Lyrics:
(Racks I'm through)
Bishop, I got the juice (Got the juice)
I work too hard not to fuck it off (Woah)
Women, they come in two's (Woah, woah, woah)
Got it
For dat power and respect
Geeting on dey a**
Applying pressure
Steady on N***** necks
F*** who got next we got now
Dem DB N***** dey running da town
We
da)
(Da-da da)
(Da da da-da da da da da)
Awe, I'm a fucking lucky mess
I got out this relationship
It left me down, depressed
I'm hoping I can write
beard
No need to even ask it, who's the boss?
When the dreadlocks swing and the roof come off
The crunk juice got me up all night and shit
And it last
jealous of me cause I got juice
(juice)
Hands in the air, like I'm gon' shoot
(shoot) aK47 to the
Why can't we be who we are?
Cheerio, we get down you toot
dippin', I'm the boss, Barbie sippin'
They keep tellin' work it, I ain't got no choice
I'm all yours, Barbie kissin', call the stores, Barbie shippin'
Out
the pain by staying high and though she
Might just O.D. high price to go free
This ain't living, listen it's dying slowly
It's got a hold on me, she can
Chyea
It's ya boy
Take 500
Eh
I'm limited by nothing but my own apathy
Bon appetit, when I been serving you like a platter
I'm about to be
got it)
Just dance
Gonna be okay, da-da-doo-doot
And just dance
Spin that record, babe, da-da-doo-doot
And just dance (baby)
Gonna be okay,
got it)
Just dance
Gonna be okay, da-da-doo-doot
And just dance
Spin that record, babe, da-da-doo-doot
And just dance (baby)
Gonna be okay,
how niggas sweep the room
Blues clues got me rocking out some choos
Two show jimmy never played by da rules
I know who rule
Peep this nigga groove
My
Do you know who you are..
Do you know who you are fucking with?
Do you know the access to weapons money and power
That we have? We will fucking
the bag duffy cuffing cash
Duffy slip on swag aye duffy hold the groovy juice
Fourty four to the indo duffy holding truth
Duffy got the bag duffy cuffing
Let me flaunt the style, son, I think that the time's near
Now the Tribe’s gone, who's gon' pick it up from here?
Let me volunteer, fuck it,
around forever
I'll be flying by the seat of my pants you see I've got
Better thing to do than waste my time looking for you
It's like this, I'll
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
all they vocals
Start singing like the choir knowin they was never supposed to
No respect for da game they got me lookin like who coached you niggas
I
don't love hoes, they get no dough
Can I get a woop woop?
To these niggas from all of my bitches
Who don't got love for niggas without dubs?
Can I get
don't love hoes, they get no dough
Can I get a woop woop?
To these niggas from all of my bitches
Who don't got love for niggas without dubs?
Can I get
colladaralle damage that shit suicide
Death got a nigga feeling cold ion who gone die
You get smoked tranna straggle da fence I'll let you decide
Flocking ina
who made it out of their old hometown
Not me motherfucker I can barely go 'round
Without feeling like my peers keep passing me by
They're moving out
Look who just walked in the door
Look who just walked in - DJ Premier, huh
Word up! Oh you got Poet wit'chu
Blaq Po' whattup man!
Yo gimme some
Look who just walked in the door
Look who just walked in, DJ Premier, huh, word up
Oh, you got Poet wit'chu, Blaq Po' whattup man
Yo, gimme some
Bin Laden on anybody, f*** how ya feel bout it ya see me in dat big body mobbin, ni*** in da hood got the whole block Poppin.
who dat, who dat, who
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