Lyrics:
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
(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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Ain't nun
Ran out of soda I had to pour up wit some juice With my drink
Ain't bluffin
What you know puttin dem blues in da safe Same clothes all week
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,
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
hold a note like da guy who said da British is comin'
Oh yeah da niggas is comin' get out ya good dishes or somethin' like it's thanksgiving
And non
aiyyo, who da fuck wanna war
I got a four four, pierce ya'll niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out
Guinness Stout
Hopin' out the Range wit da gun out
been a travesty
Got vanity, depravity, insanity and rhapsody
I'm baskin in my apathy
To you I am your majesty
I'm vibin on my king shit
No ring on my
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
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
dum Da da dum Da da dum
I watched my whole life change in a couple of years
Who woulda ever thought I would have caught the world by the ears
I swear,
bands
And make a earthquake
Now i got da juice bitches on me lookin thirsty
Never trust a nigga poccet watchin
Money hungry
I be lookin at da bigger
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