Daily Archives: September 22, 2017

Juicy J – Dope Fiend (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

Listen to that music nigga
I took the heart away, penny
I know shit that I can’t mention
I make money like an invention
Plug, thug
I need it all, every penny
[Verse 1]
Blocks, floods
Lookin’ for me, I’m high, look up
And I know shit so don’t stand me
Dope, bud
Bud keep me fiending mane just like a junkie
Dope, bud
Blocks, floods

My [?] fat, never skinny

I keep a pack like I’m Manny
You need that shit, I got plenty
I’m stuck, I can’t get up
That’s some trippy vibes right there bro
Crush, a Cream Soda
Bud keep me fiending mane just like a junkie
I get high, I need a pilot
[Intro]
Bud keep me fiending mane just like a junkie
Plug, thug
Don’t shake it up
Bud keep me fiending mane just like a junkie
Blocks, floods
No such thing as too much
Simpson And I’m free like O.J.
Bud keep me fiending mane just like a junkie
I keep a pack like I’m Manny
Bud keep me fiending mane just like a junkie
[Outro]
Been knew that I had it in me
Coke, mud
And I know shit so don’t stand me
Blocks, floods
Ambulance, so g roll up
[Chorus]
Bud keep me fiending mane just like a junkie
Couple codeine, that shit finna hit me
I keep a pack like I’m Manny
Bud keep me fiending mane just like a junkie
I got bars of the xannies
And I know shit so don’t stand me
Coke, mud

This about gettin’ high man
Know the plug like an extension
Coke, mud
I got jars like candy
I got bars of the xannies
I got bread, that dough be pilin’
Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that shit mane
Coke, mud
I got jars like candy
And I know shit so don’t stand me
My trap be boomin’ like penny
I got jars like candy
I got bars like Rikers Island
Plug, thug
Pineapple
Ain’t nothin’ wrong with smokin’ a little weed mane
Lean, lean, promethazine
Dope, bud
Where I’m from, them niggas wilin’
I got bars of the xannies
Bud keep me fiending mane just like a junkie
[Chorus]
Bud keep me fiending mane just like a junkie
Plug, thug
Trippy vibes mane
I got jars like candy
Dope fiend, dreams in my cup
Man
Bud keep me fiending mane
I got bars of the xannies

Dope, bud
I keep a pack like I’m Manny

Juicy J – Dusse & Ciroc (feat. Smokepurpp) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

Put a deuce inside my wop

Got them foreigns in the spot (the driveway!)
[Verse 3: SmokePurpp]
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)

I just might pull up in a drop (vroom!)
That’s that diddy bop
You on bitch shit (huh!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
I just dropped like thirty bands and that’s your wishlist (huh, woo!)
Bitch, it’s Lil Purp
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Count a lot of guap (guap!)
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I got foreigns in the lot (two hunnit thousand!)
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc
And I smoke a lot (smoke a lot nigga!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc (‘roc!)
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc (Ciroc!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)

That’s that diddy bop
Every city bop (bop!)
Blowin’ bags, I’m with a thot

We doin’ some new shit
That’s that diddy bop (you know it!)
Keep a chopper on me

Shouts out to my nigga, Big Triece

That’s that diddy bop
Cop pull up behind me
That’s that diddy bop
Sipping on some drop (huh!)
They off molly, they off rock
[Intro: Juicy J]
That’s that diddy bop

We get fucked up
[Chorus: Juicy J]
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
[Verse 1: Juicy J)
We mixing that D’Usse with that Ciroc mane
I thank god I’m at the top (still lonley though!)
It ain’t no twenties in my knots (mo’ faces!)
VVS for all my rocks (shinin’ on you bitches!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
I’m off the percs, I pop a lot (I pop a lot!)
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc (Ciroc!)
Bitch, I diddy bop (bop!)
[Chorus: Juicy J]
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
Hit the gas, ’cause I can’t stop (huh!)
I got love for all my thots (I still love you bitches!)
And this lambo, fast (skrt!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc
That’s that diddy bop
Know what I’m sayin’
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
Some next level shit mane
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
I mix that shit up in the pot (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt!)
That’s that diddy bop (get drunk!)
When I drink, I pour a lot (I can’t taste it!)

That’s that diddy bop (get drunk!)
I got lean up in my pot (qualitest!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (you know it!)

I mix D’Usse with Ciroc (‘roc!)
I’m in Neiman Marcus (uh!)
Beans inside my spot (beans!)
That’s that diddy bop (get drunk!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
Bitch, don’t touch me, I’m too hot
Bitch, I speed a lot (skrt!)
That’s that diddy bop (you know it!)
Plus my bitch is hot (hot!)
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc (‘roc!)
I’m on rich shit (huh!)
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc
And you know I geek a lot (geek, geek, huh!)
That’s that diddy bop
I got cameras in the spot (they in my spot!)
Kick that door and I don’t knock (and I don’t!)
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc (Ciroc!)
I might just pull off on a cop (ok!)
Highly Intoxicated mane
[Chorus: Juicy J]

