank God when she was taken, glad that I took her
She's kind by design and a real good looker
Warm and charming, with style and grace
Not to mention that she has good taste
Clocked a move, cause there's move to clock
Chillin at the Parrot, parked my car in the lot
On the guest list line lookin over my shoulder
Silky hair, soft fur, and didn't look a day older
I tried to avoid her, pushed and shoved to get past
Then Shana shouted out, "Is that you, Jaz?
With that big three foot truck diesel rope
And that soft frehs leather lookin dumber than dope?"
She said, "I must be goin psycho, as far as you and I go
The only car you drove was made by Tyco
Driftin on the thought, I'm wonderin whether
We can do right, and eh, get together
No question, you're willin of course
Come on, my place or yours?"
I said, "I'm just thinkin bout the times when you drove me crazy
The gall, the audacity, you amaze me
Took me for worse, that's totally weak
Money ain't everything, you crabby old freak
You tried to do me like toilet paper, that's okay
Blow your nose and wipe and cold flush me away
But eh, I saw the light, and I saw it in time
Before you tried to beat me for my last thin dime"
I played her out, she had nothin to say
Shrugged her shoulders and switched away
I keep my mind in track, though I ain't no runner
Pump and the rhymes'll never run thin
Ears alert because the Jaz said sometihn
The king that swins original things and sings
and clings to more green backs than feathers to a bird's wing
Creep MC's people's heads are full
Of your worthless garbage a bunch o bull
My stuff got you started, no doubt
Not just the Jaz huggers I'm talkin bout
The shames that same the Kane and all Rakim's sons
The Chuck D part threes and the KRS-Two to One's
Yo let's face reality
Punks and popouts lack originality
No rap ability total futility
Sounds like some other, another brother? My ears are killin me
Then prevails the sound of this guy on stand by
Jay-Z's half the reason why
Poor poets are held at bay
Lyrics sharp as a ginsu for you and the people to sway
Back and forth forth and back to the rear
We run smooth like a Ferrari in fifth gear
You took your dose you're sweatin our clothes
Quit the pros, take the mag out ya nose
And stop click off, you can't win you're just tickin off
Jay-Z and Jaz we're kickin off
A brand new style pumpin harder than a hooker
On a twenty-inch dick before the syndrome took her
It's time for Jay-Z to say somethin
I'll give it up while the beat is still pumpin
Pumpin like the 88 E Class
Spoiler kit, with tinted glass
Doped up higher than a patient on the corner
So get wit it, you know you wanna
Dance romance enhance and give it a chance
And clock the circumstance, MC Jaz goin freelance
Took the time, time is devotion
To put your body in motion
The people that prep, to keep you in step
The lyrics I kept and other MC's slept
I ain't no murderous mugger
But my rhymes'll hit harder than a Louisville slugger
Intricate to make the others feel simple
Like a tre-pound-seevn to the temple
Makes ya melt-a helter skelter
A Mike Tyson blow to the belt-a
Loev is a lot-a you know ya gotta
Reveal the deal feel squeal and get hotter
Growin strong like the dreads on Jamaicans
I am the best and I'm takin
Over thousands stacked in poles of crates
Like the dollars of a kingpin movin weight
Freskly dipped it's jumpin no mistake
This beat is pumpin here's the break
Pump take charge, cold livin large
First to wrist and a neck full of the gold stuff
Pockets thick and we never get enough
Rougher than a rock tougher than new drum skins
Turn you big bad MC's into munchkins
The force to cause remorse, we're gonna get you
So let the rhythm of the rockin rhyme hit you
Jaz is my name destined for fame
Jay-Z and Fresh Gordon destined to do the same
Step to us sons you wanna vex?
Our shit is liver than Memorex
It to yourself, why do?
