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Текст песни Juice - J.U.I.C.E.

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Yeah, Ah, Lab Techs, manHey manWhat`s up?You got to get these niggaz manWe willThey don`t know like I knowAh-ha, J U, That`s me, ICEHuh, Lab Teks[Verse 1]I`m from C H I C A to the GOSipping on courvosier, what up RioNiggaz can`t try to see J, with Miss CleoJ flow Y3K, J neoEvery bar I drop is penetentary steelEvery car I rock represent me on the realIt ain`t hard to hop in the Bentley`s or DeVille`sNo gimmicks, I`m multy, simply through the skillJ, I distribute my own CDFuck you, this is a tribute to only meAnd my clique nigga, CONGLOMERATEYou predesigned with it, but I redefine lyricsSo open up your eyes, read the signs and hear itThe trey`ll leave you niggaz with leaky minds and spiritsLay these niggaz flat like matressesUnderstand where I`m at with thisThis is J..[Chorus]J, a nigga packing trey all day, is likeU, must understand what I do niggaI, represent the CHICE, them niggaz ain`t fucking with me (2x)[Verse 2]Better watch me, I`ll show you what floss meanOr you can get your mouth blown off like soft schemeThese skills are trinitron, 16`s are effortlessSuccess we been upon, the hood is still repping usYou night like dinner time, for anyone approaching usFuckin with the pentagon, you think we just some vocalistsThis is a rap rennaisance, I`m magnificentSlugs are past stitches, I`m life`s antifisistJ, got the right man ripping itMy cD dissappear like Soundscan is sniffing itJU, slash ICE periodDebut, slash rap`s 3D lyricistDrug supplier, these thugs are liersLAb Teks spit the flame, I`m in love with the fireThug attire, like I`m lapping in the tunnelI`m downtown niggaz, six-oh, six-one-oh[Chorus 2X][Verse 3]If you want a little piece, I`ll give you a little pieceI`ll set this motherfucker off like the middle eastAnd let it jump, I stay calm as a reverendI used to walk through the valley, like son`s 27The bomb when I step in the clubComfy like Saddam with the weapon, it`s loveThese niggaz fall down and they never get upNigga, you can`t buy a vowel now, the three letters is upJ, I`m left brain, hard to explainI`m worse than 9/11 when the jets cameworse than John Rocker at Mets gamesCocking the tek, aim and blastHop in the Lex, range ang gasAnd they wonder why I`m angry atThese lil` niggaz in the CHI wearing Yankee hatsYou Chicago nigga, you can`t be thatYou ain`t number one Joe, you ain`t T-MacNigga, don`t claim Brooklyn, don`t do thatWhen you niggaz come home, we don`t want you backThis is 312, all pimps in itFall through, all blue, still creeping itCONGLOM, pimps in it, the hood don`t get usWe can`t stop crooking, yall fiends won`t let usDo the math, what does one minus one equalA bad situation for your peopleHolla..[Chorus 2X]

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