Juicy J – Big Tymer (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

Money bitch
Big timer, bitch, holler
I feel like money, bitch
I look like
Her skin white leopard, nigga
These is double digits, nigga
Stacks on stacks, they say you are what you eat
Assume the position

Money bitch
Bitch, I look like money
I look like
[Verse 1]
I look like, yeah
I’m walkin’ in lookin’ like a million dollars
So many diamonds, you stand too close, then you finna freeze
Twenty thousand dollar ring finger
I look like, yeah
[Chorus]
Hustlin’ ain’t dead homie, you niggas terrified
Money bitch
Franklin, Jackson, Grant
(Heyyyyyyyyyyy!)
Turn to a farm, grow some weed, Holyfield
Then go buy a crib in the hills, worth ten mil
I’m all about my bankin’
Bitch, I look like money
I’m walkin’ in lookin’ like a million dollars
I wanna triple double
Kush give me energy, nobody real as me
Our brand new main chick
Chewed up, whipped up
I’m flickin’ these hoes
I land in your city, they seein’ all the women
Big timer, bitch, holler
Looking like a motherfuckin’ big timer

With a nigga flickin’, countin’ this dough
Bitch, I’m hood rich, I got M’s in my teeth
Money bitch
I step on the jet, Cuban link chain on my neck
You talkin’ shit, you got nothin’ on me
[Verse 2]
Shit, I don’t come cheap
[Chorus]

I pull out all them bands, they all comin’ with me
Then go to the club and we turn up on a Monday
Nigga [?] on my level, nigga
So dope in this game, I slang a verse like I’m sellin’ pies
Bitch, I tried to tell ’em
I smell like cash, I look like a check

Looking like a motherfuckin’ big timer
Looking like a motherfuckin’ big timer
Ten in the mornin’, I wake up countin’ money
I can go buy brand new jet if I wanted it, runnin’ bitch
Looking like a motherfuckin’ big timer
What can I say, I make more dough than a funnel cake
Pull my chain out in the club and make it look like a sunny day

Juicy J – Kamasutra (feat. Cardi B) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

Take a trip, take a ride
All night, all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night

(ah) Won’t you come put your key in my ignition?
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
[Intro: Cardi B]
All night, all night
Head so good, gotta keep in touch
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Give a nigga super head like Karim
Slob, on my knob
[Verse 2: Cardi B]

All night, all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Pop this Xan, hit this dust
Suck my balls, lick my nuts
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
[Chorus: Juicy J & Cardi B]
The fuck!
Bitches can’t suck dick like me
Baby, I’m hot, I’m fresh out the kitchen
She take the shit, my paper thick
Thanks, give me head
All night, all night
All night, all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night
All night, all night
All night, all night
All night, all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
No playing games daddy, suck and fuck you all night
Damn right I break the law
You got me doing the moves that I used to do
I’m the best, thanks, give me head
Boy, you better fuck me all night
She lick the top, lick the sides
I’m the best, thanks, give me head
Pour Champagne on all these sluts
All night, all night
You know I’m the trillest
Rap and spit on the dick at the same time
Thanks, give me head
Boy, you better fuck me all night
You know now, hoe (ah-ha)
I’m the best, thanks, give me head
I know your bitch want that gangsta dick
No bitch got a pussy like me
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Thanks, give me head
Hold my dick, a deadly weapon
Girl, you better fuck me all night
[Outro: Juicy J]
Slob, on my knob
In these hoes, I ain’t never gon’ trust
Girl, you better fuck me all night
[Chorus: Juicy J & Cardi B]
Boy, you better fuck me all night
That blue, the bag that I spent (I spent)
Throw that wood, ’til I drive the bitch nuts
I take a bitch, never save a bitch
No bitch got a mouth like me
Back in the days when I was strippin’ (woo)
skrr!) I keep on riding, you blew out her engine (skrr!

Boy, you better fuck me all night

I threw dick up in her jaw
Boy, you better fuck me all night
But I’ma fucking cut her off
Pussy so deep, you gon’ drown or gon’ swim (splash, splash!)
Thanks, give me head
[Chorus: Juicy J & Cardi B]
Girl, you better fuck me all night
She keep beggin’ me to hit it raw
You know I’m the best boy (best boy)
I see you swimpin’, ready to ooh
You got a bitch, but we different
Right before she threw it back
I outline that pussy in chalk
I put it in her guts
Slob, on my knob
Been back at it then I give a little grin (grin)
Thanks, give me head
Girl, you better fuck me all night
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Then she hit me with this line
I’m the best, thanks, give me head
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Thanks, give me head
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Had a nigga fuck me and my best friend (ah-ha)
Jump on top then I do a little spin (spin)

Want to put the tip in
Thanks, give me head
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night
All night, all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night

Boy, you better fuck me all night
She say she can take a dick
Thanks, give me head
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Them been to places I been (I’ve been)
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Come on baby, I’m exactly what them boys like

She can have a nigga hooked
Caution sign, on slippery, when wet boy (splash, spash)
I know how to fuck, I ain’t never gon’ bust
Wraith a bitch, never rape a bitch

Juicy J – Dats What I Thought (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