We school the fools that try to
Diss us? Man, don't start
You don't even wanna play the part
Toe to toe we'll let ya know you're slow
And if ya talent is low, then away you go
Chumps wanna get slammed suckers wanna flim flam
I do em all and I don't give a damn
Like I said, I'm puttin heads to bed
I'll play you out like a pair of Pro-Keds
And eevn if you were a fresh pair of Reeboks
I'll wear you down to your alst jumpshot
The guys with the guys so lick nuts pooh-butt
I'll put you in a rut do you like a street mutt
Do this do that do whatever do somethin
What is this? Call it a rap hit
With a different positioning of the snare and a kick
Dance, nobody won't arrest you
Unless you feel it ain't nothin' special
I thin it's best you -- get started
I'm on the mic when the beat goes retarded
And it's gettin' dumb quite mental
To be a wallflower won't be in
Front and rpetend to say house and rap offends you
You ain't like that -- just begin to
Groove cause it's contagious -- like poison ivy
So get set to sweat and step lively
Go 'head and go off, show off
Let ya body vibrate like you're cold with your clothes off
Come on with your bad selves guys and gals
This join is jumpin'; let's play house
The weekends' here I got an urge to be near
The girl of my dreams to whom I feel sincere
Pocket's builgin' eyes indulgin'
On curves and swerves with a sexual compulsion
More than a notion, you are the chosen
Smooth and moist ahh, no need for lotion
Love is what I wanna make you're makin' em break
On the dance floro shake girl shake
I can smell I can tell that ya wit it
When I make my point you're gonna get it
Backside gyratin' to the beat of the drum
Do the wild thing, move it up some
Sweatin' like a Husky in the summer's prime
Yo, we're outta here, cause it's time
I'm erotically aroused
The crib's awaitin, let's play house
Step inside, feel welcome to browse
Make yourself at house
A movie fan don't fear or fret
I got all the new flicks on videocassette
My drive is strong
Maybe some music might turn the steam on
You like games baby, let's pretend
We're man and wife and the kids left for the weekend
Step to the fridge for munchies
I'll dim the lights
After a bite we'll get down tonight
Just lounge baby, while I rest my head
Designer sheets and waterbed
Send for this and I'll deliver
Passion flows like a river
Let me wipe the sweat from your brows
[Jaz-O]
Understand the moment
Stop everything
The originator
The alpha and omega
[Jay-Z]
We at 80 right now Jaz we almost at 100
[Jaz-O]
The first and the last
I am here
Kings County, we outside yall, lets go niggas
[Jaz-O]
God's here, the Aston parked here
Chicks in the cut in just the brazierres
In this at-most-phere
Yo ass cross here
It's yo night shorty get your lip glossed smeared
Toss the panties (This is), Marcy family
(This is) Kings County you hear me, spring through fall
Ain't nothing po' but this alcohol (for real)
My numbers complicated algebra
I lean in cars, lean of Bacardi dark
Shorty wit a mean ass lean on yours
She's on fours
??? for me the bomb and she going down and out
Next day wanna meet me in town I'm out
I think I made her cross-eyed
When I hit her broad side
My name haunts, chicks train the thought
My dick stick in they mind run a train on they thoughts
Hook
To my (playas get ya dollas)
Like its no tommorow, all my (ladies in Manolo)
Respect game you follow
Can I grub, read,
(show)love (to) my thugs
And all my women to succed lets go
Repeat
[Jay-Z]
Big pimpin'
Walk wit a small limp an'
I'm here to scoop you broads
Out ya mid-size cars
Bring ho's out the closet, my dough give chicks motive
You got enough money to unfold it
But one thing yall can say about Jay its not a day I ever bought it
Yall can audit my life
I put that on my unborn daughters life
All I give 'em is game
I don't give 'em my name
Chicks leap through hoola-hoops to get in the flame
All it takes it Cristal juice to get in they pants, man
Aint't nothing gon' change bout Hov but my sock, my drawers
and my Roc-a-wear clothes
And of course the flows
So pretty soon I'll be able to rhyme in Morse code (beep beep beep beep)
Please beleive me, But enough about Jay
My resume speaks for it's self, getcha keys we leavin'
[Hook Repeat]
[Dibiase]
Girls grillin, but hatas do less scopin'
Dibi's like tennis I got the US Open
And I don't say much but when it's time to yap
They callin me ??? for all the dimes I tap
The roley?, no, might see the Telerium
Waves got em nauseaous might catch stelerium
Got broads changin puttin em on learnin
Levis?, no, put on them Ron Hermans
Last week a handball switchin on the polo
Nine West, eehh, switch em to Manolos
The reason why girls wanna switch they plans
See Dibiase once and wanna ditch they man
Actin like Dib and really in the room
Till I'm risin to the top like a helium balloon
Like breget brain, step it up to cranium
Its crazy her ball game kept it up in stadiums
[Jaz-O]
Its the one, you ain't serious nigga
[Chorus: Jaz-O]
The long wait is (ova)
My patience is (ova)
I took a leave let you breathe all that (ova)
You caught amnesia you (ova)
Non believer you (ova)
You the worst don't you know? no?
