Lyrics:
Yes sir, SwishaHouse!
DJ Paul and Juicy J productions
Paul Wall, Swishahouse, Hypnotize Minds, Three 6 Mafia!
It's goin down
[Chorus: x4]
meals
Say fuck this record deal,
I'm a graduating scholar, got me throwin just as met,
on my line when I holla
Pay me by tha hour, dey wanna fuck nothin,
[Ja Rule]
Uh, uh, yeah
We back up in this motherfucker
Murder Inc
Ha ha
I go by the name of the Rule
You know
Got my nigga Chink Santana in
What's popping brand new kicks Just copped them
I might wear Em like once then box em
Treating bitches like calls just drop em
No problem
Body beats
way back home
Mama I got problems drinking I just wana stop the noise
Of my inner demons screaming saying I don’t have choice
Screaming back til I got
daddy got a problem, we can hit the grass mayne
An asshole by nature, livin' in the fast lane
Stay rilla fo' reala, fuck with me and that's yo' ass
you at, then ya ass is got
[Chorus]
[Solomon Childs]
We bringin' back the Twin Towers, 20-0-3, crack game electronic
Conceived with slow jams by
dream
He got em sayin send us back, you aint peepin the whole scene
It's still us against them, its as simple as it seems
Still niggaz is doubtin,
u have a problem nigga let me know yeah
Au bigot
J’réponds ap’
Au micro
Démoniaque
Coupe les phares
Rétrograde
Tu voulais le même flow
Mais t’es trop
a problem, I'm addicted to thugging
Fuck what you say, cause I ain't wanting for nothing look here
This for my gangsta ass niggaz, in the club
Throw up
talkin bout yo mf team
You a bengal tiger, dyin breed, no polo g
Die a legend on my family tree, leave the legacy
They name it after me like juicy j
you know ya shot by accident
to tell the truth and open the worlds eyes
yes we do have a serious problem in L.A.
and other citys true retaliate happens
I'm in here
Got all you freaks lookin'
When we walk by, pussy start cookin'
Rookies start tookin'
Get your ass up, V.I.P. Section's gettin' tooken
[Freeway]
Niggaz listen up (bitch ass niggaz)
Bitches listen up
[Beanie]
Ya niggaz can't fuck wit us
[Freeway]
Haterz listen up
[Beanie]
at the Grammys, Tom Ford to my feet (ah-ha)
Boss on the avi, Rihanna screensaver
Whenever you see fat boy, I know it mean paper (we trippy, mane, uh)
Juicy J
light it up
If you got it light it up, if you got it light it up
Ain't no shook in 'em, Pyrex pots is hot, fiends is cooking 'em
Little niggaz
Look at my section
We ballin my nigga
Got money, got bitches got bottles
They drunk by the litter
What's da price for a feature
Want the game, I can
Robert, tell Enijah that I'm ridin' for her father
That's like my brother, like same mother, different father
Any problems? Dog, know I got 'em
An' still
on the scene
Kn - I mean. Peep the scene:
Jacoooze full of women.
She hittin me and him and him much love like wembelton
While niggaz screamin killa
I'm overseas
No silver spoon,
Black and blue walls in my room
Don’t you know I got the hook up
Keep it tux like I’m the groom
Not fucking with me ain’t a problem
Ok ok
Juicy Gucci juicy Gucci half a brick, half a brick, zaytoven, zaytiggi
Ok ok ok
So icy entertainment
Quarter Brick, half a brick
Whole
Don't hit my phone Talkin bullshit
Ain't wit the nonsense
I'm tryna ball bitch
Put this gas in a swisher
Let's get richer
I got my dawgs wit me
We
gauge shotty
Then I'm back to blowing good
No worry
Yeah I'm living stress free
You got problems
I got peoples that'll leave you resting
Dey want dat
Just got a call from my nigga
And yea it's been a while
I went to the mic, he went to crime
We was just two lil niggaz
Begging moms to get school
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