[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
[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)
[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
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...
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
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,
[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]
[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
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!
[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
[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 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
[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
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,
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!
[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
[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
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
Federal authority say it works like this. Drugs are
moved in bulk across the Mexican border to hub cities
like Atlanta where it's broken down in warehouses,
shipped to other cities, then broken down again where
it's sold on the street. The cash goes back to the hub
cities where it's packged and shipped down to cartel
members in Mexico.
Cocaine Is a hell of a drug (hell of a drug)
Mix it cool, keep a hell of a pluck (hell of a pluck)
Back up the truck, put the drugs on the fore cliff
(fore cliff)
I'm a show you bitch niggas how we do this
You got the fish scale, I got the cash (I got the cash)
Let's wap it out (wap it out), let's do it fast (do it
fast)
You got the fish scale, I got the cash (I got the cash)
Let's wap it out (wap it out), let's do it fast (do it
fast)
I was riding with connecter girl, on my way to Georgia
Brother meetin' with this nigga for some keys out of
Florida
I'm ridin' with this fool, I ain't known this nigga by
two months
He talkin' on his cell, speakin' in Spanish, I'm like
oh fuck
[Spanish]
What's that nigga sayin'?
[Spanish]
Man, I ain't playin'
[Spanish]
Here we go again
[Spanish]
I'm a do him here
I pull a 44 from my drawers, then I started blastin'
I hear him in the neck, he started shaking, he was
gagging
I shot him in the head, then I took his body to a ditch
I respect the dead but I disrespect the suttup snitch
Cocaine Is a hell of a drug (hell of a drug)
Mix it cool, keep a hell of a pluck (hell of a pluck)
Back up the truck, put the drugs on the fore cliff
(fore cliff)
I'm a show you bitch niggas how we do this
You got the fish scale, I got the cash (I got the cash)
Let's wap it out (wap it out), let's do it fast (do it
fast)
You got the fish scale, I got the cash (I got the cash)
Let's wap it out (wap it out), let's do it fast (do it
fast)
I'm still ridin' down to Georgia, mane I hustle for the
money
This nigga tried to set me up, they had to give him
something
I'da murk my connect, tell you what's next
Somebody gon get smoked like cigarettes
Cause I'm never slippin' kept my old rusty 10
Underneath the seat for a cold blooded mess
Just before I knew I saw a undercover van
Life's fresh and crazy, I'm like "holy shit"
Get your ass off the cars, get your ass on the ground
I knew somebody saw me dump the body, I can't go down
I said get your ass off the cars and get your ass on
the ground
I'm surrounded by five force cars, this the end now
We believe the suspect has just shot himself in the
head. Blackmail, blood all over the windows, can't
really see inside. Send an ambulance to 46 and I-20.
Man was in a white rental truck, fired one of them drug
[Hook: Juicy J]
She my good luck, she must be my lucky charm
When she not around, got me blowin' her up, like she a bomb
I wrap her in my arms
And we touch tongues
Lil momma real bad, but she don't mean no harm
She my lucky charm
She my lucky charm
I keep her by my side, cause she my lucky charm
She my lucky charm
She my lucky charm
She ride when it's time to ride, she my lucky charm
[Verse 1: Juciy J]
I think I finally got me one, this time around
I'm really feeling her, she might make me settle down
I had to make a move, I ain't talking furniture
She too bad, I'mma have to punish her
She short and red remind me of a dynamite
If looks could kill somebody gone die tonight
She like to get tipsy plus she like to smoke too
Been looking for this type of chick I can't believe that it's true
She got her own money, so she don't need mine
But I sure would've, cause what's hers is mine
She don't do no arguin'
She don't do no fussin'
I think I'm bout to pop the question
I don't gunplay
Cause I don't play with guns
Trying to find out where I stay?
Bitch, I stay with guns
I ride with my guns like I ride with my niggas
All my niggas ride with guns and they will kill ya
[Verse 1 - Juicy J]
These niggas run they mouth
Gonna get that ass served
Guns on deck: bitch, I keep em on reserve
Nigga I'm all over these streets
Ho, I'm like the curb
Trigger finger itching
I dunn struck a nerve
Asking for this beat, I'mma do the favor
Let em get these hollow tips like he a waiter
I'm on my rocker shit, I love them gun sounds
Shooting niggas' shit up and shooting niggas down
You gonna get what you want bitch: keep asking
No need for a funeral, it's a closed casket
Hot bullets on the menu, nigga place your order (yes sir!)
Did this number, yellow tape, and news reporters
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Alley Boy]
All of my niggas raw
All of my niggas kill
Keep the brick licked
We were hoodrich before we had a deal
All of the homies drawn out, A-Town, working
Blown trap. Y'all niggas all rap
Put them all up on the map
Trigger play all ready
Headshots - real talking
Add up our word: all the nonbelievers in white chalk
Trump nigga, talk shit
No one ain't doing shit
I'm still at em nigga
Run around on one leg
Still safe and 3 6 cleaned up nigga: bullshit
Money major, straight? nigga whole brick
I bust for Project and Juicy J like I'm 3 6
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Project Pat]
I'm on the North side of Memphis
You could come get this
Shooting 50-round drums at you son of bitches
For my riches I'll murk you on the front porch
Blood on my money like that phone on the full floor
Pockets used to be malnutrition: Cambodian
Come through with a K and sweep your hood like the custodian
Throw a couple of bands, throw a couple of bows
Who wants to kill for me? Bring em on a couple of shows
If you ain't from my hood, then you can get it quicker
My niggas ride with that K since they full of liquor
Cause they full of fiends, cause they full of green
These hands done rack through plenty cash (swag)
These hands done slap plenty ass (swag)
These hands done whip plenty niggas (swag)
These hands done bust plenty triggers (swag)
These hands done rack through plenty cash (swag)
These hands done slap plenty ass (swag)
These hands done whip plenty niggas (swag)
These hands done bust plenty triggers (swag)
With no thinkin' blew a half a ticket, when shit break
I don't fix it
My last bitch wore red bonds, my new bitch just learned
the business
Bill Gates so old school, I'm speedin' by in a old
scoov
Bad hoes, no more ruse, findy belt, ballet shoes
High fashion for a hard nigga
A bunch of bitches, them high niggas
I'm rich fool with a lot of tools
When the bad guys went, I left the pool
Just a song, they got all wet
I got a outer driss
It would be an understatement if I'd say we have sex
When Juicy in the club, them hoes be catchin' up
Cause I can't help it every time she bring that ass out
Angelina Jolie, that mouth could give no better
I just let her cool off then kick off the double header
These hands done rack through plenty cash (swag)
These hands done slap plenty ass (swag)
These hands done whip plenty niggas (swag)
These hands done bust plenty triggers (swag)
These hands done rack through plenty cash (swag)
These hands done slap plenty ass (swag)
These hands done whip plenty niggas (swag)
Play me some pimping mane
[Hook] These bitches rolling, we rolling up
Money pouring down, drank pouring up
I'm fucked up, it's time to fuck
She's fucked up, it's time to fuck
[Verse 1]
College hoes love alcohol and popping adderall
And anything that got something to do with withdrawals
They on their highest degree, by swallowing ecstasy
Strippers on campus looking for them grant fees(RATCHET!)
I'm in the chicks dorm room blowing hash
Grabbing ass getting becky that's that trippy swag
Molly in my system but I ain't turnt up yet
Smoking paper jets with a blondie and brunette
They snortin blow, I'm double cupping
Juicy toss' all hoes, no handcuffing
Fuck her once, then fuck her again
Then its on to the next, roommates and friends
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I be that young PURRP, love to flirt, put my dick up in your skirt
Face down ass up that's the way I make it hurt
Make it twerk on my dick, baby girl don't you stop that shit
Take that dick, suck a dick for 2030 bitch
Come back, run it back, tell me where the burner at
Nigga talk nigga trip I'mma put him on his back
Lean back smoking pack, fucking with the loud sack
Heart beating fast like I'm about to have a heart attack
Real shit, trill shit, speaking how I feel bitch
Mac shit, pimp shit, till the day I'm still bitch
R.I.P fucking Jitt, RVXDXRKLVN up in this bitch
Fucking with Juicy-J, I'mma punch you in your shit (in your shit...)
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
You are now dealing with a stone cold pimp, shit
Do it for the nookie but I ain't Limp Bizkit
Brand new bitch with a cherry red lipstick
She can turn a quick trick, something like a kickflip
Well, how convenient boo, you even brought your kneepads!
