Lyrics:
Mafia, Insane Clown Posse, and Twiztid!
[Juicy J]
We used to... We used to.... We used to rob for them petty things,
like a gold chain, know
got money to do it
Take your bitch home then I'm all up in that pussy
Old school pimpin' she ain't fuckin' with no rookie
Juicy J be cooler than a fan
Weed ja brauch kein Henessee
Teased by the Devil but avoid him cleverly
Brauche nur Spoke Alice Dee und wir geben ihm
Protège mon temps j'investis dans
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Yah, she freaky, freaky deeky, didn't ya see her in a bikini
Porno movies we got plenty, and ya know they smoke them beenies
For
Dior
Degenerate down to my core
Imma rock J's like Juicy
Imma, imma, imma rock J's like Juicy
Money get long Uzi
Money, money, money rack long like Uzi
from
Raise Your Thugs Up
[Juicy J]
North North Three 6 Mafia
Three 6 Mafia Runnin thangs drankin with the drama king
Swingin from the left to the right
Respect and salute me dragonball Bruce Lee
Intellect like Lucy raw as sushi
Feeling big as Chris when he drop juicy
Powers like Austin super groovy
Hunted
on a fuckin blunts
till my minds about to blow
motherfuck the universe
because we brought you da end, hoe
[Juicy J]
first I want to grab a nigga by his
Let me tell you somethin' about an a-b-c style
The a the be, the c the d the e the f the g the h the I the j the k
The l the m the n the o the p
been smokin'
I'm hangin' out with Juicy J, nigga, so you know we smokin' mane
Yeah, mm-hmm, out here in Memphis, Tennekey, yeah
Good lookin' out,
Song: Back Back feat Juicy J
crtist: BeatKing
clbum: She Won't Leave Houston
Label: Never Fall Off/BeatKing Made This S--t
Why yo face so ugly?
Imma make her famous
I've been going hard since two years old
Juicy J, I be runnin' through these hoes
All these niggas got somethin' to say
Till I pull
Rooftop
Then I'll show where you to go
What to do
How to do it
Brief you in on all the ropes
See you then
Aite Frank
Cool J
Safe Kane
Gotta go
So I'm
to my left and smoked a J to my right
Now I'm as high as a fucking kite, but
Understand that I'm hear to speak the truth
About the Eau Claire life
now these bitches wanna fuck with rappers
I got my Ghost outside, I call it Casper
Ain't no nigga fly as Juicy J, ask NASA
Show me some, I might owe
breaking her back
Hallelujah cause I'm young and I'm black
I'm Pablo Redd not a crib, not a blood
I'm stuck in the trap rolling J's getting high
I don't need
star here
Yeah, yeah
She doing her duty, juicy lips like Trudy
Kissing them by the pair
Big booty she toot it, I call her ass Judy
She grab all
Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs
It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood
Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what
Don't get it fucked
punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P
[Parrish]
What's Up E.D.?
Pass
hood doin yeah
Those are the rules in this mafia race
Tear da club up thugs mash down on a g-string...
Verse 3
[juicy j]
When we drop
Always keep it
Lil' Jon, Jennifer Hudson and Norah Jones
Mary J. Blige, with her shades on, I could tell by her stones
On the left, we have Lenny Kravitz, Puffy,
I hopped on a yacht with a Uzi
Red blood on my bottoms they Gucci
We don't need Bacardi to party
My bitch roll a J call her juicy
I hopped on a yacht
Mary J. Blige, with her shades on, I could tell by her stones
On the left, we have Lenny Kravitz, Puffy, Pharrell, Bus
Keith Murray, Redman, hitting that
before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p
Pass the Uzi, to blow up, any whack MC that show up,
There goes one, blast
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