Dat’s what I thought

And sip on this henny
Dat’s what I thought
I’m drippin’ in sauce (just follow the drip!)
But they ain’t really ’bout it when I see ’em

Dat’s what I thought
Dangerously I play, I blast out yo rib cage
{Verse 1: Juicy J]
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Niggas say he gon’ run up with the pack

Bitch, I’m a boss (bitch, I’m a boss!)
But they ain’t really ’bout it when I see ’em
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Niggas be talking that shit
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Show me the pack
[Chorus: Juicy J]
You gon’ quit talkin’ or either be off with your head instead
Run up a check and they bring it right to me
Show me the pink slip, nigga (where it at?)
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
I bet you don’t even know how much it cost
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Niggas say he gon’ run up with the pack
And dat’s what I thought
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Start with the cap, you ain’t in the trap
I call it like Moss
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Show me the tool
When you see ’em in person (cough!)
Bitch, I’m a manager

Yeah, dat’s what I thought
They be like "I ain’t on that"
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
You niggas fool, this ain’t what you do
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
That’s why I can fuck up a check
Dat’s what I thought
[Intro: Lord Infamous]
She looking too hard
She told me she ain’t coming out the pussy
But they ain’t really ’bout it when I see ’em
But brought it right back
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
[Outro: Juicy J & Lord Infamous]
Hop in a Uber, I hop in this Bentley
Niggas be talking that shit
That bitch is fine, my truck got a line
Yeah, dat’s what I thought (that ain’t yo shit!)
Dangerously I play, I blast out yo rib cage
Niggas saying I look like a lick ’til I pull out them sticks
Hit the stage and take it off

Niggas say them diamonds VVS’ but they rhinestones
You niggas lost, knock that shit off
I know how to handle you
I see them fuckin’ press, oh no they better lay
This what I bought (this big boy shit!)
Dat’s what I thought
Say you on static, you got it, you ain’t really ’bout it my nigga
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
But brought it right back
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
(that lil shit?) That what you rented?
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
These niggas lying, they ain’t doing fine
I make a vet outta rookie
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Nigga be tough (talkin’ that shit!)
Nigga playing games with the bread ’til I come at his head
I know some niggas been trappin’ for half of they life and they rich And they never got caught
And put ya body in the back of that grey Chevrolet
But fuck me anyway
Soak up the sauce, this shit can’t be bought
Niggas be talking they shit
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
You talking ’bout bricks like you with the shit
It happens everyday don’t make me grab the gauge
I never go wrong
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
I know some bitches is fucking ’bout every rapper in the city
When they on the net (talkin’ that shit!)
Yeah, dat’s what I thought

Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Niggas saying I look like a lick ’til I pull out them sticks

Niggas say them diamonds VVS’ but they rhinestones
I know some bitches that’s popping they pussy
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
She told me she ain’t coming out the pussy
But fuck me anyway
And put ya body in the back of that grey Chevrolet
It happens everyday don’t make me grab the gauge
You tryna get paid or naw

Most of these niggas in debt
Dat’s what I thought
I see them fuckin’ press, oh no they better lay
Nigga playing games with the bread ’til I come at his head
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought

Juicy J – Call My Lawyer (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

Call my lawyer
I don’t talk to 12, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran
I don’t know none of his kids
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Don’t read me no charges, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran
I don’t talk to 12, I don’t sit in cells
It make’s no sense, it doesn’t fit
[Chorus]
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny Cochran)
‘Cause what them hoes do is try to de-rose you
Johnny Cochran (Johnny Cochran)
[Chorus]
Don’t read me no charges, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran
[Outro]
Til’ they run in your crib, hands behind your back
I don’t do no time, I just post my bail
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
I don’t know what a nigga drive
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
[Chorus]
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
We gon’ take this shit to trial, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran
[Bridge]
He gon’ beat the case, beat it up like Johnny Cochran
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
I don’t talk to 12, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran
Most of ’em got bitch nigga ways
Niggas ain’t loyal these days
I don’t know where a nigga hide
Johnny Cochran (Johnny Cochran)
Niggas don’t use they head
If you got the M’s, watch who you get close to

If it doesn’t fit, you must acquit
I don’t talk to 12, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran
[Bridge]
These niggas shit be tapped
He gon’ beat the case, beat it up like Johnny Cochran
[Bridge]
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
I don’t know who the nigga was
Showing everybody they strap
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Don’t read me no charges, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran
Call your phone from the feds

I don’t be answering my phone
Johnny Cochran (Johnny Cochran)
I don’t talk to 12, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran

Johnny Cochran (Johnny Cochran)
Tryna get you indicted
I don’t know where the nigga live
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)

Johnny Cochran (Johnny)

Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
We gon’ take this shit to trial, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran

Hell naw, I don’t know shit

I can beat a murder bitch, don’t make me pull my Glock out
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
I don’t trust none of these niggas
Johnny Cochran (Johnny Cochran)
Niggas gon’ snitch on the plug
We gon’ take this shit to trial, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran
Niggas can’t take shit to the grave
Johnny Cochran (Johnny Cochran)
[Verse 1]

Niggas tellin’ on theyselves
I don’t say shit to the judge
[Intro]

