Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Juicy, artist - The Notorious B.I.G.. Date of issue: 04.03.2007
Song language: English
Juicy |
| Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me |
| I'd never amount to nothin', to all the people that lived above the |
| buildings that I was hustlin' in front of that called the police on |
| me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter, |
| and all the niggas in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? |
| Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh |
| It was all a dream |
| I used to read Word Up magazine |
| Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine |
| Hangin' pictures on my wall |
| Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl |
| I let my tape rock 'til my tape pop |
| Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock |
| Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack |
| With the hat to match |
| Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha |
| You never thought that hip hop would take it this far |
| Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight |
| Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade |
| Born sinner, the opposite of a winner |
| Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner |
| Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri |
| Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky |
| I'm blowin' up like you thought I would |
| Call the crib, same number same hood |
| It's all good |
| Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh |
| You know very well who you are |
| Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars |
| You had a goal, but not that many |
| 'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty |
| I made the change from a common thief |
| To up close and personal with Robin Leach |
| And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day |
| Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way |
| The Moet and Alize keep me pissy |
| Girls used to diss me |
| Now they write letters 'cause they miss me |
| I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff |
| I was too used to packin' gats and stuff |
| Now honies play me close like butter played toast |
| From the Mississippi down to the east coast |
| Condos in Queens, indo for weeks |
| Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak |
| Livin' life without fear |
| Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ear |
| Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool |
| Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school |
| Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood |
| And it's still all good |
| Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga |
| Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis |
| When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this |
| 50 inch screen, money green leather sofa |
| Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur |
| Phone bill about two G's flat |
| No need to worry, my accountant handles that |
| And my whole crew is loungin' |
| Celebratin' every day, no more public housin' |
| Thinkin' back on my one-room shack |
| Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back |
| And she loves to show me off, of course |
| Smiles every time my face is up in The Source |
| We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us |
| No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us |
| Birthdays was the worst days |
| Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay |
| Uh, damn right I like the life I live |
| 'Cause I went from negative to positive |
| And it's all... |
| (It's all good) |
| ...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh |
| Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga |
| Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh |
| Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh |
| Uh, yeah, a-ight |