And let me hit it raw wearing nothing but my ski mask
And honey thats a stick-up, but I'm so drunk I hiccup
And I got your uppers, after supper if you need a pick-up
But I never make her drop when the sun goes down
I'll fuck her all night if the beat slows down, that that down down
I'm on that DJ Quik, I got that sugar free mossberg right up under my hip
And so I'm leaving them chip, if bitches running their lips
I got like 4 in the clip, I gotta couple of zips
And all these Purple Naked Ladies got me feeling like Prince. SWAG
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
I keep a lot of heat, like Pat Riley
Got them tools for your body parts, like O'Reilly
I ain't joking nigga, my name ain't Rickey Smiley
Fall up in the club, and we start wilding
I keep a lot of heat, like Pat Riley
Got them tools for your body parts, like O'Reilly
I ain't joking nigga, my name ain't Rickey Smiley
Fall up in the club, and we start wilding
These niggas out here snitching, they with the Rat Pack
Hit 'em with the chopper that's the rat trap
Find 'em in a trash bag off the interstate
House full of gangster niggas never renovate
You snitching you deserve to die, bloody murder
Hating on another nigga cause his trap twerking
Oh you mad cause he fucked your bitch, boy you a ho
What the fuck do you expect, a ho gone be a ho
And your ho is a pro, fuck every nigga she know
You love her dirty drawers so you can't let her go
You out here chasing pussy, you should be chasing commas
I'll cut your fingers off, and mail them to your momma
Banana clip is guaranteed to knock you down
Niggas talking loud, 'till I come around
(Pussies, what they talking 'bout)... not a sound
Thought he was living life, 'till he met the ground
AK-47, that's my gun walk
I don't run my mouth, I let the gun talk
I'm in love with this Nina can't you see it ho
She got a body on her so I had to let her go
I'm bout to start a riot
I'm on a money diet
I'm from the Mafia ho, so I wouldn't try it
He was screaming, crying
So I didn't buy it
Get Up Bitch, Get Up Bitch, Get Up Bitch, Get Up Bitch, Get Up
We Trippy Mane
Get Up Bitch, Get Up Bitch, Get Up Bitch, Get Up Bitch, Get Up
Juicy J,
Get Up Bitch, Get Up Bitch, Get Up Bitch, Get Up Bitch, Get Up
Kreayshawn
Get Up Bitch, Get Up Bitch, Get Up Bitch, Get Up Bitch, Get Up
You Know it
You trippy mane, I'm trippy mane, (we trippy mane)
You trippy mane, I'm trippy mane, (we trippy mane)
I'm smoking callie kush, pour up the drank
With a lot of bad bitches, get trippy mane
Juicy J and Kreayshawn, that's a smoking marathon
I take a shot, I take a shot, that's a drinking marathon
Double cup of that kickstand all I know is big bands
Juicy j got bitches, fuck with my pimpin
pinky ring on my pimp hand, with the lean as i pimp stand, oohh sound
Like snoop dogg, coupe de ville with two broads sipping on that texas tea, niggas call me boss hog
At your local college baggy full of adderall
with a strap on me, fuck the gun law
If you blow my high then I'm going off
Trippy, trippy, trippy, I don't think you get it mane
I walk around the club smelling like a synex mane
You trippy mane, (She Trippy Mane) I'm trippy mane, (we trippy mane)
You trippy mane, (She Trippy Mane) I'm trippy mane, (we trippy mane)
I'm smoking callie kush, pour up the drank (Heyy)
With a lot of bad bitches, get trippy mane
You trippy mane, (She Trippy Mane) I'm trippy mane, (we trippy mane)
You trippy mane, (She Trippy Mane) I'm trippy mane, (we trippy mane)
I'm smoking callie kush, pour up the drank
With a lot of bad bitches, get trippy mane
He a trip, I'ma trip but no falling out
We bag corn syrup all over the trap couch
Purple body shots on the bitch I let it drip
Rolled her head back now she saying she can't handle it
that's crazy he hid a trippy stick out her ass,
juicy j sat me down and taught me well in trippy class
I got so much trip, I fell asleep high
I woke up high, if I'm sober, I lied
that's some downers man they really got my mind singing
If I was a car I'd be purple wood grain swinging
leanin' over beanin' felonies and misdemeanors
so trippy mane you can call me Juicy Gina
You trippy mane, (She Trippy Mane) I'm trippy mane, (we trippy mane)
You trippy mane, (She Trippy Mane)I'm trippy mane, (we trippy mane)
I'm smoking callie kush, pour up the drank
With a lot of bad bitches, get trippy mane
You trippy mane, I'm trippy mane, (we trippy mane)
You trippy mane, I'm trippy mane, (we trippy mane)
I'm smoking callie kush, pour up the drank
[Intro]
Still winning... we gonna stay and get money
So you niggas know what it is – 4/20 bitch
[Hook]
High... ain't no coming down
Roll up let's burn up
Turn up, ain't no turning down
Chasing this fast money, ain't no slowing down
Hold up, let's pour a four up 'cause it's going down
High... ain't no coming down
Roll up let's burn up
Turn up, ain't no turning down
Chasing this fast money, ain't no slowing down
Hold up, let's pour a four up 'cause it's going down
[Verse 1]
Break it down, roll it up
My money too long can't fold it up
Pour it up, I'm drunk as fuck
I take more alcohol than an open cut
Early morning getting to the bread
So I call it breakfast in bed
Real nigga don't believe in ghosts
But I'm stil chasing these dead prez'
My eyes so low, I'm so lit
I might nod off after one more hit
In a foreign whip with a foreign bitch
I live every night like a porno flick
Bitch don't kill my vibe – hoe don't kill my buzz
Bitch I'm so fresh and clean, but my cup is full of mud
If she not fucking she gotta go
One monkey won't stop the show
I'm backstage with a flock of hoes
And I'm getting blowed like a snotty nose
Hollywood I'm still stuntin'
Makin' paper all around the country
I'm getting throat, fucking hoes
Getting dome and counting money
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Let's blow it all, can't take it with ya
Step out my car, they takin' pictures
That's paparazzi, that's TMZ
My Mercedes Benz that's AMG
Eyes like I'm Chinese, out in Tokyo
Check my passport, homie, I do global shows
And I stay high, ain't coming down
Smoke light green, don't fuck with brown
Rollin' up that loud, your dope ain't making no sound
I roll through the 'hood in that new Bugatti Coupe
Pull up on your baby momma, she treat my dick like a flute
Juicy J kilin' the game, go ahead and buy you a suit
I spend your whole signing bonus on just one pair of shoes
Let's get high-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh
Pour up a deuce
Matter of fact, make that four
Ok, now you got the juice
[Hook]
[Outro]
And I stay high, ain't coming down
Smoke light green, don't fuck with brown
And I stay high, ain't coming down
Smoke light green, don't fuck with brown
And I stay high, ain't coming down
Smoke light green, don't fuck with brown
And I stay high, ain't coming down
Smoke light green, don't fuck with brown
[Intro: Juicy J]
Yessir... play me that spaceghostpurp beat mane
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Ridin' in my black Bonneville bumpin' Three Six
Roll up 20 zig zags out of one zip
[Verse: Juicy J]
Yessir...
Ridin a ghost, Trippin on dope
Drankin the filth, Passin a roach
Ball like I'm Kobe, when straight to the pro's
White girls are money, bank on my coat
Higher than I've ever been, drankin some gin
Let the hoes in, tell em bring a few friends
Smoking on the top, ashing on you fuck niggas
Eye's low, pop a xan, I'm drunk nigga
Pounds laying around my crib Juicy J ain't never even
touch
Shawty passed out on the floor and she only hit the
cheese weed once
Ain't no chips ahoy but this nigga right here keep
cookies
Keep some OG, you motha fuckin niggas know I ain't no
rookie
Lye second, smokin hit a few times and you niggas be
chokin'
She don't even hit the weed all she do is break it down
and roll it
Anti-sober, if I was probably be trippy
One ain't enough I'm rollin up two a stitches
All my real niggas smoke one if you with it
All my bad bitches smoke one if you feel it
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Ridin' in my black Bonneville bumpin' Three Six
[Hook:]
I'm counting faces burning dough
Co-Countin faces burnin dough
Co-Countin faces burnin dough
Co-Countin faces burnin dough
Calculator and a lighter, calculator and a lighter
Calculator and a lighter, calculator and a lighter
Countin faces burnin dough
Co-Countin faces burnin dough
Co-Countin faces burnin dough
Co-Countin faces burnin dough
Calculator and a lighter, calculator and a lighter
Calculator and a lighter, calculator and a lighter
Countin countin countin, bank account astoundin'
Bitches all around me hoe, I'm rich I need a stallion
Give me Becky while I count it on a phone with my accountant
Juicy fell off in the deep somebody help me 'cause I'm drowning
Big bank take little bank sippin on that dig drink
Design that mix match, that.44 they get back
They click clack they get back
Double Drum that big mac, their big pocket I spend on houses
Diamond watches rich spouses
I need a gas mask for this gas pack
Countin faces while your lady make that ass clap
I'm so turned up ain't no way I'm coming down
Runnin through a check and I'm diggin in a pound
[Hook:]
I'm counting faces burning dough
Co-Countin faces burnin dough
Co-Countin faces burnin dough
Co-Countin faces burnin dough
Calculator and a lighter, calculator and a lighter
Calculator and a lighter, calculator and a lighter
Countin faces burnin dough
Co-Countin faces burnin dough
Co-Countin faces burnin dough
Co-Countin faces burnin dough
Calculator and a lighter, calculator and a lighter
Calculator and a lighter, calculator and a lighter
I'm in the big digits with a whole lot of hoes
Tonight is stoners night with a whole lot of hoes
Got more Louie than my bitch, that's what I bought it fo'
I had to sit her down and tell her when she shine I glow
That's the life you gotta live when you a trippy nigga
Big faces crazy, D.A takin pictures
Big blunt smoking rolling numba piff
I love my self so much every day I buy a gift
Roll another blunt
I'm at Sax 5th with a bean poppin bitch that love to suck dick
She don't leave the house all she do is suck dick
All a nigga need is money fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
All a nigga need is money fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
All a nigga need is money fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
[Hook: Juicy J]
Turn a nigga house to a cemetery
Leave'em dead in the dirt, now his ass buried
While he in his front yard that's gone be his grave
Say goodbye to the hater errbody wave
Now errbody wave, errbody wave
Say goodbye to the hater errbody wave
Errbody wave, errbody wave
Say goodbye to the hater errbody wave
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I won't let a nigga play with me, like a stingy nigga
Leave your body full of dirt, you dingy nigga
Kill a nigga right there in his front yard
Body parts all over like a junk yard
Bread on his head, all I do is say when
My guys see you in the club, beat your brains in
Hope that boy got his jewelry on, they takin'
And they reaching in your pockets for them Franklins
Got so many straps, I could be a gun broker
Cuttin' snakes in the grass like a lawnmower
Hundred round drums turn his body into a puzzle
Put that gun to your face, dog, like a muzzle
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
The ones that's hatin' the ones who broke, who ain't got no hustle
I got the magnums for you pussies, I ain't talking rubbers
So play games if you want, watch me end your credits
Got beef, leave your shirt, bloody red, like spaghetti
Never bought a gun for display, don't play I'mma shoot
AK, SK, turn them to alphabet soup
I keep them slugs, I'm not a coaster so fuck your mug
Got niggas out here shootin' shit up, I ain't talking drugs
Bullets wet a dirty nigga, call that making mud
Roll up on 'em, put the flame to 'em, call that smoking bud
Ain't shit changed I still lock 'em in the trunk
.45 cal, leave his ass dead drunk
[Hook]
Chrysler flippin
Yeah, we "Still Tippin"
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid
Codeine cups
Co-Codeine cups
Co-Codeine cups (Paint a picture so vivid)
Chrysler flippin
Yeah, we "Still Tippin"
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid
Codeine cups
Co-Codeine cups
Co-Codeine cups (Paint a picture so vivid)
[Verse 1]
I'm fucked up... (Fucked up...)
On the lean, poppin rows with a Kush blunt (Yup)
With a bitch; ass fat, sittin from the front (You know
it!)
Mind gone, mane I'm trippin and my eyes low (Chuuuch!)
Everything purple, all I see is weed smoke (Oh!)
Codeine died, now my bitch gon' try (Mmm)
If you say "I ain't high", then you niggas lyin (Pussy)
A buncha trillist Memphis niggas, gettin throwed nigga
(Bitch)
A buncha ho's at the crib, buncha O's nigga (Yep!)
Off that oil and it's dirty, and I'm feelin great
Smoke a blunt, or two, or three; just to keep me
straight
You gettin high or what, ho? Make a decision
That medical Promethazine; Trippy prescription (Ho)
Cups overflowin, my vision is dizzy (Vision is dizzy)
I'm like Bobby Brown ho, without New Edition, chuch
[Hook]
Chrysler flippin
Yeah, we "Still Tippin"
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid
Codeine cups
Co-Codeine cups
Co-Codeine cups (Paint a picture so vivid)
Chrysler flippin
Yeah, we "Still Tippin"
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid
Codeine cups
Co-Codeine cups
Co-Codeine cups (Paint a picture so vivid)
[Verse 2]
Purple-purple-purple; cup always full (Ho)
Pass it in a circle; E'rrbody smokin good (Nigga)
On the daily; Might smoke an ounce to fuck around (Yep)
Weed-mane; So high when I'm in ya town
Two thousand fifty, trippy (Trippy!)
She got a sippy-cup (Sippy!)
They say "Don't drink and sip that lean!", but I mix
'em up
Turned up to the max; real ranchid shit (Hmm)
She mad, and she smoked prolly half that bitch (Ho!)
You niggas still gettin tipsy; catch me leanin
Smoked some incredible; feel like I'm dreamin
(Dreamin!)
My crib in Cali; Like Texas, sippin DJ Screw (Rest in
peace)
Fridge full of bombay; but you can't find no juice
[Hook]
Chrysler flippin
Yeah, we "Still Tippin"
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid
Codeine cups
Co-Codeine cups
Co-Codeine cups (Paint a picture so vivid)
Chrysler flippin
Yeah, we "Still Tippin"
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid
Codeine cups
Co-Codeine cups
I need a money mane [x4]
I need a nigga back in business,
Got my nigga spend it,
Go sleep up in it
And don't stop 'till you finish.