[Jaz-O]
I be in it till its (ova)
Look at your name, same as the letters of your god
People put it together
Ain't finished but you (ova)
Nooks in your game
Crooked and lame
Say my name, put your palms together
Where did you learn the verse
Get a burner first
That make all concern disperse
Flashback a few thousand days
When you were coming of age
Fuckin with me? Chief points time in the cage
Jaz dollars got you (ova)
But you ain't knowin
You got a round and them damn stand smith's won't roll in
Little Hova think it (ova)
Cautiously though you main ace (?) of course was me
Out of necessity but hatred had you crossin me
The flossin Boxster Porches be
You find out, you lost it B
Thoughts of my fifth
Drippin niggas like a fucked up faucet be
Rap game put in work
Crack game put in work
Fuck you mean Jaz wouldn't work?
Grimey niggas like you get put in dirt
Turn a mother fuckin nusience into a drop top human
Jaz-O takin (ova)
You know my credits
Ain't no nigga BUT ME produce your first hit record
Junior shows (ova)
Ashamed in a crime
When your partners got time and you out here rhymin
Memph weak is (ova)
Tweeta Geda is (ova)
Little hoes went (ova)
Board y'all over I heard y'all (ova)
The radio (ova)
No, no no!
Y'all stupid, Free puff I thank ya
Too dumb to know that I shanked ya
Too young to know my gangsta
Hows life? Must be dead
Runnin reds round way you used to rest your head
A'yo I heard Malik got jooks
Word? A'yo I heard he got jooks again
Word ass nigga
Y'all hardly kill, and y'all hardly real
and ain't no such place as Marcyville
Your exposed you (ova)
Best believin, the best man speakin
Leavin your (?)
Your problems ain't (ova)
Your damaged par'
I couldn't shoot my brother unless he was beatin on mom
Yous a fake friend (ova)
My patience is (ova)
Your hate is flowin (ova)
Shit got you goin over caught amnesia you (ova)
Non believer you (ova)
Don't you know? No?
The bullshit is (ova)
The world is listenin
I'm the Gene Hackman in Heist
The game's Jason Richardson
Play cleaner hack me I'm right
Niggas chose yo' fate
Jaz-O in a golden state
Shows (ova)
I told ya (ova)
Hova? (ova)
Call me copter I ho-ver (ova)
Fo's roll (ova)
Play dead, no? No?
Me? Doubled a gift, none of the curse
Read by the best though weathered the worst
Street niggas savy second nature never reherse
Except for the verse
And there are classic, plastic bastards
Marcy the Foundation, the game is mastered
Some niggas are grown, some manufactured
Some pack ratchets, and clap you backwards
And some run track like faggots
Lets go!
Move yo' silly ass (ova)
Word to holme
No show at my video, you worthless holmes
These days shit is overly strange
Some nigga walkin round Brooklyn with a Roc-A-Fella piece and chain
[Chorus]
[Outro to fade]
Say somethin
Say somethin motha fucka
This Kingz County
This Jaz-O
Y'all know where I'm at
Lets be real about it
I'm discussin it so buss it, cold profilin
Spent a little while in the Hawaiian Islands
Off the plane and hospitality came correct
A gang of aloos places round my neck
Bathed by the sunshine and the seas of pearls
Fanned by tanned skinned beautiful girls
A twitch of grass skirt caught my eye
I said aloha baby word life you're lookin fly
I said my name is Jaz and did amaze me
When she said the rapper yeah me and partner Jay-Z
My witness wasn't she stacked
Wasn't she pumpin slammin workin - so true indeed black
She said I'd love to stay and chat but I'll
See you at the luau, won't that be nice now
Later on we can examine each other more closely
And by the way my name is Sophie
The luau was sharp, right Jay? (On the strength money)
Laughter good food and tons of honeys
Eat and be merry, festive drums playin
A real cool atmosphere, you know what I'm sayin?
