Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Juice, artist - CES Cru. Album song Constant Energy Struggles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.03.2013
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Juice |
| Give me, give me, give me the juice |
| Give me, give me, give me, give me the juice |
| Another day in the life, no time for play I’m tryin' to cake, |
| High stakes survival, increasing my fire rate |
| Eyes dilated, aim my sight fly straight |
| If I ever want my record to see the light of day |
| I’mma find a way, weight of the world need a lift |
| If we carry bags I know we gon' need a tip, |
| You’re free to give my man but I don’t need a disk, |
| With the grip of tracks, it’s really nothing for me to skip, |
| We the creed of a better breed and you never read and |
| Since you never see it son that’s, if’n you ever see us, |
| My nemesis, why you being a Ebenezer? |
| I’ll be seein' sights sippin on somethin' with señoritas, |
| Pro political peace, let 'em read |
| With a Palestinian, Israeli or Lebanese, |
| Behold the horse I’m paler to ever be |
| I’m tryin to catch some while I’m sailing the seven seas |
| I float my friends, scuttle my enemies and we |
| Constantly in the struggle for energy, |
| I rock steadily in the spot ready or not |
| Pushin' my pronouns for plenty plenty a pop, |
| I’m getting guap my man I got plans |
| To cop land away and lay in in the hot sand, |
| I 'Know the Ledge', playin' my Roxanne, |
| Another dollar another day in the rock band, |
| It’s juice! |
| Give me, give me, give me the juice |
| Give me, give me, give me the juice |
| Crawling out of the casket, I woke from madness, |
| I’ve been in the media feeding off the sadness, |
| If any an enemy coming rattling as if, |
| He ready for Armageddon now wet him in acid |
| I’ve been in the back bitch, playing the sidekick |
| Surprise they realize the size of my dick, |
| They blog and criticize the lines of my shit, |
| Straddle up on a iron alone and you ride dick, |
| Better get him a stretcher, an oxygen mask, |
| Socks and gym bags, box of Slim Fast, |
| I lose dead weight, got a lot to get past, |
| For all that hate, I’m about to get cash, |
| I ain’t got a chain yet, you’re hearing the same vet, |
| Could say that I’m lucky I made it out of a train wreck, |
| Want me to speed it up motherfucker it ain’t Tech |
| It’s Godemis idiots study up on on the name check! |
| I zone in the canvas, I’m in the paint, they ain’t -- ready |
| I spray seven or eight I’m alive to aim steady |
| It’s like me and Jason using the same 'chete, |
| So 'Raw' I’m 'Delirious' nigger it ain’t Eddie! |
| It don’t matter I don’t chatter at all to y’all, |
| The new data is out of an old catalog, |
| The instinct is that of an old rabid dog, |
| Who might have been good on that day but he got it all |
| That’s juice! |
| Give me, give me, give me the juice |
| Give me, give me, give me the juice |
| Wakin' him up, shakin' the fuck |
| Outta Pagans that are mating fornicatin' |
| With hate and sick lust, |
| Eatin' bloody steak and bacon with Satan |
| They can abrup-tly be taken by Yates |
| And I’m placin' this blade in his guts, |
| Amazing to us sleknov raisin' a cup here’s to, |
| Layin' the blade today who bathin' in blood Bedlam, |
| Might behead ya psyches dead for life he bled |
| But Ike said to knife these Negras! |
| Bright ran away for the night I’m a sinner |
| Hate my inner light when I stray see the fright, |
| I generate… I innovate in the fight I’mma incinerate a mic! |
| Men obey when I write they disintegrate! |
| It’s over, soul of a soldier |
| Chose to be cold and overload ya with vulgar |
| S’posed to be old but the flows gettin' bolder |
| And hoes lose they clothes never holdin' they composure |
| That’s juice! |
| …Bitch! |
| Give me, give me, give me the juice |
| Give me, give me, give me the juice |