I need a money mane.
Hold box of bum for me and my pussy
It's Juicy J, an unleash nigger and a lot of you can't
copy
She came over dream and I let the bitch have it
I own the octopus the nigga glass stay glossy
Zympa stay marley, I'll be on the zinon
If you let your gee go on and I swear that we will find
The diamonds don't blind, you will be reminded
Take back that cash or the hoes won't shake the ass
Everything I pay in cash, the land will go on extra
fast
And the passenger is extra bed. We find him whip and
smoking gas
The check ain't never gonna stop, that's why you're
asking
I need a money mane [x4]
I need a nigga back in business,
Got my nigga spend it,
Go sleep up in it,
And don't stop 'till you finish.
I drop white that sound, I get a load up
Keep doing in my passenger seat is my role, dog
If you're a girl I will miss you, take your clothes off
I'm smoking on this drog as bad 'till I doze off
Me ain't a perfect-a, this is a new chapter
All is fucking pain like a motherfucker cabba
And I'm from the A, I'm back to bring it back
Kid rock the way and Ludacris is an actor
Burn it like tobacco, south side track
Spear south would it like the F from the fucker
And you know I did it, I do it like this
You fuck with me, I show you how to throw a brick into
a building
(Tell 'em)
I need a money mane, till the honey bram
Nigga, that's a mil', that pussy be quick sand
(Damn)
I'm up on in the thing like you will when I do
Chainsaw dawn, got you nigger lick it's tool.
I need a money mane [x4]
I need a nigga back in business
Got my nigga spend it
Go sleep up in it
And don't stop 'till you finish
Why you niggers be loathing?
Fuck is over that bred
I ain't the type to be open
That's when talking with head
Hammer's up in that trash bag
Brick's up in that MCM
Hand tripping on no bitch
Scream like is for MPM
Stick it's tongue inside of box
Swaggy champ but 8 doughnut
Fuck 'em
Now go out in the 8th round
Oh, why lend it
Call the bitch all bangle
I know, I know, it gets better more than I know
Niggers what you looking for?
Clean hope, I get the tool
Chandeliers in my ears and the fuck it for it, though
Hallow boost, hallow shirt, in the man let some fur
They come for so nuts, they be gone to the teachers
square
All night on the b is gotta be
Throw booze in your throat
Baby gone, take a swallow
I body all night
Nice taste, looking raised
I send them raised while the ear in
I need a money mane
I need a nigga back in business
Got my nigga spend it
Go sleep up in it
And don't stop 'till you finish
Man I'm geeked up. Love these cali drugs so much smoke
you cant see in this mother fucker.
Mayne hey lets get up out this jump.
All this smoke gon out this car.
I'm in luv with the cali drugs, like the cali bud, I
got some weed strips you should try you some.
Pop a pill bruh, nah forreal though.
I'm just trying to get you high [X a few]
What you know about being cali high? [x3]
I'm just trying to get you high
[Juicy J]
I'm so high that it got a nigga nervous.
I'm so drunk that it gotta nigga swerving.
Sweatin so hard that a nigga barely breathin.
All in the slow lane but a nigga speedin inhalin so
much cali kush try my best to stay warm.
window fogged up Cadillac full of smoke.
I Got dui so I know I cant get pulled over.
No, I'm bullshitting man I shoulda got a chauffer.
Nigga just high, ridin late night, 5 in the morning
idda call daylight,
the bitch finna trill, but I don’t give a fuck, I might
hit her with this dick, and shut her ass up.
I'm in luv with the cali drugs, like the cali bud, I
got some weed strips you should try you some.
Pop a pill bruh, nah forreal though.
I'm just trying to get you high [X a few]
[Project Pat]
What you know about that medical purp with them red
hairs in the medicine jar with chunks of purple weed
stuff.
Break it down in my hands and it gets reall crumbly,
sell it back in Memphis then my pockets real jumbly.
Permanently inhalin kush smoke, blow it out my nose.
Didn’t feel like rose look, bullshit pop tha more,
throwin dope at the stripper ho, show her good love,
weed smoking goin on plus we blows in the club.
Pink lady maybe or blue dolphins, got them strippers at
the room, and we is tossin.
Blunt in my mouth, white hairs full of balls in, pull
it out her mouth rub her own strokin balls in.
I'm in luv with the cali drugs, like the cali bud, I
got some weed strips you should try you some.
Pop a pill bruh, nah forreal though.
I'm just trying to get you high [X3]
[Hook: Juicy J]
I'm geeked up off them bars, so geeked up off them bars
I'm geeked up off them bars, so geeked up off them bars
I'm geeked up off them bars, so geeked up off them bars
I'm geeked up off them bars, so geeked up off them bars
I'm geeked up off them bars, so geeked up off them bars
I'm geeked up off them bars, so geeked up off them bars
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Im on them Xany bars my weed is medical
And I ain't had nothing to eat but some edibles
Drink alot of gin, in love with a stripper, Juicy J one crazy high ass nigga
Throwin money in the club bitches takin pictures
And we keep that Moët flowing like a Bar Mitzvah
In the bottle section bouncin on a leather couch
Money everywhere bouncin out the Louis pouch
I ain't Willy Wonka I don't sugarcoat shit
I keep codeine in my cup with a Sprite mixed
[Hook: Juicy J]
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
50 bars in a party bag, swag
And some weed from Afghanistan, swag
Im on footballs I hit the Superbowl
And I live in a liquor store
I'mma stop buying weed, I'mma make it grow
I'mma stop burning weed, I'mma make it smoke
I ain't no medical doctor but I am self prescribed
Ain't that nigga cooking up sushi but I got the eyes
Before I hit the plane Im already in the sky
Two weeks later, im still in the sky
G6 jet make, them pussys wet
Have you ever snorted Xanax some trippy shit
[Intro: Juicy J]
Cant stop this money flow, broke ass niggas (never)
Hatin' ass niggas man
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I got them shooters on deck AK's with banana clips
We aint bout that talking you get smoked like castle sticks
My nigga only move a real niggas and goons
They dont know how to talk, they only know how to shoot
Drop a couple bands, and get your top cut off
While I'm somewhere with some rich white folks playing golf
My Benz got a hole in the top like a dolphin
I'm on this codeine because this weed got me coughin'
From Memphis Tenneesse where it aint ten a ki
Find a nigga dead in his house, he just a memory
Niggas starving in these streets, coming for your stash
A gun plus a mask, you do that math
Still steppin' on them blocks like hopscotch
Goons on deck shootin' like they own a shot clock
Real nigga always countin' like a stop watch
Bullet after toaster turn you to a pop tart
Hundred bands on the watch bitch its my time
We were totin' pistols to school before Columbine
Juicy J, North Memphis vet
I went and bought a Corvette and put it on my neck
Money talk, you broke niggas is deaf
Bitch I'm blowin' on loud and so is my check
Fully-automatics, no auto-tune
I don't make no diss songs I'm leaving rappers with bullet wound
[Hook x2: Juicy J]
Boss nigga, I be callin' shots
These shakin' ass niggas, be callin' cops
If I got any problems, I call them shooters
My bitch got plenty racks, I call them hooters
[Outro: Juicy J]
Real shit, real spit
Get your money up nigga
(Intro)
Yes sir. The realest nigga in the game. Juicy J. It's going down. North North.
Y'all nigga ain't ready. We gettin' this mothafuckin' money. I thought y'all niggas knew this shit. Lets do it nigga. Come on, lets go.
(Chorus)
Imma rob me a nigga, imma rob me...
I'll give you what I am and tell them give me some money
If you don't know who I am I'm that goon selling yams
I'll give you what I am and tell them give me some money
(x2)
(Juicy J)
It's the return of them dopeboys getting this money man
Selling pills and weed methamphetamines and cocaine
And them jack boys that be down for a robbin'
And them real goons that be down for a poppin'
Have them niggas out here makin' money with this pimpin'
All my niggas out here man gettin' it how they livin'
I went from the projects, fucked up, eating Spam
Now I'm ridin' 30 inches tryin' to push a lot of grams
Leeches on my dick cuz they know that I'm the shit
Haters keep on hating cuz they know that I'm the shit
Nigga I'm on the low, yee ain't know I got dem bricks
I'm getting this money over here I got you bitches sick
(Chorus)
(Project Pat)
The pistol's cocked man, bullets gon' fly dog
And when I swipe this magnum Imma tear your jaw off
I blew your balls off, you niggas cumin
Before they stepped out the trap I was dumpin'
Cuz for that money a nigga dance with death
Man I'm a convict and felon, ain't no chances left
I'm to the death, me and she got a chemistry
Nigga out here feel me, ever had your stomach to your back?
Now that's rob or die
A situation I don't know and me so low on bread
Get two stacks to get my case dropped my lawyer said
The barrels cross your head I ain't like ya anyway
A nigga out here starvin' bout to die and you wanna play?
[Intro:]
Famous and pimping, man!
Yeah, stay tripping, stars, August 27th!
F-ck with me, yeah!
May f-ck these heinous niggas, I'm a rich nigga getting richer
Got Kush up in my swisher, AX still don't hang from my pistol
Got Gucci sneaks on my freaky bitches all in my suit
Bad bitch in my hot tub, and bad bitch in between the sheets.
Twenty sixes on my old school, born up and I'm riding high
Born up with the bullshit, so that could start a fight
But I know I got that money, but I know I keep that burning
Nigga trying to take that cape, beat the bitch nigga like internal!
Bitch! Ain't no money coming like your old money
I'm never coming up, Shawty, I got that old money
I'm counting that paper before I leave the house
Bitch got the new Mercedes that ain't even out, yeah
Roll out while I'm driving, yeah, I'm just vibing
Big house all pimped out, back y'all look like a
Boss nigga, I get paid, bring your bitch out to my play!
I'mma f-ck that bitch today, tomorrow your bitch my maid, nigga!
Tomorrow your bitch my maid, nigga
Tomorrow your bitch my maid, nigga
I'mma f-ck that bitch today, yeah hoe!
Tomorrow your bitch my maid, nigga
Tomorrow your bitch my maid, nigga
Yeah, yeah, hoe!
Still rapping, old niggas!
August 27th, stay tripping!
August 27th you're dead, stay tripping!
Hoe ass nigga!
Pimp shit, get lost ahead, get my drop heads!
Tell them haters drop dead
I don't f-ck with beef, cause I got bread!
Goose whipping, not scared
Feel your ass
Hit the club with some hoes like you ain't just got shot dead!
All this money on my rolly, could have bought a Benz
I'mma wake up in the morning, ain't gonna ball again
And the money's my long
And I'm known to carry more guns than a pun shot, nigga!
[Intro]
Nigga play with me, get his ass busted
Blowin' cash and I've got cash I ain't touched yet
I'm tryna fuck every bitch I ain't fuck yet
Haven't met a motherfucker I can trust yet
[Verse 1]
You out here stuntin, lyin' and...
Before you know it, they'll be IDing your body
Layin' dead in the morgue, we don't play that shit
Catch your car at the mall, we gon' spray that shit
And them niggas that's with ya can't do nothin' but miss ya
AK47, boy, that shit shoots missiles
Got my whole hood with me – king of the city
Drink like a red nigga, smoke like a hippy
But a price on your head, maybe your brother will kill ya
For that money, it could be any one of your niggas
And he throwin' more bullets than the Super Bowl
Nigga, if you don't shoot to kill, what're you shootin' for?