Tipped through the crowd, aloha aloha
Mingled like a single, then yo I
Stopped dead in my tracks, and my heart did freeze
Eyes wide surprised to find Sophie's
Smilin at the Jaz for some reason or other
Clockin a brother, but standin with another
Who just so happened to catch her expression
Look in my direction as a sign of aggression
Approachin me and yo I ain't lyin
Was this big coconut eatin barefoot giant
Face to face I mean chest to face
My first prepared to hook off in haste
Then Sophie sweete than sugar a good looker
Broke in between, before homeboy shook her
Grabbed her took her away on the wild tip
On a macho tripthat ain't hip
Look to my partner Jay (yeah I saw it)
Shrugged his shoulders said (hey I can't call it)
I said I think she should just up and go free
Then I can be with a girl, named Sophie
Walked along the beach by self til dawn
Askin myself what the hell goes on
She's so thorough, but she got a man he ain't right though
And besides she's a stranger to me quite so
Those thoughts were troublin
Til the sunlight shone on a figure and I was bubblin
Like a dream it seemed when she approached me
Talkin about none other than Sophie
Looked into my eyes, anxiety gone
Told me she's been thinkin bout me all night long
I asked about the island kid she said "What of him?"
I said "Ain't he your man, whassup, don't you love im?"
Sophie screamed she need a woman's dream
Not a cartoon sucker from a comic scene
Close embracin her eyes full of tears
But we spoke of the devil, and slap, he appeared
Speedin toward us like a heat-seekin missle
But yo, I ain't no cat with that "P" initial
Homeboy was large, I must've been crazy
Sophie said "No" I said "Yo, get out the way baby!"
No words spoken, major slugfest
Twent minutes and homeboy's head put to rest
All for the best cause the big prize the trophy
Check this out
You're my heart my love from the start correct? (yes)
True blue together forever no needto guess
The feelings we shared since day one
Are the feelings I can't stay away from
A hundred years of peace I hope we live to be
The longer to enjoy the things you give to me
I thank God for the day that I met ya
So there's no problem, with givin a little extra
Peace of mind I ceased to find before ya
Then you soothed my soul soon as I saw ya
When I need your love I just call ya
You bring me joy, babe and I adore ya
Nothin can phase or erase our romance
No other gets a glance, no other has a chance
To you, ooh? Is who I need to be nex ta
All that you give I can give a little extra
Secure the crib so you can rest your head
Wake up in the mornin eat your breakfast in bed
Pick you up from work and take you out to eat
Come home rest your feet and I'll change the sheets
I'm your soldier, your warrior huh, all out trooper
like a woman with a cape baby, I think you're Super
The prize that you are to me I place none above it
How you like it when I give a little extra (I love it)
People, I wasn't always spoken for
Afraid to get my heart broken sure
Sometimes only a diss follows a kiss
You got to take some risks to have a love like this
Meanin mine? Yo I ain't gon front, it's kinda beautiful
I'm not sayin that this is what I want you to do
You had a love that didn't go your way
You had negative personnel, dig what I say?
I had someone in the past, don't you believe me
I gave her the game, she could take it or leave me
Sure as the rhythm of the beat fits my rhyme
To her everytime, was buyin time
She said buy me this that those them and whatever honey
You want WHAT? I know you got money
I used to say who you supposed to be takin me for
Take me for me, I'm posed to get love for free
Missin for a week then BOOM she appears
Foolish jewels, and Polo gears, damn
Where'd you get it? "I bought it" I said yeah
You live in the projects and your family gets welfare
Need I say more people, end of the situation
Washed my hands clean of that aggravation
Many places I laid my hat
Me, a gigolo, a male whore, nah I wouldn't of called me that
Today I don't allow I make a love vow
My life has changed how? I'm with Charise now
So have faith baby, my love protects ya
One of the ways, I givea little extra
Cheaters never win, they live a life of sin
Skeezin is for heathens, and loyalty's in
I can hear y'all sayin yeah right Jaz enough is enough
You're talkin that brown stuff, but buss it
Singles should mingle and if they see a good thing
They can carry on like nymphos on a one night fling
But someone who's committed you can't be wit itcauseyou
Can'thave your cake and eat it too
And if you can the whole purpose is beat