I don’t know what niggas on
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Call the lawyer
Talkin’ ’bout who got clout
He gon’ beat the case, beat it up like Johnny Cochran
If you don’t let ’em in, they try to expose you
Johnny Cochran (Johnny Cochran)
Right hand on the bible, I’m tellin’ the whole truth
Johnny
Don’t read me no charges, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
{Verse 2]
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny Cochran)
Talkin’ ’bout what another nigga did
Johnny Cochran (Johnny Cochran)

Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
I might knock a cop out, but I won’t take a cop out

Juicy J – Up There (feat. Ykom) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

They ain’t got no hane, they stuck there
She get on top, she up there
Them dope flows make your betty rock
They only watch you make ’em mad
The number ones got me up there
They look up to me, I’m up there
I’m lit, I’m high, I’m up there
Might as well buy a chain since I’m up here
Don’t go, you ain’t from up there
Triple-Six Mafia
I just put my bitch up on a flight
My net worth is way up there
These songs never really touch down
Look like I play ball, bitch
Friends coast on the bag
Don’t go, you ain’t from up there
250 on the bag, doing the math
My check, my sack, it’s up there
Toot that ass up there
I’m sitting on fours, I’m up there
[Verse 2: YKOM]
[Verse 1: Juicy J]

A hunnit shots, I’m up there
Soon as I sit in the jag, I’m up there
These hoes be choosers so don’t bring your main thang up here
I’m on a [?], I’m up there
So you can’t hang up here
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Triple-Six Mafia
I’m lit, I’m high, I’m up there
I’m on a [?], I’m up there
I’m officially up there
Throw your stash up there
We playing catch with the money
Just Like Mike, I’m up there
Prices high, they up there
Just bought a watch
And I should know, I’m up there
Yeah, I got gang up here
Throw your stash up there
Bitch, it cost to be the boss
I swear I’m on these niggas neck
I just put my bitch up on a flight
I’m making the calls like a ref
My check, my sack, it’s up there
[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
She get on top, she up there
They look up to me, I’m up there
A hunnit shots, I’m up there
Thought you was taking off this year, but you ain’t going nowhere
Shopping sprees, never lack
I came in with the devil push
Prices high, they up there
I’m sitting on fours, I’m up there
Toot that ass up there
We playing catch with the money
She gucci up there
Triple-Six Mafia

30k for the tag, it’s up there
They lost in the brain, I don’t entertain
When they look up, I’m up there
Triple-Six Mafia
On top of the game, I’m up there

On top of the game, I’m up there
Just Like Mike, I’m up there

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Every time I get an 88, that’s 100 in the stash

Shit’s so insane, I’m up there
She gucci up there
They frown on my dame, it’s monclair

Juicy J – Watch Money Fall (feat. Rick Ross & Project Pat) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

You know Juicy don’t play around
Shawty throw that ass up, watch money fall
Throw that bitch a bankroll
I got the hmmm, NBA numbers ain’t no layin’ up
Ass and titties

Watch money fall
She only understand dollar signs
Tattoos on her titties
And I got that shit back, I call that karma
Watch money fall
Make it flood in this hoe
Ass and titties
Autograph your boat
But that shit slap, gotta call a cab, nigga

Shawty throw that ass up, watch money fall
Ass and titties
10 racks nigga, I just blew a comma
[Chorus: Juicy J]
You ain’t got this kind of change, better save up
She watch the money fall
Hand on her kitty
[Bridge: Project Pat]
Ass and titties
You the baddest thing I done found inside a ace of diamonds
Ass and titties
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Ass and titties
Throw the money up
Yes, that’s a caviar
If it’s less than seven figures, I could care less
I got these niggas hot just like the summer
This bitches booty big
NBA numbers and I don’t need a jumper
Shawty throw that ass up, watch money fall
Off the fizzo
Ass and titties

Can’t holler at her, you broke
Ass and titties
Booty shaking battle
You got ass like Kylie
Shawty throw that ass up, watch money fall

Contract like I’m playin’ for the Spurs, nigga
Bands in my hand, pet that ass like a pedal
And I got that shit back, I call that karma
Watch money fall
Ass and titties
Watch money fall
Dancing, magic city
I got these niggas hot just like the summer
Shawty throw that ass up, watch money fall
10 racks nigga, I just blew a comma
[Chorus: Juicy J]
[Bridge: Project Pat]
She don’ scraped her whole rent check
My money long, jump ropes

She know my bank bigger
Watch the cash jump out, you look like a Kardashian
Watch money fall

Watch money fall

Might have some bank, nigga
I’m out in Bel-Air and I’m sipping Bel-Air

Ass and titties
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Watch money fall
Ain’t no standing on sofas
Watch money fall
Piercing on her nipples
I roll that cavy up
I stopped going to the stripclub a long time ago, because, um, I just invite the bitches to my crib, yeah
You might even be finer
And I got that shit back, I call that karma
Ass and titties
And she ride deep like strap in a saddle
She say that’s not a problem
You know I’m a big tymer
Iced out, championship rings, bitch you know what’ssup
Watch money fall
Ass and titties
Lend a hoe a hunnit bands in her purse, nigga
Rick James, I’m toasted
So much beef on shawty ass like kettle
Shawty throw that ass up, watch money fall
[Bridge: Juicy J]
Ass and titties
Tattoos on the booty
Bitch, my bank teller
Watch her whip a pistol
NBA numbers and I don’t need a jumper
Ass and titties
Watch money fall