You niggas shakin' – you niggas scared
We takin' head shots, you shoot the legs
Bitch-ass nigga, you ain't 'bout that life
You may come from the streets, but you ain't got no stripes
Keep on payin' these hoes – one gon' set you up
Lay you down, and not even Life Alert can help you up
Niggas killin' every day, over a couple of bandz
So what you think they gon' do for a hundred grand?
[Hook]
Nigga play with me, get his ass busted
Blowin' cash and I've got cash I ain't touched yet
I'm tryna fuck every bitch I ain't fuck yet
Haven't met a motherfucker I can trust yet
Nigga play with me, get his ass busted
Blowin' cash and I've got cash I ain't touched yet
I'm tryna fuck every bitch I ain't fuck yet
Haven't met a motherfucker I can trust yet
[Verse 2]
You bitches out here lyin' like you movin' juices
A nigga fronted your ass a bomb, now you've got excuses
Now you tryna hide, dodgin' our phone calls
A nigga'll catch up with your ass, knock your dome off
Put a hole in your head, what'd you expect?
Playin' with a nigga money, that's disrespect
Fuck around and get your baby mama tied up
A nigga'll pull up on you sprayin' like a fire truck
Set your mama house on fire, nail the door shut
Ain't nobody gettin' out, it's over, bruh
And over what? Niggas ain't takin' shit
These niggas really 'bout that life, you out here fakin' it
[Chorus:]
I’m shootin up shit like a dope fiend
Put a hole in your head like a dolphin
I’m puttin holes in one no golfin’
Leave his ass dead, where the coffin.
[Juicy J:]
Niggas out here aint real
These niggas aint tote no straps
These niggas aint got no work
They just sound good in they raps
They watchin too many movies
Claim he movin them thangs
Took that nigga in the jail cell
He givin up names
Rappin about he in the trap
Actin like he got the sack
Livin at his momma’s house
Scrape it up by Nickleback
Baby aint got no diapers
His baby aint got no food
This nigga aint got no car
But he stand in line for shoes
Now he think he bulletproof
Out here robbin real niggas
Everybody aint goin homie
Real niggas gonna deal with ya
Nigga out here lookin for me
He disapear for about a month
He popped up bout a week ago
Layin dead, his momma drunk.
[Wiz Khalifa:]
I got so many ice its like im playin hockey
Smoke so much green nigga somebody stop me
We in the penthouse, you smell it from the lobby
This ballins all i know my nigga its not a hobby
Ridin in my ride reppin mafia
Never had a chopper Juicy bought me one
Seen niggas with money went and got me some
Nigga see my swag now they copy ‘em
Ooooo
Nigga im ballin smokin half pound a day
Smoke the other in the mornin
Ooooo
Nigga im paid got alot of goons
Nigga im straight, we reppin our game.
Shootin on site nigga try me if you wanna
Click Click Bang Bang
Nigga you a gonna
Bullet dont hit ya it’ll put you in a coma
Loud mouth niggas
Now you a doner
Whole pint of purp and a lot of marijuana
Chrome’d out 38 hot like the summer
Walk up on you whiskey maskin punk
And fire them shots just like im Donald Trump
Big ass pistol got me walkin and im limpin
Fvck you and fuck your clique
Anybody can get it
Dont do all that talkin
Nigga lets shoot to the finish
They wont find your body
(Intro)
Yes sir. The realest nigga in the game. Juicy J. It's going down. North North.
Y'all nigga ain't ready. We gettin' this mothafuckin' money. I thought y'all niggas knew this shit. Lets do it nigga. Come on, lets go.
(Chorus)
Imma rob me a nigga, imma rob me...
I'll give you what I am and tell them give me some money
If you don't know who I am I'm that goon selling yams
I'll give you what I am and tell them give me some money
(x2)
(Juicy J)
It's the return of them dopeboys getting this money man
Selling pills and weed methamphetamines and cocaine
And them jack boys that be down for a robbin'
And them real goons that be down for a poppin'
Have them niggas out here makin' money with this pimpin'
All my niggas out here man gettin' it how they livin'
I went from the projects, fucked up, eating Spam
Now I'm ridin' 30 inches tryin' to push a lot of grams
Leeches on my dick cuz they know that I'm the shit
Haters keep on hating cuz they know that I'm the shit
Nigga I'm on the low, yee ain't know I got dem bricks
I'm getting this money over here I got you bitches sick
(Chorus)
(Project Pat)
The pistol's cocked man, bullets gon' fly dog
And when I swipe this magnum Imma tear your jaw off
I blew your balls off, you niggas cumin
Before they stepped out the trap I was dumpin'
Cuz for that money a nigga dance with death
Man I'm a convict and felon, ain't no chances left
I'm to the death, me and she got a chemistry
Nigga out here feel me, ever had your stomach to your back?
Now that's rob or die
A situation I don't know and me so low on bread
Get two stacks to get my case dropped my lawyer said
The barrels cross your head I ain't like ya anyway
A nigga out here starvin' bout to die and you wanna play?
I'm the Ladies Love, legend in leather
Long and lean, and I don't wear pleather
Last of the red hot lovin MC's
Lookin for a little, that's my theory
It goes quick like lightning, too exciting
Lover of ladies, don't allow biting
Level-headed leader, toy boy feeder
Good love life and a rhyme biter beater
Looking, learning, the one you're liking
Listen and you will love what I'm writing
Ladies love, long, hard and lean
And now you know what L.L. means
[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!
Come on now
[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!
Everybody
[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!
Everybody
[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!
Lightning in the sky, L.L. don't lie
I can hold a larger load than those other little guys
My literature is the land's highest law
The man of the brand, one you look out for
I'm loose like the lace in your brand new sneaker
Release the bass in your face like a large Vega speaker
Li-li-lis-listen to my rhyme
Here to satisfy the listeners who stood on line
Bought tickets to see me kick it and wasn't late
The love every little bit of the cuts he creates
First not last, leader of the class, see
From London, Long Beach, and down to Tallahassee
Ladies are pleased, I'm not wearin Lee's
The Kangol is mine, the godfather is E
I bust your lip, my level won't slip
Clockin crazy dollars on the L.L. tip
Come on!
[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!
Come on
[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!
Everybody
[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!
Everybody
[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!
Loose with the ladies, loud like a ref
When I die, there will be no lovers left
I'm the little girl liker, legendary writer
Let's see, I never lost cause I burn like a lighter
My love is long and my lyrics rock loud
Lurkin shadow in the shadows like Little McLoud
I'm the Ladies Love, lyrical lord in the club
Ladies Love, the man you dream of
[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!
[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!
Everybody
[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!
Everybody
[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!
Never ever lost, not lonely or alone
You can call me the last Capone
Not a little kid playing with garbage can lids
Don't need a legal lawyer, I ain't doin no bid
Cause the ladies know my bass is low
Rockin L after L ever since the intro
Liberacce couldn't rock it like the long-legged pro
Two legs, not four like Lassie, I don't eat Alpo
Come on
[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!
Everybody
[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!
Everybody
[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!
Everybody
[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!
All over the land they listen to my jams
Like a cherry lollypop when you're lickin your hand
I'm poppin and lockin, so I can give you a list
All of my lyrics are swift, so the losers never riff
I love givin em bliss, havin my name on the list
I'm the life of the party and my rhymes are priceless
Each jam is like a lesson other rappers must learn
Cold laugh cause they don't like it every time I return
Come on
[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!
Come on now
[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!
Everybody
[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!
Everybody
[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!
Come on now
[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!
Sing along now
[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!
Everybody
[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!
L.L. Cool J wants you to get ill
[ girls ] Aaaahhhhhhhh!
[ guys ] Let's get ill!
shut the fuck up
(chorus) x2
im always stayin doug on these hoes
chevy thang wit lambroghini do's
diamonds to the toes wrist froze
cant duplicate this swagga im too cold.
eeney-meeny lambroghini, car for the week
next week its the beamy
or might ride in the snow white chevy
peanut butter guts thats extra creamy
everybody toss cuz we floss in the club
throwin out franklins tip them wit dubs
all d boys got mattress money neva had a check that was stacked
to a stub.
poppin dem bottles
drinks on me
18 bottles 18 freaks
medical marijuana in the air
i aint satisfied till i smoke me a piece
smoke me a p
drank me a p
p for patron make you fall to your knees
wash it down wit a beer make u tipsy
wildin in th club now freeze!
(chorus) x2
see young nigga posted in the trap
nigga ima pimp so accept the fact
and a part time dope boy
fuck some rap only deal in cash dont fuck wit tax
fool im the truth u can sheck my stats
fuck only bad hoes from the back
and a big bitch i was drunk off jack
got chewed up
t bag'd the sack
if you know a freak and you wanna toss,
quit playin games lets break the law
lets go serve the government dawg
all politicians wanna fuck dem raw
pay alil mo u can have the broad
pay a lil less ima have yo jaw
just like war this the shock and all
just like a movie you can call it saw
but i gotta get paid
or youll get sprayed
i aint sell lemonade
im sellin lemons lay
im mista dont play
hustlin all day
watchin my money rise
just like a souflei
im always stayin (X9)
(Purple Kush Blower, Purple Kush Smoker, Purple Drank Drankin' Money On Tha Floor)
Im so high eyes red as fire
Smoke so much weed dancin in tha sky
Shots of patron dowin witha beer
Bitches in my ear but i cant hear
Cause im in a zone I aint goin home
im sendin drunkin' texts out on my phone
its my birthday its a party
yea a nigga drunk yea im shit faced
and im poppin pills i dont give a damn
where a nigga is im goin ham
see you at tha bar see in tha park
see you suckin my dick in tha back of my car.
(chorus)
I got purple in my cup purple in my blunt
pull up to tha trap like shawty what you want
bricks in da fender tha moneys in tha trunk
bust tha baggies open.theres nothin up in my funk
tha whole hood know me tha whole hood love me
tha haters want above me
Bitches wanna fuck me get money like nike
boy just do it my money so dumb
my swag go stupid i dont drink crisp
i drink purple fruity bitch these are dimonds
these are not cootys im leanin' right now
this purple shit tha truth and im high right now
im smokin in tha booth.