Cuz when you're eatin your cake it won't taste as sweet
So if you really love someone, cheatin ain't smart
Your relationship will tear apart, you'll break somebody's heart
So yo don't even start it, there is no reason
Love takes a lot you ain't got keep on skeezin
Okay I'm packin up yo, end of lecture
[The Game:]
The motherfucking originator,
Haha,
Gangstas ride on
Gangstas ride on
Gangstas ride on,
[Jaz-O:]
Worldwide originator and I'm back on the fore,
Motherfucker going home no more
Not a thug but I'll put you in a rug with a couple a slugs,
[? ]
Friends turned enemies,
Stolen identities,
Can't get rid of me,
I watched the cocaine bubble up and kilo price double up,
You got a problem with a marcy nigga, lock an load and knuckle up,
What you know about 1976 a young nigga getting money playing triple up,
I'm a prototype, first one king of the [? ]
When I first did it Twista wasn't even in the business,
Knew BIG when he was'nt even independence
Put the little nigga Jay-Z in the business,
... motherfucker freeway to the shit list,
My styles hot style Games got top style,
[The Game:]
You're one of them niggas talk slick when the guns come out,
Niggas see me and old g rolling on gold d's,
Run in the house,
Paul Wall did ya grill? open up let me see caps run in yo mouth,
Niggas snitch get your wig split, 6 in ya fitted forget it
Talk shit you better live it my nigga,
I'm on the block till I get hit,
Ball like the pistons,
I'm ready to die,
That's why I'm bout BIG shit,
10 months 5 platinum plaques a track, take half of that,
Bring it back now like an ounce of crack,
Then put it in a plastic bag and call it aftermath,
I bark like a gangsta, talk like a gangsta,
Impala with the cherry red paint and the gangstas ride on,
[Chorus:]
Eastside, westside come on,
And them gangstas ride on,
North side Southside come on.
[Jaz-O:]
Uh uh uh, like tell a nigga they
Spill half a gallon,
Who the fuck said a man couldn't be an island,
Back pocket to the concrete for the wrong heat,
Show em wrong you don't want to make em more weed,
Everybody's at, 3 body bags, that's a wrap,
Take away do you understand the aftermath,
Forget that, best bitches got em all week,
Call me all me cause I'm so street,
Been a mack since Hawaiian sophie,
Got ya ice grills with 40 fills, still
Act like you know me homie,
God will make your... holy
Watch me closely,
Triple [? ]
That's level baby I'm a [? ] weather baby,
And them gangstas ride on,
Eastside, westside come on,
And them gangstas ride on,
North side Southside come on [x3]
[The Game:]
Niggas don't want it with the bee gees,
Niggas don't wanna see me cause I'm an a–hole,
Especially when I ride with Jaz-o in a continental T with the ass low
What you got your foot on the gas for,
We get dat doe,
Climb through the window,
And run through the back door,
Black out with the mack out,
Blast four blast four more,
Originator give em what they ask for.
[Jaz-O:]
Enemies I murder them,
I hurry like I bury them,
Walk through your hood with my two blocks on,
I'm in my new shoes with my new socks on,
Shine like a diamond get your blue blocks on,
Jaz-O stupid motherfucker not Shawn,
Never been blast on a 2pac song,
The originator double time creator,
Too fast,
The sheer sincere rap engineer's here
And wherever I go yo, you know my man Jay's near
More than up to par, styles indicate who we are
Like the gas-filled car, we're gonna go far
Business we've been takin care of it I'm swearin it
And we're aware of it cause our bank books are bearin it
Every theme is extreme and supreme no bluff
And every is slap and oh so tough
But there's a time that I find yeah and it comes like a season
To wind down for no other reason than it's pleasin
To take a break from employment and let loose
And reduce the pressue for sure pure enjoyment
We got the time so let's make it a good one
Soon we'll say back to the tunes and being top guns
And yet we'll never regret and say this is what we should've done
The clock she runs c'mon an let's have fun
Let's jump in the rides and cruise
Destination somplace a space anywhere we choose
Laughter food and good times'll never fail ya
To hell with intoxicating paraphenalia
Well ya cold wanna slap on slow song, square up
Pair up, stare down, hair down, sex long and strong
Keep on and don't quit it if it's F-U-N, hit it
Get it, but don't neflect preventions and limits
We can eve lounge in the crib watch some movies
starring Arnold Scwarzeneggar, bumrush the refridgerator
Yo Jay pass the Pringles, I want a bit
(Cake Jaz, cake Jaz, gimme some of it)
