| «Yo, who go the juice now man?»
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| Niggas know how I get down for sure
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| I’m not soft
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| I’ll blow your fucking top off
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| Niggas know I do dirt
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| I’m kicking up dust puttin' in work
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| Niggas know how I get down for sure
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| I’m not soft
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| I’ll blow half of your top off
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| Niggas know I do dirt
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| I’m kicking up dust putting in work
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| Ye, ye, let’s get it in
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| I got the 38 magnum
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| Rollin' in the magnum
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| Top down, I’m hot now
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| Niggas tryin' to bag him
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| Cops tryin' to harass him
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| Dual exhaust tail pipe
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| Smokin like snoop dogg
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| Four door coupe dog
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| Blow the fucking roof off
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| In the club, in the car
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| Sang dang chain hang
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| Bitch I’m a super star
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| It ain’t who nice
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| It’s J U Ice
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| And bitches cry when they see me like the passion of christ
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| My flow hit hard like busta
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| Staggerin' mic
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| And my niggas throwin' patron shots
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| Back at the fight
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| And that’s word to eazy
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| Nigga pass me a light
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| I’m five mics plus one and thats a classic a’ight?
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| Yeah, I’m a z zone
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| Cooler than the ac on
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| Ask around barber shops couldn’t fade me holmes
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| Bitches think I’m young hollerin'
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| When maybe roam
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| And I’m ghost liek the nigga who put jay-z on
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| And by, reasonable doubt
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| I’m the dopest nigga out
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| I ain’t sold one record and I’m the dopest nigga out
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| I used to bang mackaveli at my grandma’s house
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| And every rapper in the wolrd hate me like steve stout
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| I got, gorilla flow, throw of manila though
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| Like ali and foreman this is just a warnin
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| 45 in the air to give niggas a warning
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| Take two of these and call me in the morining
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| Cleaning up hip hops mess is my job
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| Nigga, i’m from arizona where they say «FUCK HOT ROD!»
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| Be easy nigga
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| Hear you talkin' all breezy nigga
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| Fourth easy nigga
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| Better believe me nigga
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| You know my steezy nigga
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| I have you stuck in the trap like jeezy nigga
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| Killin' you is too easy nigga
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| You a myspace gangsta, profile look cheesy nigga
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| Everything you gots mine believe me nigga
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| I’m in your friends list stealin all your breezes nigga
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| You can’t see me nigga
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| But when you see me nigga
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| I am throwing shit like matt monicks this season nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who got the juice , by - The Game. Song from the album Face of L.A., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп