Lyrics Squalie - Juelz Santana, Jr Writer

Squalie

juelz talking:
uh-ooo!
roll wit me, its santana
yea I’d like to welcome yall to the great
fuck wit ya boy!
freekey!
juelz santana
now I got more than my swagger back
listen here homie
Mr. Majaggers back (uh-oo)
young Zab of rap
only difference is this Judah
will shoot ya, then get back to rappin'
traffin’crack threw half and happenins'
make stacks and stacks and thats a fact man
yall cant fuck wit me baby girl would grab my nuts for free
comfortably
now I got more than my pimpin together
got my game, got my cain, got my limpin'
together, shit bitch you better get your
switchin’together cuz this back-hand
will get you together, hope you know that
and sometimes I cant belive my niggas
but in all, I’ll give it all just to feed my niggas, eat, dont stop homie breathe my niggas
I need yall more than yall ever need me my niggas
hook:
this is for all my niggas on the block
thats pumpin'
I think the cops is comin'
squalie!
all my niggas on the block with somethin'
hold it down I think the cops is comin'
squalie!
yea all my chicks on the strip that switch
be easy, I think the cops is comin'
squalie!
all my ladies that boost for higher
Prada, Gucci attire watch whos behind ya!
Juelz Santana
Yo we livin’the life of loca-vida, coke and cheever
drive-by blow smoke on the policia
like fuck em!
I got no love for em Squalie!
but I’m tired of runnin’from
Squalie!
duckin’from Squalie!
shit and we aint do nothin to Squalie!
its pay-back we bustin at Squalie!
no more gettin serched, frisked for
nothin by Squalie!
so sell ya crack,
sell ya smack like the dickens premire
Juelz Santana Dickens is here yea,
so Freekey you rollin’with me,
this the theme song homie fuck the police!
we back at it, or crack habit is that drastic
measures we taken em', u faken we’ll clap at ya peel off on dirt bikes and raptors,
squirt pipes at bastards yall cant fuck wit me!
hook
J.R. Writer
Hey ma, its J.R. and L’s
it aint hard to tell
we them niggas in…(?)
wit that hard to sell
that aint hard to sell
and a gun thatll hit you from far as hell
u quick to flash, well whip yo’ass
couple shots hit your glass
dip-shit your whip will crash
I got the sickest past
stay skippin’class, pitchin’Hash
all day I stood there
flippin’halves
when I heard, Squalie!
I dished and dashed
ditched the hash
park, neutral, first gear
hit the gas, now we rich with cash
and when I hear Squalie!
I sit and laugh, dawg you kiss his ass,
cooked more caine, pushed off dames
while you dumb niggas stand there
and look all lame
I done popped and took off chains
now Ivory dump ice on me like my team
won a football game!