Watch money fall
She know I wanna fuck
Ass and titties
NBA numbers and I don’t need a jumper
Blowin’ smoke, I got it smellin’ like the salad bar
[Chorus: Juicy J]
I got these niggas hot just like the summer
So much money, you can count it, gotta weigh it up

Watch money fall
Ass and titties
No time for beefin’ with these crab niggas
[Verse 3: Project Pat]
10 racks nigga, I just blew a comma

Juicy J – Always High (feat. Wiz Khalifa) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

Finna roll a paperplane
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
Getting too damn stoned
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
And if it ain’t Green Sui’, then you know it’s KK
Mafia
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
I smoke more than you move them thangs
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
I got girls rollin up what they came here for
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
Don’t fuck up my high, don’t fuck up my day
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
Haha
I ain’t got no job, smoke weed out the jar
I’m always high, I’m always drunk getting too fucked up
President don’t fuck with us
Getting too damn stoned
And you already know what’s in my cup
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
Smoke green suicide, yeah I got my own strain
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up

Cause it’s legal now so the plants gon’ grow

Too damn high, man don’t hit my phone
[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
Getting too damn stoned

I roll too much weed to smoke on my own
Your bitch ridin’ now she ain’t yours mane
Yea, man
Let me hit that bong
If it ain’t that dope, don’t roll it up
I’m always high, I’m always drunk getting too fucked up
Ain’t gotta send it through the mail
Bout to break me down a pound and roll me up a zone, nigga
Most niggas gotta rob cause the
Smoke so much that I’m in the stars
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
Getting too damn stoned
Smoking weed with your broad
T.G.O.D
I roll too much weed to smoke on my own
I’m always high, I’m always drunk getting too fucked up
In her panties, in her bra tryna get a nigga hard
Smoke so much till I can’t no more
Cause you already know what I’m on
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
[Verse: Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa]
Just smoked out the new Mulsanne
We don’t smoke that mid, only smoke that strong
OG Kush got me movin’ slow
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
I ain’t worried about 12, I can make me a sale
I just hit third base like a baseball game
I just put new rims on a oldschool car
There’s always a bottle in the truck
That’s why we gotta roll one up
I roll too much weed smoke on my own
I ain’t got no plans, you can bring your friends they can all join in
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
And my eyes so low, man I’m in my zone
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J]
I roll too much weed to smoke on my own
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J]
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
I’m always high, I’m always drunk getting too fucked up

Juicy J – Petty (feat. Project Pat & Go) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

Gotta keep it pimpin’, pay attention, niggas really clowns
My weed stronger than yours
Blowin’ me up, you bad as Osama bitch, but you ain’t my momma
Just to get their paper up

Bitches wanna set you up

You do what they dream about
I don’t care about what another man do my nigga that’s why I’m blessed
Bitch get out yo’ feelings, get out yo’ feelings
Niggas and bitches want you locked up dead call that (?)
I live my life, no stress
Bitch get out yo’ feelings, get out yo’ feelings
Some dreams turn to nightmares, feds touched his page
Petty ass niggas make a rich nigga catch a case
I can’t tell the difference, I can’t tell the difference
Niggas wish they could be me but you ain’t ready nigga
Get out yo’ feelings, bitch get out yo’ feelings

Got niggas in check like chess
Slangin’ H, I done moved shit, made from state to state
I’m still slammin’ foreign doors and fuck all of these whores
All these petty niggas, and these petty bitches

Get out yo’ feelings, bitch get out yo’ feelings
[Interlude: Juicy J]
These bitches be doing the most
When you got your bread up, gotta keep your head up
Flirt with yo’ bitch on the low
All these petty niggas, and these petty bitches
Street shit, get you untied, I’m trying to get you laid
All these petty niggas, and these petty bitches

Get out yo’ feelings, bitch get out yo’ feelings
You can lose your place, tryna worry ’bout my plate
Bitch get out yo’ feelings, get out yo’ feelings
Get out yo’ feelings, bitch get out yo’ feelings
Petty ass niggas make a rich nigga catch a case
All these petty niggas, and these petty bitches
And then they be like what up bro
All these petty niggas, and these petty bitches
Put my faith in God, I don’t fuck with niggas
Patta, Patta, Patta
Get out yo’ feelings, bitch get out yo’ feelings
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Niggas out here talkin’ to them people cause they fed up
I get straight to it say less
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
I can’t tell the difference, I can’t tell the difference
Get out your motherfuckin’ feelings man
I can’t tell the difference, I can’t tell the difference
They just want some shit for free so I can’t fuck with all these
Tryna take off my plate, shot his ass in the face
Bitch get out yo’ feelings, get out yo’ feelings
Stop callin’ my phone with the drama
And niggas is worse than the hoes
Just because my money longer than yours
Plottin’ when you not around
Either way it go don’t put yo’ trust in niggas
These niggas mad, wish they was doin’ the shit I’m doin’
[Verse 2: GOD]
Get out yo’ feelings, get you some business stop worryin’ ’bout me and my partners
I can’t tell the difference, I can’t tell the difference
You know what I’m sayin’
Got these niggas schemin’ now
[Intro: Juicy J]
I don’t even conversate with sucka niggas
Bitch get out yo’ feelings, get out yo’ feelings
Bitch get out yo’ feelings, get out yo’ feelings
Bitch get out yo’ feelings, get out yo’ feelings
You can’t show ’em everythin’, niggas never seen a pound
At the end of the day I don’t play, I don’t fuck with all these petty niggas
Get out yo’ feelings, bitch get out yo’ feelings