Greenbacks every track that's what we're gonna get
Go out and spend a ton of it just for the fun of it
The room's vibratin, cause I can't stop
Yeah the girls are in the back blastin that good ol hip-hop
Call up some friends disturb the peace
Play a smash by Jaz or Jay-Z's dope release
Like a Dove Bar freshly dipped so you can hook
and sling and slip and skip the beat is equipped
To be twice as nice concise and precise to suffice
(The crowd) who resemble recipients of a jewelry heist
A group of positive people and we're proud to be
The way we are and we know just how to be
Dignity eloquence good sense
And we'll all have a ball y'all, a slammin experience
So let's talk and if it's humerous let's laugh
Life's too short to be negative let's have fun
Let's have fun y'all let's have it
Take good times like goodies and grab it
Stop firin stash the iron and groove
Because the track impacts like a Karl Malone power move
Rhymes sharper than a ginsu knife
(Are you serious?) Word... (l-l-life)
Get some (cause the beat ain't bum)
(It'll never break yo heat but it'll buss yo' eardrum)
This a symbold a sign a good omen
To create fun is truely to create a good moment
So make noise and rejoice and keep control of yourself
Be cool be safe be wise and watch your health
Sometimes I get lost I gotta break off from the crew
Dinner jackets and tie and shined up shoes
Reservation a table for two
Candlelight fine cuisine what a scene me and you
Maitre'd yo, do somethin smooth for us
Kick the R&B; or, jazz with a smooth chorus
And as the music plays is everything OK?
Yes honey? Wouldn't have it any other way
Holdin hands bein intimate
Love is the feelin and I'm into it
What we got will not ever diminish
I'm yours forevermore to endure and replenish
Buss the motion me and my main partner
Get along, us two? Man it ain't hard
Check the signals on a nightlike tonight
Car waxed up and system blastin like dynamite
Bass flows through ya body before you seeme come
Tank killed with the no-lead premium
The boys with poise in high demand and
Heavy as lead, gear is outstandin
(Where will we go?) Yo I don't know
But it'll be real (real what?) high potent
to say the least it'll never be hum drum
Rhythm, makes me swing and do the wildest thing
Dance and sing
So let the bass boom bop, the snare drum pop
Til drop, until my heart stops
It is a beat that'll captivate your senses
The level of the pace intenses
Intricacy is indicative of me
I'm fresher no pressure cause
I'm the best damn rapepr that there ever was
And will be forever morever lastin til the end of time
King of the rap and the words are prime
Statin a fact, fact meanin non-fiction
When I recite I use precision with diction
I got a beat and I like and I like it a lot
So listen to the funky beat that I got cause it's hot
Ladies, move ya butts
Cause it's the McJaz, hypin this brand new cut
So eat it up y'all like oatmeal
Eat it up ya'll you know the real deal
The rhythm's live, without it I cannot survive, no jive
The rum-a-ta-tum of the drum helps me thrive
Braek it down I'm world renowned yes the word is choice
So rejoice to my voice
Harder than steel not wooden
Makin you swing like Dwight Gooden
You know the proof is in the puddin
Runnin mo lines than MTA
And my lines are gettin better each and every day
As for, all y'all, suckers or
MC's as you like to be called
I'm crashin and smashin and bashin you right down to ya knees
I'm flyin heads with rhymes like these
Please don't get me wrong I'm not a baostful man
I gotta let some people know where I stand
And, as for rappin that's my main thing
But sometimes I'd rather sing -- forget it
This beat is hot and ever so
Before you threw this on you know ya body was so so cold
Me compared to other MC's no comparison
The outcome for them is embarrasin
Slammin MC's faces in the place I'm chumpin
As long as I'm rockin this beat it's thumpin
Wanna hear the rap til the want is a need
Brooklyn's own indeed
I was born and raised in a place called Marcy
The girls are bossy the brothers run in posses
I am the Jaz with the utmost pep
So if you don't want to dance then step
The rhythm, that I'm givin got the turntable smokin
Brooklyn in the house and the Jaz ain't jokin
Likin this beat cause I like it and like it a lot
Sometimes i messup, get stuck, or wish i was'nt here. Nowdays i hope and pray that everythings okay. Sometimes it works for better or worse. Sometimes i get traped, but i gotta live my life. Sometime things don't turn out as planed, but you have to live your life.
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