(Chorus)
Strawberry cigarillos full of tha purple roll up that blunto
light up that purple mind in a circle cuz we on our third blunt
buff weed smokers get up on our third hut
walkin in tha club throwed smell a bunny on my clothes
inhale tha cush blow tha smoke out my nose
niggas know tha loud let me imphasize
a nigga sell loud crowed tryna avertize
hynessye fif to my lips now im straight mayen
fresh off of purple so im rollin lika freight train
gucci shoes gucci bandana suckas hate mayen
Know a little freak in, in Hollywood
Sucks, sucks on dick, does it, does it real good
Know a little freak in, in Hollywood
Sucks, sucks on dick, does it, does it real good
I long dick her like ugh, ugh, ugh
I long dick her like ugh, ugh, ugh
I long dick her like ugh, ugh, ugh
I long dick her like ugh, ugh, ugh
They call me Mr. Dingaling weighin' on a triple beam
Guarantee you five or less minutes I can make you cream
I see you got these boyfriends spendin' money buyin' bling
I know you got some super head that's super hot like jalapen'
I hope you know I'm straight up fro' the hood love to bang, bang, bang
You make me wanna scratch off
Get some brain how to you fit them jeans
We can drink and hookup, do some things, I mean do some things
Hotter jacuzzi, we can get nudey
Know you a freak, way you shake your booty
Her first name Susie, last name Boojie
Got her real drunk, my nig shell chew me
Know a lil' freak
Know a lil' freak
Long dick her like
Long dick her like
Long dick her like
Long dick her like
Girl friend soft skin pussy just right
I be wild when I go in there 'cause I know that pussy bite
Ain't got no marks on her body, she like to keep on the lights
She put her legs on my shoulder and I long dick her
Ugh, ugh
Yeah, it's Mr. Savage Life
Yeah, I give it to you like you never ever had it like
I dont' know her name, we just did it on the first night
I'ma call her JJ 'cause I know that shit was dynamite
Girl, who that pussy for? Nobody from the look at cha
Want A G to beat that pussy up, then I'm the man you're lookin' for
Nigga, put them cuffs up, go find another chick to show
'Cause I already hit that ho, believe me I already know
Know a 'lil freak
Know a 'lil freak
I long dick her like
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Look at Miss Goodie Goodie Pussy right there
With that pretty ass face and dat some pretty ass hair
With some pretty ass eyes and a pretty ass smile
I guess that one drink I bought will be worth my while
With your double D rack and a tattoo on your back
Matta a fact, I think I'll start from the back
[Unverified] from the back
Give me one more win once again from the back
This time I think I'm gonna win with some hat
Some head, some cap
Some chewin' on my pipeline
Give your boy oral 'til his heart flat line
Chea
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Verse 1:]
I'm like a nigga gettin' cream on a triple beam
So much money in my face I'm livin' a dream
Whips outside
Bitches wanna ride
Cause they know them trap niggas got them drug (?)
They wanna get high for free and a shopping spree
Bitch roll me up some weed 'fore you hit yo knees
Want money in yo purse?
You gone have to work
Get your ass on the floor
Mix in with the dirt
[Hook:]
You want deez rackz ho?
Pick that shit up off the floo'
You want deez rackz ho?
Pick that shit up off the floo' Pick that shit up off the floo' Pick that shit up off the floo'
You want deez rackz ho?
Pick that shit up off the floo' (2x)
[Verse 2:]
My neck is froze
Jewellery be 20 below
I'm waken baken
Money still risin' like dough
These bitches jockin' they think I'm in the NBA
I got money like them niggas but I'm Juicy J
Chrome rims on anything that's foreign
Bad bitches from overseas flown in
A big mansion all my weed stanky
So many titles under my belt Yankees
If you money hungry bitch I'mma feed ya
You actin' brand new
I'm a teacher
The trippy niggas don't really give a damn
I throw money in yo face bitch BAM!
[Hook:]
You want deez rackz ho?
Pick that shit up off the floo'
You want deez rackz ho?
Pick that shit up off the floo' Pick that shit up off the floo' Pick that shit up off the floo'
You want deez rackz ho?
Yes I'm smoking weed always pussy
Let's go
I'm ridin with that package so I gotta stay strapped
Yes sir
I ain't tryna catch that pack so I gotta stay strapped
No sir
With two nines to your chest, we gon call you Warren Sapp
For you rats that's tryna take cheese from the trap
I'm ridin with that package so I gotta stay strapped
Ride
I ain't tryna catch that pack so I gotta stay strapped
No Sir
With two nines to your chest, we gon call you Warren Sapp
For you rats that's tryna take cheese from the trap
Doping and whipping, a groupie hoe on my dick
These hoes ain't in love with me, they in love with my chips
No seat belt is strapped, but I gotta strap in my lap
Got rats comin for my cheese they gonna run across my trap
Money on your head but you ain't gonna need a cap
Put your ass to sleep, take a permanent nap
I got plenty of tools, but I don't play with them
I go to sleep with all my bitches, yeah I lay with them
Homie I'm always strapped, like a green marine
In my cup I got that lean, that's that drink
Some of my niggas trappers, some of them crooks
If you think we ain't bout to bust, you dumb as you look
I'm ridin with that package so I gotta stay strapped
Yes sir
I ain't tryna catch that pack so I gotta stay strapped
No sir
With two nines to your chest, we gon call you Warren Sapp
For you rats that's tryna take cheese from the trap
I'm ridin with that package so I gotta stay strapped
Ride
I ain't tryna catch that pack so I gotta stay strapped
No Sir
With two nines to your chest, we gon call you Warren Sapp
For you rats that's tryna take cheese from the trap
Got nine shots for that Warren Sapp
All the heroine on my block, our junk is runnin laps
We ridin round with that strap, nigga takin?
All these? ass niggas eatin, so we takin?
You gettin money, so we take yo money
Don't be lookin funny, gon spill ya onioin
Start runnin, hear that thang hummin,?
Niggas start runnin
Ain't gon chase ya, but I'm gon get ya
Ya homeboys, they goin with ya
It's a reaction, malt liquor
Young niggas, hair triggers
Cold blood, laid his ass out
All the lil niggas on the 150, they the ones that had the?
We the ones that had to go hard, and lay niggas head in lap
On the rap
It's time to take the cheese from the trap
I'm ridin with that package so I gotta stay strapped
Yes sir
I ain't tryna catch that pack so I gotta stay strapped
No sir
With two nines to your chest, we gon call you Warren Sapp
For you rats that's tryna take cheese from the trap
I'm ridin with that package so I gotta stay strapped
Ride
I ain't tryna catch that pack so I gotta stay strapped
No Sir
With two nines to your chest, we gon call you Warren Sapp
For you rats that's tryna take cheese from the trap
I'm after the cheese, after the green, call it trap Kermit
Straight hoppin, pistol poppin, we ain't got no permits
Been up in here for four / five days, call me hood Hermit
Can't show no bread like Lenny on good times, had to burn him
Now it's gonna learn him, you pancake niggas mouths flippin
Banana chopper turn your niggas cherries into banana splits
Gettin head like a fitted cap, from yo baby moms
Nigga mad, now he wanna do a pimp bodily harm
Project want?, double barrel in your face
I'm on some rubber band business, Juicy J
Automatic guns, paper sacks, full of presidents
Every shell wiped off, I ain't leavin evidence
I'm ridin with that package so I gotta stay strapped
Yes sir
I ain't tryna catch that pack so I gotta stay strapped
No sir
With two nines to your chest, we gon call you Warren Sapp
For you rats that's tryna take cheese from the trap
I'm ridin with that package so I gotta stay strapped
Ride
I ain't tryna catch that pack so I gotta stay strapped
No Sir
With two nines to your chest, we gon call you Warren Sapp
[Hook: Juicy J]
Fuckin' with my cheese that come with beef, like Rotel
Wildin' in the club, give us room, like hotels
And I'm pimpin' hoes so you better catch this wholesale
Haters wishin' that I fall off, oh well
Fuckin' with my cheese that come with beef, like Rotel
Wildin' in the club, give us room, like hotels
And I'm pimpin' hoes so you better catch this wholesale
Haters wishin' that I fall off, oh well
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I used to ride Chevy's, now it's Bentley coupes and
Maybachs
From the Dirty South, fresh and clean, like some Ajax
Back when I was broke, all these hoes thought I was
ugly
Now my money long and all these hoes slutty
Let's go make a movie, I do my own stuntin
My money like bubbles, now watch me blow a hundred
A whole lot of drugs and some freaky snow bunnies
With "I Love Juicy J" tatted on they stomach
Let's go hit the town, smoke some Kush and get trippy
Trynna get high enough to do a song with Biggie
Straight from Hollywood to Hollywood, North Memphis
And what's the point of being rich if you can't spend
it ho
[Hook]
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
AK-47, with the shoulder brace
First I poke your girl then hit her with that poker
face
So many cars in my garage, ain't no walking space
Bitch I'm so high it feel like I can walk in space
Just ordered me a car that got a bed in it
When I get it I'm a fuck and get head in it
Ask me do I get it, you can see it can't you
When your girl leave me I bet her knees ashy
I bet her throat scratchy
I bet she call a taxi
You know I kill the pussy, toe tag it
And I'm always on time, but my roof absent
2 Chainz' charm bigger than a Volkswagen
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
I see why niggas out here hatin' me
Got that Stevie Wonder money, they'll never see
Whippin' 360's in that Lamborghini
With a cup of Dirty Sprite, poppin' beans mane
I don't handcuff hoes and make 'em my bride
Just take 'em to the telly put my dick inside
30 stacks for a gig
My pockets fat as a pig
30 inches on the whip, sit high like a rig
I got more bitches, than a dog catcher
And that Bill Gates bread is what I'm chasing after
Brightlin watch, with the diamonds, is a hoe grabba
And I stay spaceship high, I don't need NASA
Explain [Hook: Juicy J]
You say no to drugs, Juicy J can't
You say, you say no to drugs, Juicy, Juicy J can't
You say no to drugs, Juicy J can't
You say, you say no to drugs, Juicy, Juicy J can't
You say no to drugs, Juicy J can't
You say, you say no to drugs, Juicy, Juicy J can't
You say no to drugs, Juicy J can't
You say, you say no to drugs, Juicy, Juicy J can't
Juicy J, Juicy J, Juicy J, Juicy J
Juicy, Juicy, Juicy, Juicy, Juicy J can't
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Lean overflowing like New Orleans' broken levies
No relationship with hoes, I just want that Becky
I'm bout my money, I gets my fetti
Street nigga, north Memphis, bitch I still rep it
Smokin' weed from the bong
And the lean got my sprung
Molly in my veins got my heart beatin' like a drum
Grinding on my teeth like a nigga chewing gum
Eye's Chinese tight, but I don't, work at Yung's
Juicy so high I feel like that I am on a cloud
Weed don't talk, but the shit I got here loud
After the show we grab the groupie hoes, I'm smokin' out
No smoke for free, no IOU's, no I don't do no vowels
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
The club doped out, we dove in
Shawty got that ass poked out, but I'm pokin'
I get that cap and gown, like I'm graduatin'
Shawty straight, on the bed, she ain't hesitatin'
I'm on that loud, you on that hush
Nigga I'm the shit, can't even flush
I'm gettin' money ballin', with out a contract
I ain't gotta smoke for you to catch a contact
I shoot guns, I don't blow guns
Smoke so much I should've had four lungs
I'm smokin', 'till my money gone
And that's no time soon, cause my money long
(feat. Casey Veggies)
Racks full of water, when we hit the club, we gonna make it rain
Till the club flood,
D boys popping bud, doing plenty drugs
When we hit the club, show the strippers love
Flood out the club, show the strippers love
Flood out the club, show the strippers love
Flood out the club, show the strippers love
Show the strippers love, show the strippers love,
Own shop with a nigger, Juicy is the club
Mansion in the Holly hills, chinchilla rug
Flashy everywhere I go, louie to the toe
And when I'm done fucking all these hoes
I show them to the door
You can call me Saint Tropez cause I sure know how to throw
Money on that ass, when she grinding on the floor
White chick on my left, black on my right
Getting the ... watch them shake that ass like dice
Zip lock, bag of kush and a double cup
2 bitches on my dick, I get double sucked
I'm like genuine I need that pony ride
And when I'm done smashing that chick
I toss her to my guy
Racks full of water, when we hit the club, we gonna make it rain
Till the club flood,
D boys popping bud, doing plenty drugs
When we hit the club, show the strippers love
Flood out the club, show the strippers love
Flood out the club, show the strippers love
Flood out the club, show the strippers love
Show the strippers love, show the strippers love,
Put it to the club, Juice picks up in that phantom
...make it happen in Atlanta
Just turned 18, and I'm bout to spend this green
...these hoes rolling with the team
Juicy gave me some racks, throwing right on her ass
Bang on me so fast, and I never give you a pass
Damn girl you're crazy, you dancing like it's your last
Next day dream about that day, I was sleeping up in class
Last time I checked...just cashed that check
Gave my niggers some this time
We made enough, you made it up, L.A. girls gonna lay with us
They down to roll, down to suck, cause these niggers that's making bucks...