I can’t tell the difference, I can’t tell the difference
Bust in yo’ pockets, countin’ your money like they was the IRS
Got now my foot on they neck
I can’t tell the difference, I can’t tell the difference
Everything dope, and you got these bitches fiendin’ now
Get out yo’ feelings, bitch get out yo’ feelings
I can’t tell the difference, I can’t tell the difference
Fuck ’em
I can’t tell the difference, I can’t tell the difference
Diss you when you ain’t around
Can’t stand a petty motherfucker man
I can’t tell the difference, I can’t tell the difference
All these petty niggas, and these petty bitches
Niggas wanna take you down
She lookin’ for a relationship, I’m lookin’ for the chewin’
[Hook: Project Pat]
All these petty niggas, and these petty bitches

All these petty niggas, and these petty bitches
[Verse 1: Project Pat]
All these petty niggas, and these petty bitches
You making me sick, if I had a wish I wish you would keep it 100
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Bitch get out yo’ feelings, get out yo’ feelings
Get out yo’ feelings, bitch get out yo’ feelings

Juicy J – What Did I Do (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

I’m the shit, my bitch is bad
[Chorus]
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
What did i do to make your life so sad?
You lost it all, go get it back
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
Just spent a grip on that new whip
Nigga out here hustling
I never played around, i never acted bad

I went from nothin’ to somethin’
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
I’m the shit, my bitch is bad
Just spent a grip on that new whip
Let that money work for me
The players always change, but the bosses stay the same
This a $crim beat
[Chorus]
I don’t trust none, I let this mag hit you
Now you her last nigga
It’s like you hate to see me winnin’
That pussy mine
Why you mad? What I do?
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
And put some more up in the stash
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
‘Cause them streets won’t give it back
I told you secure the bag
I’m makin’ moves, that’s what I do
I got mad issues
Now she know the difference
And still always some bullshit
I never played around, i never acted bad
All I did was check a bag

Naw we ain’t no slaves, but my niggas got whips and chains
That’s what she said before she seen the way I’m livin’
All I did was check a bag
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?

Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
Why you mad? What I do?
I’m makin’ moves, that’s what I do
When you at the top you like the only one to blame
You ain’t no different from these other niggas
You lost it all, go get it back
But you never seen me go against you
You lost it all, go get it back

Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
Let that money work for me
That’s why i don’t fuck with a lot of niggas
What did i do to make your life so sad?
I’m makin’ moves, that’s what I do
[Verse 2]
I told you secure the bag
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
[Post Hook]
What I do? Why you mad?
[Post Hook]
I’m gettin’ better with this fame
‘Cause them streets won’t give it back
What I do? Why you mad?
Play me some of that suicide pimpin’, man
Got niggas callin’ me the goat
All I did was give ’em all the sauce and all the game
All I did was check a bag

Tell me what I did to make these niggas act so lame
And put some more up in the stash

‘Cause them streets won’t give it back
Ain’t shit crazy mane
‘Cause you ain’t last nigga
[Chorus]
[Post Hook]
I never played around, i never acted bad
What did i do to make your life so sad?
I been official since before the whistle
{Verse 1]
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
Damn what i do
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
Got the big body, but still I stay in my lane
Tell me what I did to make niggas say that I changed
What I do? Why you mad?
DJ $crim with that 808
I’m the shit, my bitch is bad
What I do? Why you mad?
I told you secure the bag
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
And put some more up in the stash
Let that money work for me
Just spent a grip on that new whip

[Intro: Juicy J]

Juicy J – Get Back (feat. T Shyne & Slim Jxmmi) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

Yeah, I trap, I’m with that (with that)
What else could I want for?

