Lyrics:
nigga, to him we gon salute
Jack Daniels straight when I be on the juice
It's Different By Choice now, we on the loose
Be on the lookout but, what is that
Riding coupes
Turn up the groove
I be throwin' the hoops
Cuz I got the juice
Tonight, I'll be the reigning queen
Never before foreseen
Only eighteen, got
rare to find a niggah wit da juice
Bit bitch i got it all lemme show you who to choose
I can show you a couple things that you aint ever seen in person
being different
Can I get ya in this mood
Make ya wanna raise the roof
So put your hands up if you feeling da truth
Cuz ya know I got Him
There will be
When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like
Woah
Mmm
Where am I
And who the hell are you
Fuck
Am I- Am I stuck
Ahh man, ooh man
I done got in this shit again
Don't go
Don't go
For Broke
Lost
and the intention
Boy but have you got the miles
Show me you've got the ammunition
That you're good for a while, for a while, for a while
Charge it up cause ba-by
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
my notes, Wayne)
Certified goon
(yeah) , the lock's on standby (What up)
I just need a couple real
Niggas I can stand by (yeah, C-M-B)
A bad bitch with
the nights begun
Now we up in the A.M blinded by the sun
Yeah
You don't wanna see ten man roll deep
Fits looking fly
None of my niggas lookin' cheap
Got
something to say - they ain't got a choice
Racist police - backed by the state
Wipe out the ghetto and build up the hate
All the wrong answers
All
special
I told my mudda dis time I ain't gettin' tempted by da devil
On a level I don't really wanna have to pop off my toolie
Unu pickeny need beatin' dem
call me yo Beyoncé cos I like to listen (I like to listen to em)
I like a nigga who be feeling like he have to Hussle (Go)
Yeah he can settle cos he got
the groupies are gone
Pimp juice by the two liter gone
I live on some other shit
Every week another bitch
Ain't drunk sex who you fuckin' wit?
Not me, I'm in
of pain
I've got tears in my juice
In my mind there's a noose
But my hope makes me cling to the day
I wanna run with the sun and
The moon and the stars
Till
911 is a joke
20 years we got here by actin like common folk
Touring the world like a rolling stone
Then the nineties came
Welcomed y'all
scissorhands and tha rippla got my back down 4 whateva
I'm a 16, smokin clever, 155 a devil
Aka tha crooked rebel wit a neck full of gold and ice pebbles
All my
Young, saved, and zealous, feelin' like I'm in my element
Livin' by the Spirit got that fuego in my skeleton
Fresh up out that water, baptized, see
my niggas i die give my life up
Fuck nigga he mad got his wife up
Pat comin through slidin with pipes up
We shootin we aint tryna fight ya
Hop out
and paraglide
Slip n slide, like 305 in 99
Hella Lit again, tell exhibit to pimp my ride
I'll be on da west wide, like TQ
Know I got da juice now like GQ
I'm chilllin' with Brazilian women, heavy accents
They black friends translatin', got 'em all ass naked, adjacent
Have relations with 'em many places
remember to follow through
But the truth is I'm loved for who I am
A child of the most high, and covered by the Lamb
And even if I mess up, sin is never my
the place to be
MC Man he made them beg
He is the man who is known as Craig
The newest member out to get loose
Now he is down with us and he got the juice
supplier, she give me the fire
She never get tired, call'er energizer bunny
Funny right?, I got my money right
You can tell I'm doing, by the tires on my ride
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