I got a main bitch, i got a new hoe
Love my AK and i bought a 44
She so seductive when she takes them clothes off
Nigga get wrong been that bitches is going on
It's her birthday so i bought that bitch a bee
She my inspiration so i let her see
Had a let her go ‘cause she wasn't working right
Had to pull my side bitch ‘cause she was working right
Why you mad at me she don't wanna take your life
Taking your money, taking your jewelry
But these niggas on night
She finem she mine
Ask what size she wear, she'll tell u 9
2 x Hook:
This bitch on my side all she like to do is .
This bitch on my side she a taker niggaprince
This bitch on my side, on my side at night
Anybody get wrong she gonna get that rush
If i pull up on my hip you know i'm bout to squeeze
If you Cv with my girl then you know you'd better leave
Just bout the extender you can't find a better wee
Better watch what you say ‘cause the drama you don't need
Dress her ass up and now watch make that ass
All the rapping that you're doing that shit over bro
Is a rap rap rap rap rap
I got goons i don't call em if i got a problem
My old lady it's .just buy a . it's awful
Take your money like . all this money i'm .
See a . awful put that nigga in a coffee
(feat. Project Pat)
These niggers dropping dimes, they some real snitches
The only dimes that I ever dropped was some bitches
I'ma cut some fingers, I'ma clip some tongues, cause
All that pouring and that talking ain't allowed where I'm from X 2
Nigger stuck off in the fare, fucking with them bricks
His partners put them laws on him, over a bitch
These pussy nigger scared, don't wanna take they charge
They swear they hard but they ...in cotton balls
Real niggers go to jail and don't tell them nothing, true
Do that time, come back home then get back to hustling
We got everything for sale, but the kitchen sink
Keep my eyes on you snakes, I don't even blink
Boy you scared, you gonna tell them white folks everything, yes sir
To cut your time, you gonna give up errybody name
Snitching nigger you ain't straight, them folks gonna find you dead
Cut your tongue, gut your mouth then put one in your head
These niggers dropping dimes, they some real snitches
The only dimes that I ever dropped was some bitches
I'ma cut some fingers, I'ma clip some tongues, cause
All that pouring and that talking ain't allowed where I'm from X 2
The bigger the gun, the bigger the skull
The bigger the hole for ... to put
Hole in your head, I put you to sleep
Body not found, mama gon' weep
Drop in the... then run in your mouth
Nowhere to run then in the south
... goons and...
I ... your wheel
...blowing on kush and sipping on hen
Forgive me father for your sin
....convicted felon back in the pen
... he looking for bread, he know that's a loss
...behind them bars, now you gon' squeal...
These niggers dropping dimes, they some real snitches
The only dimes that I ever dropped was some bitches
I'ma cut some fingers, I'ma clip some tongues, cause
All that pouring and that talking ain't allowed where I'm from X 2
Prime time snitching lies, got line...
Take the clic to make them flip...
Trying to dodge prison time...
If you mention mines... good you up and put your body in an envelope
... and that ... pressure, makes the snitches wanna...
God is my witness man I swear to tell the whole truth...
These niggers dropping dimes, they some real snitches
The only dimes that I ever dropped was some bitches
I'ma cut some fingers, I'ma clip some tongues, cause
Play me some pimpin' mane
Follow me on twitter at @therealjuicyj
Let's get trippy
I'm Vegas right now mane, recording this shit
Let's go
[Hook]
Left my old bitch at home, got a new one (6x)
[Verse 1]
My bitch asked me do I love her
I tell her "Yeah"
But the truth is I only love the head
Always on her knees, never using her legs
I don't trust her neither, she just want Juicy bread
Got a new bitch, shit I got 2 or 3
What they do for free, everything they do for me
They eat each other's pussy, I just like to see
Fuck a bouji ass bitch, all I like is freaks
Got that liquor in me, now I'm a born star
I pull the whip over and fuck her in my foreign car
I'm so fuckin' high I need some new lungs
Left my old bitch at home, got a new one
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I got a new bitch, I met her in Cali
I gave her my number, she gave me her panties
Lil mama can blow, so I gave her a Grammy
I don't even know her name, I think it was Tammy
I just met a Cuban bitch out in Miami
Shaped like a Coke bottle, hot as a cannon
She could be an actress, she might be a model
It don't matter to me, long as that ho swallow
I'm her's for tonight, I'm leaving tomorrow
It's back off in my mansion, it's somebody's daughter
She dancin' like she fuckin' her mama who taught her
Then I kick her out cause I got enough stalkers
It's in me to hustle, work my muscle
It's in me to blow your ass out for a duffle
It's in me to cut a nigga head, if he get wrong
I'm out here, fight
Hungry so get wrong
It's in me to hustle, work my muscle
It's in me to blow your ass out for a duffle
It's in me to cut a nigga head, if he get wrong
I'm out here, fight
Hungry so get wrong
Gunz gunz gunz gunz gunz keys pounds beans
Nigga be bringing all this cheese
Nigga be out here hatin' on me
Nigga I'm real I'm from the streets
North memphis, real killa nigga we get that gasoline
Set him on fire, dump that body
Nigga my hood, nigga never gonna leave
Blue crush, real crush, my young niggas say fuck police
My young niggas pop pills, smoke weed
My young niggas are wild as me
My young niggas invade your home
My young niggas put bullets in domes
Hold him down, duck tape to the face click boom
I can make it happen, doors kicked in I'm jackin'
40.000 on your head, you might wanna stop laughin'
You might wanna stop flaggin', you might wanna start
packin'
You might wanna start rappin', you violate we blastin'
It's in me to hustle, work my muscle
It's in me to blow your ass out for a duffle
It's in me to cut a nigga head, if he get wrong
I'm out here, fight
Hungry so get wrong
It's in me to hustle, work my muscle
It's in me to blow your ass out for a duffle
It's in me to cut a nigga head, if he get wrong
I'm out here, fight
Bullet holes leakin', people ain't peepin'
.45 in my drawers, got a nigga leanin'
Juicy J beef, and my .45 singin'
When that ho go off a nigga ears be ringin'
Gangsta nigga doing gangster shit
She'll set a nigga up, that's right I got a gangster bitch
My young niggas starvin', and you look like a bargain
Shootin' at the range, and you look like the target
You was turnt up, now you dearly departed
Circling through your hood with my dogs, choppers barkin'
These niggas ain't hard, these pussy niggas flexin'
Ran to the car when I pulled out my weapon
If you snitch, you gotta die
If you smoke, you gotta buy
If they arrest your ass, you gotta lie
Need anything, I got a guy (dope man)
20 years in the game and I'm still winnin'
Wastin' money, rollin' weed and I'm still sippin'
A veteran in the game and I'm still gettin' it
Broke up with my ex and I'm still hittin' it
A nigga play with me that stainless steel bustin'
I'm a hustler till I die, nigga I'm still hustlin'
County jail,?
Robbing charge, penal farm? Memphis, in the hole for the firearm
Project born, hood raised, shot niggas in the face
2001 tried to book me on a murder case
Seen so many prisons bars, thats why I got bars
Depression had me on them bars, I stay on Mars
Got my money out the sewer so that means it's dirty
Police patrolling 7 AM so we hustle early
Cause the early bird gone get the worm
Lay with my bread, choppa straighten you like a perm
Kidnap N murk niggas over drug dealin'
Explain [Hook: Juicy J]
Take the blunt, dip it in the lean, then light it
Pop a Molly, drink some orange juice, get higher
Take the blunt, dip it in the lean, then light it
Pop a Molly, drink some orange juice, get higher
(Get higher), get higher, (get higher), get higher, (get higher)
Pop a Molly, drink some orange juice, get higher
(Get higher), get higher, (get higher), get higher, (get higher)
Pop a Molly, drink some orange juice, get higher
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Juicy J be throwed
Body movement slow
All a nigga do is sip lean and fuck hoes
Smoking with a queen
And she popped a bean
Call my niggas over, and let her fuck the team
And I'm taking drags
From the volcano bag
Pop off a couple of Mollies, reaching for the hash
I'm so fucked up, playing PS3
I'm bout to start a fire, Juicy J TNT
Mansion in Tennessee
Drinking on Hennessy
And my crib in Cali look like a dispensary
Toss that roach, where the lighter
Kief in the blunt, nigga get higher
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Trippy as a fool, I got that double cup addiction
All these pills I'm popping, I'm in the water like I'm fishing
Two foreign bitches
And I got 'em kissing
Marijuana ménage à trois, nigga that's the mission
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Swisher full of pizzurp
Molly got the white girls going straight berserk
Styrofoam cup, nigga this ain't no Icee
I put hash on top of the weed like motherfucking icing
Can't no nigga do like me
This Bubble Kush, no licence
Copped a whole pound, this trippy life enticing
Your main bitch my groupie, I see why you don't like me
I put Molly on the tounge, of any nigga wifey
Chorus (8x): Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
There's a freak in north Memphis that rollin' & smokin' goodie
She toss a 380, I hate it because she hoodie
Her wreckin' be a dog, a hog, or just a bully
It's cool if she be down to clown, cause she'll pull it
Don't underestimate her face, she ain't a rookie
And when she get in deep and deep, the ho be trippin'
A gangsta type bitch that make ya say (oowwee!)
She lick my balls, ba-ba balls, I banged and freaked her pussy
Now I'm drankin' on this cortisone that's gots me feelin' frisky
Lookin' fo a freaky ho to suck up on my dicky
Needs a pro, and not an amateur so I come licky
Number one drop flick and sucks the dick to end this quickly
Sucks me dumb, and gots me sprung, and leaves it wit a hickey
If you gots the bitch then I don't know he's coming? fit me (frayser boy)
If you lookin' fo the ho, don't bother cause she's wit me
The bitch was born to use her tongue, he nigga's name was Vicky
A head huntin' bitch that's on a mission, lookin' for the head
For that pussy suckin' motherfucker slobbin' in my legs (wassuuuppp!)
Cause we buck, now know we ain't gon fuck
You gon put your face in face and work yo tongue until I nut
Bitch nigga, yeah you love it when I treat you like a ho
Man these niggas claimin' pimpin' is these niggas that'll go
First time? Boy whatever, so you listed a beginner
You fo sho to be a pro cause I'mma feed you lunch and dinner
Break yo knees, keep it real, c'mon do that thang you do
All you niggas eatin' pussy Chat got notin' but love fo you
Don't be shame you a man, you supposed to please a bitch
If you want it drippin' wet you gotta lick it fo you hit
Camera ready in the closet, lights, camera, action
I'mma show my girls for promotion on ya cappin'
Man you out the frame, man you lickin' in the right spot
Trippy as a motherfucker man
You niggas don't get high
(Drugged out)x8
This some good loud
Know what I'm sayin' nigga
Fuck what you talking' 'bout
I fall up in the club I'm like a walking pharmacy
If you ain't smoking what I'm smoking need to get the fuck from me
I be gettin' so fuckin' high feel like I'm hang in with the stars
Outer space swag, shawty come hang with a star
I ain't waste 'nan drank, but the (?)