House in the hills, I need that (need that)
Nigga this here, that get back
[Pre-Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
If you ain’t broke nigga, bet that (back that)
{Gunshot}
Nigga this here, that get back
Lil’ ass nigga better get back (get back)
Just touched down, where the weed at?
Now they prayin’ that a nigga come hit that

Just touched down where my bros at
If it ain’t about that, you can lean back
Dip dip with your hoe, I’ma be back
All the niggas ’round me got they own bag
This that get back
Leanin’ got jet lag
Big blunts, full of that
Louis this, Gucci that
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I don’t need your love, you can keep that (keep that)
Big blunts make you lean back (Fat Joe)
Stop poppin’ Xans and I relapsed
House in the hills, I need that (need that)
[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]

[Pre-Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
I’m tryna get paid, fuck that beef, you can keep that
Most these niggas that flex be broke, I don’t understand, I don’t get that
Big blunts make you lean back (Fat Joe)
I don’t get that How you still broke?
Pussy dead, I just beat it for fun
I don’t get that How you still broke?
Remember them hoes ain’t want that?
Gimme that check, I need that
Stopped poppin’ Xans and I relapsed
I don’t need your love, you can keep that (keep that)
Nigga this here, that get back
You don’t gotta lie to me son
[Pre-Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Nigga this here, that get back
One shot to the dome, brains on the ground where your feed at
I got your bitch on my phone, she told she can’t leave me ‘lone
Green suicide, bitch hit that
Word on the street, Ima chick mag
Got a bitch in every city
Dip dip with your hoe, I’ma be back

Nigga this here, that get back
I can do the Gucci, I can do the Fendi
I don’t need your love, you can keep that (keep that)
Just touched down, where the weed at?
‘Bout to move a pound through the lift app (Skrrrrt)
If a hater wanna stunt, I’m with it (let’s get it)
[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Bald head bitch, Amber Rose swag
I can do the ‘Rari, I can do the Bentley
Remember them hoes ain’t want that?
I don’t want your love, you can keep that
Just touched down, where the weed at?
Think about it all when I sit back
Stopped poppin’ Xans and I relapsed
[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Now a nigga on top with big racks
The drank got me gone when I sip that
Dip dip with your hoe, I’ma be back
Came up, from the bottom
Dip dip with your hoe, I’ma be back
Nigga this here, that get back

Stop poppin’ Xans and I relapsed
Nigga this here, that get back
[Verse 3: T-Shyne]
I hang up, she call me back
I just spent your whole rent on my lungs
Nigga this here, that get back
House in the hills, I need that (need that)
I just got off the PJ, I’m jet lagged
Nigga this here, that get back
Just touched down, where the weed at?
House in the hills, I need that (need that)
Dip dip with your hoe, I’ma be back
Now they prayin’ that a nigga come hit that
Uh, uh, uh, uh, whoa
Big blunts make you lean back (Fat Joe)
It’s me and some pornstars, I got ’em all on bars
Y’all cuffin’ these hoes, I’m different
Bitch got me twisted, Keith Sweat
[Pre-Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Now they prayin’ that a nigga come hit that
I don’t get that How you still broke?
Yeah
Dip dip with your hoe, I’ma be back
I don’t ask the price when I pop tags
If I’m with a bitch, bet I hit that
Gettin’ money, let’s count up the funds
Remember them hoes ain’t want that?

Nigga this here, that get back
I’m in the back of the Mulsanne kick back
Need that… ooo, ayy
I’m pushin’ a foreign car (Skrrrt)

Ayy, ayy
These hoes ain’t nothin’ when you winnin’ (nothin’)
When you a rich nigga, you can mismatch

Now they prayin’ that a nigga come hit that
I can’t go out sad
Dip dip with your hoe, I’ma be back
[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Nigga this here, that get back

Nigga this here, that get back
Gimme that neck, I need that
If she fuck me good, might tip that
Nigga this here, that get back
Better yet, where the hoes at?
Now they prayin’ that a nigga come hit that

If a hater wanna stunt, I’m with it (let’s get it)
Give me head while I finish a song
Now they prayin’ that a nigga come hit that

Dip dip with your hoe, I’ma be back
I’m so dope, she relapse

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Now they prayin’ that a nigga come hit that
You so broke, you got counterfeit ones
Nigga this here, that get back
The Rollie Presidential, like Sinbad
Nigga this here, that get back
Big blunts make you lean back (Fat Joe)
I don’t get that How you still broke?
Nigga this here, that get back
I don’t need your love, you can keep that (keep that)
Now they prayin’ that a nigga come hit that
Remember them hoes ain’t want that?
[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
Popped a bar before I came, I’m trippin’
All on the ‘Gram, showin’ niggas what you toting ’til a nigga come through and blow your shit back
Heard what I said, I mean that