Fifty thousand racks, shatwy that's a (?)
I'm on so many drugs feel like my heart 'bout to bust
It's so many bitches a nigga can't help, but to lust
Give me a double cup, give me some ice
I got the lean, now where's the Sprite
My weed loud and you on that "Shut the fuck up!"
Meet me on the top floor, shawty let's get fucked up
I brought the drugs in, got the club drugged out nigga
Fuck with my high and you gone get drugged out
I got the dope dick shawty come get drugged out
And I'm lookin' for the drug mane when my drugs out
I brought the drugs in, got the club drugged out nigga
Fuck with my high and you gone get drugged out
I got the dope dick shawty come get drugged out
And I'm lookin' for the drug mane when my drugs out
I got Kush off in my pants pocket smoking' back to back
I said I was gone quit, but I just relapsed
Mane this weed got me with the munchies, I need a snack
Even after winning Oscar's, we don't know how to act
Went from Hollywood to HollyWOOD, racks on top of racks
Smokin' out with Snoop and Wiz Khalifa, sacks on top of sacks
Met this bitch at the awards show, man her pussy fat
I'mma take her to my mansion, and sweat her out her tracks
Fine as Halle Berry, a great dick sucker
If she get it from her momma then I want to meet her mother
The reason why I'm filthy rich, is cause I hustle
featuring Project Pat & D.J. Paul
[Project Pat]
Yeah it's Project Pat in this thang... This goes out to all real
Niggas mayne... You gettin' that money you gotta keep gettin' that
Cheese man... You know what I'm sayin'? And those who sittin'
Around waitin' on a handout, nigga, keep waitin'
[Hook]
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money
[Verse 1 - Project Pat]
The gutta, the hood, the drugs, what's cookin'?
The guns, the mask, the young broads hookin'
The grams, the zones, the hundred for the tens
The county, the state, the fed-e-ral pen
Police in them high speeds now that's where I been
Ya left ya house unattended, was breakin' in
Old heads 'round the way say I need to cease fire
Cocaine habit like, water to the grease fire
Nines, big pinky rangs, flashy like King Tut
Dirty South ain't havin' thangs, do you see the bling what?
Candy paint, on the cars, hazelnut wood
Twenty fo' inch floaters floatin' through the hood
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Juicy J]
I'm on the slab tryna slang this pack of yams (yams)
Call me the sand man straight, outta Pakistan (stan)
I'm tryna get in, suckers better get this (this)
I'm tryna make it rich, ice on my wrizzist (wrist)
You on the grind every night, tryna get mine (mine)
Slangin blow, packs of pills and that goodie pine (pine)
[DJ Paul]
Yeah, I specialize in bein' a specialist (specialist)
Don't make money ain't makin' our list (what?)
Except ya girlfriend cause she insist (she insist)
I got the chewin' so long I left her wit' a lisp (wit' a lisp)
I make the ones hatin' feel shitty (really)
Show my ass buyin' the same cars as P. Diddy, what?
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Project Pat]
I been gettin' money from the crumbs to the purse snatchin'
I kept a mask on wit' the guns click-clackin'
Project was straight jackin' drug dealers to the fiends
I wasn't comin' up I had dreams of comin' clean
About this ghetty green, night and day I plot and scheme
Was in the project sellin' pills sippin' lean
Nigga I'm hustlin', where the bullets never ceaseful
It's always gunplay, cause ya mouth stay in grease-ful
Get a treeful, my candy like Honeydew
They see me in my car, dog, this what money do
Ya baby mama wanna holla so you hate to this
I'm talkin' money talk some can't relate to this
[Hook]
[Intro]
I wanna dedicate this song to that special chick
(Did you hear that?)
Trippy chick...
[Hook: Justin Timberlake]
When we go walking in the woods
Nobody can hear us
And you could be as freaky as you should
I love you at your weirdest
Unleash the animal, hear my mating call
I want you to be fearless
When we go walking in the woods
A natural experience
Go ahead...
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Hey baby let's fly away to a private place
So far away we get high and feel that we out of space
She keep looking back at it, we keep grinding like jack rabbits
All she want is this pipe, I turn her into a crack addict
Ain't nothing that a nigga can't afford
Louie, Gucci or Chanel, I'll buy the store
You and me on a new beach, sippin' champagne
Making love on a island resort
No need to pack luggage, hope on the jet like “fuck it”
I got everything you want and you need, I guarantee you'll love it
She the baddest woman you ever seen, she belong with King Magazine
You might seen her on a movie screen, she's so dope now I'm her fiend
Just thinking about her I don't need a buzz
We party hard, we don't need a club
Bring your passport we're making love in Persia on a Persian rug
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I got a Rolls-Royce baby that's yours
I got a private jet baby that's yours
I'm balling baby, what's mine is yours
You can have all that and even more
I got a black card, go on a shopping spree
I buy you so much ice, girl you can ski
Your old man tryna lock you down
Come with Juicy J and you'll be free
She got her own, she independent
We at the lake, she skinny dipping
In the hotel we wake the neighbors
They knocking like Jehovah's Witness
Girl we can kick [?] karate
Out on my yaught we go island shopping
Back to my suit, ten grand a night
Just me and you, it's a private party
She's sent from heaven, mayne
She needs wings on her
I might have to put a ring on her
Damn she so bad, damn she so thick
I wonder how she fit jeans on it
For me she unleash her inner animal when we meet
And she a lady off in the streets
But a beast when we're in the sheets
[Hook: Uncle Luke]
If you believe in having sex say Hell Yeah
If you believe in having sex say Hell Yeah
If you believe in having sex say Hell Yeah
If you believe in having sex say Hell Fuck Yeah
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Shawty throw me that ass
Hold up, let me see it
Pop it, let me touch it
Bring it back and let me squeeze it
Gon' show me that pussy cat
I'ma take it home and beat it
If its as good as it looks might go in raw and squeeze it
pop a couple of these bands
she poppin open that G-string
Pussy wet as a pool
and Juicy J is in the deep end
Bands a make her dance
I dont tip until I see your pussy
she aint got no waist line and that ass soft as a seat cushion
Damn right I make it rain
all night that's a hurricane
Strip club run outta ones
I'm throwin twenty's I don't need change
Every time she drop it, I'm going off in my pocket
50 thousand in the air, I aint worried bout nothin'
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Trina]
I believe in having sex
Bitch I'm Miss America
I do what I want to do and fuck him in my Panamera
Yeah bad bitch, dont see no broad savage
I dont even fuck around bout the cabbage
Those hoes just sweet average
Aint no domain go Juicy
He love my big ole' booty
He pretends bake my cookie,
Bugatti bitch no hoopty
If I let you feature my movie
My legs wrapped around my neck
If I let feature in my movie somebody cuttin me a big check
Hood rich he got a donkey dick
I'm Aquafina make em tappin it
I wanna feel his third leg while he strokin' it
Put my face in pillow while he grindin it
Oh yeah, give me over take a pic
Stroke me good throw me deep dick
Let put this shit on Instagram
It's Juicy J and Trina Bitch!
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
I dont give a pin up (fuck)
Put it in her ginnats (guts)
Hit a strip club ran outta ones so now I got the re-up
I dont give a pin up
Put it in her ginnats (Guts)
I dont give a pin up
Put it in her ginnats (Guts)
Hit a strip club ran outta ones so now I got the re-up
Sex pistol, lady killer
Bust a nut on her
And that's baby-sittin'
Okay, next contestant
I smoke no blunt for breakfast
Skeeted on her chest, and that's a fuckin necklace
By the time you get back, I'll be so in leavin strokas
With a girl like Pocahontas with her hair down to her shoulders
Unconditional love we can do it in a Porsche
From the Porsche to the wall
Wall to the sofa, I'm supposed to bosta
Insta coasta nostra
Then I pull her closer
Hit her with that poker, Yeah
(Feat. Space Ghost Purp & ASAP Rocky)
Get your mother fucking paper up
And quit hating on otha niggers, man!
Y'all niggers is crazy out here, man!
Why you niggers be out here with that bullshit?
You already know I'm gonna be at,
The mother fucking bank!
Chorus: (x2)
Real hustlers don't sleep, we takin naps
Cigarillo full of hairy shit, bought up like.
Got my eyes on you snakes, like craps, on a paper chase
And you haters getting lapped
Hood Nigga But A Good Dude
Good Nigga But A Hood Dude
Chik You Dont Know What i Been Through
So You Don't Know What I Could Do
They're hating on me, they talk down
They talk threats that's good news!
Margiella Raf Simons Them Rick Owens is good shoes
Getting paid, I'm in the good mood
Old school, Slabs In It
Real 24 Karats In It, Courtesy Of My Black Dentist
Trill bitch, Ad libing, that's what I call eloquence!
I'm Gettin Brain She sucking dick
Thats what I call intelligence
Tell a fella, Tell a Gent,
tell a friend, Then Tell a Friend
All I fuck is lesbians Fuck Her Till She Celibate
White Bitches Love Taylor Swift,
Tell a bitch I'm hella Swift
Hustling every day With My Twin and Juicy J!
Chorus: (x2)
Real hustlers don't sleep, we take a nap
Cigarillo full of hairy shit, bottles like.
Got my eyes on you snakes, like craps, on a paper chase
And you haters getting lapped
Hi guys, what's up bitch
My name is Purp
I'm fucking your bitch, and I made her Squirt
I'm going to be rich, as I put in work
She's all on my dick, as I make her Squirt
Yo Moind will get hurt,
My lyrics Murk, niggas wit triggers, and find them in dirt!
Man, I like to flirt, Im all in her skirts
I smash it, and pass it, and watch that bitch twerk
One day, one day, you know I'm going to become a
God of the fucking country
Do What you want to
See Gunplay
Chorus: (x2)
Real hustlers don't sleep, we take a nap
Cigarillo full of hairy shit, bottles like.
Got my eyes on you snakes, like craps, on a paper chase
And you haters getting lapped
You're not getting money, man
You're already .
.in my private jet, bitch I'm getting fly
Juicy J the boss, ain't no way I'm getting fired
I'm on too much shit to name ain't no way I'm getting high
Let's go!
I've been chasing money, since a young ni**a from Memphis
I see dead presidents, I think I got six senses.
Yeah, we're on the money trend, you just write the vengeance
On the purple and the yellow, call it Barney and the Simpsons.
Out in Taiwan smoking ching chang chong roll it in a cigarillo, chief it in a bong.
Ask me what I'm doing, getting high and count money (KA CHING)
And I'm counting all day cause the money keep coming!
Chorus: (x2)
Real hustlers don't sleep, we take a nap
Cigarillo full of hairy shit, bottles like.
Got my eyes on you snakes, like craps, on a paper chase
[Intro: Juicy J]
Play me some pimpin', man
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Unh – hundred thousand for the car
Unh – smokin' weed, I'm in the stars
Unh – just bought it, now I need a Porsche
Unh – Juicy geeked up off them bars
Smokin' weed I'm in the stars
Smokin' weed I'm in the stars
Smokin' weed I'm in the stars
Smokin' weed I'm in the stars
Smokin' weed I'm in the stars
Smokin' weed I'm in the stars
Smokin' weed I'm in the stars
Smokin' weed I'm in the stars
[Verse: Juicy J]
Taylor Gang in the strip club, ballin' out
If you see a pussy nigga, go call him out
My Bugatti outside, that's real money
I got niggas in my circle that'll kill for me
I take your life savings – spend it on a watch
Made an anthem for them strippers, put it on the charts
Pass that Grey Poupon – rich nigga talk
Gettin' that white folk money, what the fuck you thought?
Hell nah, I ain't shit – ain't no broad I can't hit
Ain't no weed I haven't smoked, ain't no car I can't get
Ain't nowhere I haven't gone, no kind of rack I haven't spent
If you ain't gon' blow it all, why the fuck you have it, then?
I make your bitch pay for the zip
I let your bitch swallow my dick
I let your hoe ride in my car
I took that bitch straight to the stall
I took that bitch down to my greenhouse
And let the hoe leave with a jar
I let the bitch open my wrapper
And watched her sniff a bar
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
[Outro: Juicy J]
Man, I'm high as a fool, man
You know what it is
We gon' always get this money
24/7 grind, bruh
So, uh – let these hoes know
That we get more bread
More rides
Goin' to the mall
And buyin' everything, all big-face bills
And we gon' do that shit high as fuck
Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out
Everytime I go out, you know I bring the dough out
Everytime they go out, you know they bring they ho out
Everytime I go out, you know I bring that flow out
Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out
Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out
Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out
Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out
Trippy niggas and a few hoes
One night, two shows
That's two mansions and a team expansion
Thumbin' through a check, got me sweatin and pantin'
When you getting money chicks start coming around
Niggas start hatin' who's holdin' you down
All this ice I'm just livin the life
Bad bitches want me, give me head like lice
Hit club LIV in a rush
Pockets so swole I think they finna bust
Ace in my hand and a 45 tuck
Money coming down codeine pourin up
Smokin on some dope, always on a float
20 years in niggas callin me the G.O.A.T
Money adding up you haters going broke
Still in the game while you niggas ridin old
See me showin out they muggin I don't give a fuck
How I start my morning off a zip and a double cup
Hating ass niggas, y'all behind me
Ball so hard they want to fine me
Juicy J, Taylor Gang
I been rich since the 90's
All these ratchets hoes say I ain't shit
Well, at least I ain't broke ho
Stackin paper like old folks
And you still stayin with your old folks
She a fan, that's fantastic, poppin zany's, that's zantastic
Gettin rich, band-tastic, white girls like Anne Hatha-
Way going, way out, they wait for my bandwagon
She let me bang and I ain't got a bandana
Ooh (Freaky) that's just how I move
Fast girls, fast money, no more fast food
Came up first class, my passport gettin tattooed (boi)
Young ass playa doing everything that I have to
So everytime I go out...
I got some bad bitches with me
Say they like Rihanna love Whitney
She say how many bottles do you want, I told her 50
She say anything, yeah bitch a kidney
Everytime I go out, you know I bring that dough out
Finesse is on a milli, it lookin like a blowout
100 bitches with me, look like I left the ho house
100 racks with me, look like I left the blow house
Now we poppin bottles, they came with the sparkles
Got my niggas with me, they came with them yoppers
Got a few ratchets, even a couple models
My jeans cost a thousand
My whip from the old school
Nothin' but bosses around us
And you ain't got no pool
So much champagne, I drowned in it
OG, rolled a pound of it
Keep it G, you like the sound of it
Came to spend money, who's countin' it?
I'm the realest in the drop, just left the dealer
In this outfit I'm a killer, tell the coppers I ain't innocent
If it's poppin', then I'm in it
Own it all, you probably rent it
When I talk, you niggas listen
Thirty thousand, I'mma spend it
Hella bottles in my section
Throwin' money on the floor
No, I ain't on the guest list
I walk right in through the door
I'm so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!)
I'm so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!)
I'm so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!)
I'm so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!)
Mixing gin up with the Tequila
Smokin' reefer
Got it twisted thinkin' I don't get fucked up
Make you a believer
Camera's outside, there go young Khalifa
No keys, left the 69 inside
Cuz my license just expired
I'm in my Cadillac I don't drive
Hit the club and get so high
And I don't really know about yall
But all of my niggas got bank
I'm payin' for all of these bottles
I'm a boss nigga, fuck you think?
Good weed, good drink, better clothes
Fast cars, club owners let us smoke
Grind hard, you don't work hard, you'll never know
How it feel, to have a couple niggas that's real
Hella bottles in my section
Throwin' money on the floor
No, I ain't on the guest list
I walk right in through the door
I'm so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!)
I'm so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!)
I'm so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!)
I'm so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!)
Get Higher!
Get Higher!
Get Higher!
Get Higher!
(Intro)
Swagger on
Trippy niggas
Let's get ratchet
(Hook)
I'm loadin up and I'm ridin out
They talkin shit but they hidin out
Real niggas know what I'm talkin bout
I'm loadin up and I'm ridin out
They talkin shit but they hidin out
Real niggas know what I'm talkin bout
I'm loadin up and I'm ridin out
They talkin shit but they hidin out
Real niggas know what I'm talkin bout
I'm loadin up and I'm ridin out
They talkin shit but they hidin out
Real niggas know what I'm talkin bout
(Verse)
I got the rack, I got the sack
Here to bump beans, I got that pack
People didn't need the 2 cups in the zip
Juicy gon find that, just into the clips
Normal like ash, out the gas
Plays with the sticks and they run up and blast
Next time you're seeing this face on the shirt
Next time you're ridin stretched limo hearse
Key Y, you niggas mad nigga
That to me you so cash nigga
Stuffed in a Louie bag nigga
Juicy J be that nigga
Big bag and that's pain killer
Codeine in my drink killer
Mostly niggas be lyin sayin they is but ain't killers
Nigga wanna play with me, I'mma break his mouth
Give my youngins, they a do it
I'mma bring em out
Damn they on yo as* then they flyin takin off
Nigga we gon take a life before we take a loss
(Hook)
I'm loadin up and I'm ridin out
They talkin shit but they hidin out
Real niggas know what I'm talkin bout
I'm loadin up and I'm ridin out
They talkin shit but they hidin out
Real niggas know what I'm talkin bout
I'm loadin up and I'm ridin out
They talkin shit but they hidin out
Real niggas know what I'm talkin bout
I'm loadin up and I'm ridin out
They talkin shit but they hidin out
Real niggas know what I'm talkin bout
(Verse)
My diamonds sing like Ray J homie, every day's a payday
Rollin up that KK, now it's going down like mayday
All my niggas be cheerin, stackin money to the ceiling
You still smoking out the parking lot, now we owning a building oh
Used to tell niggas I was gonna here but they ain't really understand
Now they see me in that brand new Rari and start to think I'm the man
Now my jeans cost a grand, now my draws fill the stands
Now they see that I'm ballin cuz I have to bring in them bands uh
Now when niggas be tourin, now my money be foreign
All my niggas be scorin, section very important
I'm cakin up, you fakin up,
I'm rollin weed when I'm wakin up
Instead of talkin sh*t and try to hate my nuts
Just grab a drink, come drink with us
(Hook)
I'm loadin up and I'm ridin out
They talkin shit but they hidin out
Real niggas know what I'm talkin bout
I'm loadin up and I'm ridin out
They talkin shit but they hidin out
Real niggas know what I'm talkin bout
I'm loadin up and I'm ridin out
They talkin shit but they hidin out
Real niggas know what I'm talkin bout
I'm loadin up and I'm ridin out
They talkin shit but they hidin out
Real niggas know what I'm talkin bout
(Verse)
Front page, I'm on the news
Nigga call me a dropout
Real nigga, 100
Never needing no copout
Diamonds on my chain just pop off
You already know what I'm bout
Got bad bitches from overseas but I need a big a*s from the south
Look at us, we made it
Bottles up in the air now
25 racks a night, give a f*ck bout swinging your hair out
Getting trippy man with some frisky things
I am the sh*t and you niggas ain't
'Cause if I mention yall I'mma make you famous
You still ain't nothing, I'm stainless
You famous, anything you want right now
Baby girl just name it
And I'mma get real deep in the puss*
The number one nigga, ain't no need for replacement
Getting in my spaceship
I'm high as a bitch, fly as a bitch
Okay Juicy and Wiz, every day we do this sh*t
(Hook)
I'm loadin up and I'm ridin out
They talkin shit but they hidin out
Real niggas know what I'm talkin bout
I'm loadin up and I'm ridin out
They talkin shit but they hidin out
Real niggas know what I'm talkin bout
I'm loadin up and I'm ridin out
They talkin shit but they hidin out
Real niggas know what I'm talkin bout
I'm loadin up and I'm ridin out
They talkin shit but they hidin out
Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw a couple thousand
Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw a couple thousand
Ones, fives, tens, twenties
Work your way up to the big face hundreds
Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw a couple thousand
I love the way she slow dance, she make me throw more bands
Grabbing ass with both hands, she a lil' wood to dope man
She wanna be my main chick, I was thinking different
Clap that ass, light that blunt, baby, let's get ignant
She's striff with a G, break cash lightly, she got double Ds, ain't shit free
Came with my goon but I'm leaving with a diva
With an ass like Serena and a face like Aaliyah
Playing ball in some weird bar, she ain't finished college, she here, though
Bouncing ass while I'm getting high as propellers on a helicopter
Let's do it again, me, you and your friend
We don't even need a room, gimme head up in my Benz
Where my double cup, time to pour it up, got a bitch so bad you can't afford to fuck
Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw a couple thousand
Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw a couple thousand
Ones, fives, tens, twenties
Work your way up to the big face hundreds
Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw a couple thousand
Hands is on her you know what 'cause I'mma make her you know what
And I can make a girl break fast but our pants be on that too much lust
And I'm bout whatever baby, take a photo, I'm looking good
And these breezes are so beneath you and you stay here misunderstood
Priming and loving good, repay whatever for
All of these pussy niggas only under influence
I park out then I back out, like that, roll a pack out, took a light hit, might nap
Got a thick bitch with a ship's stick, I'mma smack it, and I block here probably nothing but bad
Bold head, stally whack, cavi at that Maver's game
My mark is on, the show we do, that's plenty dough
That's Juice J for ' then get me those
Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw a couple thousand
Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw a couple thousand
Ones, fives, tens, twenties
Work your way up to the big face hundreds
Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw a couple thousand
Juicy be trippy and paid up like Diddy
Toss up the catch and she show me her titty
Got some right girl and a white girl
Do a Mai Tai and let off on her titty
Ain't tryina fuck, I just found a replacement
Feeling so global, I think I need Asian
Retched on deck and they know I don't stunt
I'm tryina get here while smoking a blunt
Take her to my hotel, pick a pussy up
I don't know her name but I wanna fuck
Along came molly, here came dubby
Dear codeine in a styro cup
Sipping in the club, ass pop, thing popping
Do it real good might take you shopping
All these rad games fit in my pocket
Keep that stack hundred K in my stocking
Then it's back to my room, she came out her dress
Slob on my knob, think you know the rest
I don't buy these bars nuggies, but I keep these girls in check
Working for that money, bitch, you gonna have to break a sweat
Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw a couple thousand
Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw a couple thousand
Ones, fives, tens, twenties
Work your way up to the big face hundreds
Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw a couple thousand
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