2Pac – Bomb First

Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
If you ain’t in this rap game, for the motherfuckin’ cash mayne
These niggas is still fuckin’ talkin?
Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it
Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well. Of not only Mr.
We ain’t even come to hurt nobody tonight
I’m a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
Tryin’ to creep through these halls and brawls
We ain’t even come to fight tonight
Yes I’ll die for the cause
Makaveli the Don, solo shit, bring it!
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Shoot first, look at they head burst bleedin’
But released this statement:
Yer tellin’ fairy tales dunn
We, bomb first when we ride
I hit the scene niggas duckin from my guillotine stare
Ya best believe if I’ma leave this bitch
(Outlaw lifestyle)
Located world wide like the art of graffiti
Thug Life runnin’ through my veins so I’m strong
Suge Shot Me
Causin’ massive terror, y’all niggas lack, you ain’t thorough
Should’ve never fucked wit me
(Ha ha ha)
But it’s my life or yo’ life, and I’ma bomb first
Sent to do, what you’ll never do
Please, reconsider ‘fo you die
And I be a soldier on a mission
We, bomb first when we ride
From the Claire down to Newark Bricks, all my niggas flippin chips
Got a little question for that nigga that made "Paparazzi"
Please, reconsider ‘fo you die
Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather
Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu’Ran
Murder motherfuckers lyrically, and I’m not gon’ cry
G’s, and thug niggas on the rise
Yeahh-yeayy! How many niggas down to die for me?
None can serve us Then what is your motherfuckin’ purpose?
Allow me to introduce first Makaveli the Don
It’s the raid for you punk motherfuckers
My whole team, trained to explode ride or die
It’s not about East or West
Got nothin’ to lose, I gots no where to go
Although no one knows the exact ’cause of the new album;
Don’t want to hear no shit this evenin’, believe me
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail interchart movement.
The question everbody wants to know is,
Gettin’ rich, even though it’s hard
Money makin’ plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets
E.D.I. Amin born worthless
Aight, it’s the Raid for your cockroaches
(The pump in yo’ ass)
In every city you’ll find me
And that’s ride for the cause
This for my dogs down to die for yours
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
Now I’m the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time
But it’s my life or yo’ life, and I’ma bomb first
Why’d they get this nigga started?
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
We, bomb first when we ride
Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in ’em
Me – a born leader never leave the block without my heater
Without scarred by a revolv’
My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, knahmean?
Look for trouble right behind me
Expose snakes ’cause they breath freely, see me ride?
I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row
In today’s music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Which side are you on? Riders and punks.
I think I’m tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall
For so many days and some many ways we’ve been duckin strays
West coast ridah, comin’ right behind ya
With no warnin’ signs, ’cause yo my man took five
My forty-five gun’s next to me when we ride, for survival
And not a whimper ’til I’m gone
I want money hoes sex and weed
That’s until the day, I decided to bomb first biatch!
They delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers
"King of New York, " like you the motherfuckin one?
Oh, how do we do these niggas but I’m not gon’ cry
I’m right there; my every word, a fuckin’ nightmare
It’s about niggas and bitches, power and money,
Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters
Half rapper half drug kingpin
With Outlawz, it’s Makaveli, be the general
G’s, and thug niggas on the rise
Cut ’em down.. to Hell is where we send ’em
Niggas get shook like 5-0
Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first
On Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment
Weak motherfuckers don’t deserve to breathe
But I’m from Jerz and we don’t play that shit
Please, reconsider ‘fo you die
fuckin’ roaches, aight You niggas still breathin?
Excuse me Makaveli’s verbal assault
Kamikaze, sicker than a muh’fuckin’ Nazi
We, bomb first when we ride
Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first
Born on a dope fiend’s titty, huh
Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist
Lookin’ out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you
Are understandably shaken up by this release.
Please, reconsider ‘fo you die
This is it nigga! Killuminati style
Yo I’m dyin with yours
I wont rest till my road dawgs free, bomb first!
Bye bye bye, let’s get high and ride

Bjork – The Gate

Care for me, care for me

I care for you, care for you
[Chorus 3]

My silhouette is oval
Transformed into a gate
Didn’t used to be so needy
My healed chest wound
[Verse 2]
Where I give love from
I can care for you, care for you from
[Chorus 2]
Care for you, care for you
I care for you, care for you
Care for you, care for you
And then I’ll care for you, care for you
[Intro]
I care for you, care for you
Just more broken than normal
I care for you, care for you
[Gibberish]
Proud self-sufficiency
And I care for you, care for you
Care for you
I can care for you, care for you
You care for me, care for me

I care for you, care for you
Where I receive love from
[Verse 1]
Splattered light beams into prisms
[Chorus 1]

If you care for me, care for me
That will reunite
[Verse 3]
I care for you, care for you

Split into many parts
If you care for me, care for me
It is a gate

I care for you, care for you

Sia – Rainbow (From “My Little Pony”)

Through the storms, through the clouds, the rain
As the sun comes out
You’ll cry out now and you’ll question why
Through the pain as they hit the ground
Through the pain as they hit the ground

I can see your soul grow

I can see your soul grow
You can do it, just feel baby
I can see your soul grow
Smiling down
[Verse 1]
In your tears as the sun comes out
In your tears as the sun comes out
I am here and I see your pain
In your tears as they fall on down
Smiling down
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Chorus]
As the sun comes out
But when your wounds open, you will cry

In your tears as they fall on down
I can see your soul grow
I can see a rainbow
As the sun comes out

I can see a rainbow
[Chorus]
In your tears as they fall on down
You fall so low but shoot so high
As the sun comes out
I know you, you’re a special one

Smiling down
Some see crazy where I see love
In your tears as they fall on down
So much depth, you look for the light
So much life in those open eyes
Here comes the sun
I can see a rainbow
I can see a rainbow
I can see a rainbow
Big dreamers shoot for open sky
In your tears as the sun comes out
I can see a rainbow
I’m telling you you cannot escape
Through the pain as they hit the ground
Smiling down

Here comes the sun
[Verse 2]
In your tears as the sun comes out
I can see a rainbow
Here comes the sun
I can see a rainbow
Through the pain as they hit the ground