get high I can smoke up 3 pounds, eat a hundred weed brown I'm sipping on serve now, I say fry 20 shots of vodka, I only drink siroko They call me Juicy J
[Juicy J talking] Yes sir once again it's on Juicy J featuring Project Pat Chronicles of the Juice man, North North part 2 Raise ya thunbs up my nigg,
dude its a ride so just buckle up smokin on a fuckin blunts till my minds about to blow motherfuck the universe because we brought u da end, hoe [Juicy J
be beggin' for some Christ As I soar through yo life Aint no mutha fuckin' Christ All I wanna see is die [Juicy J] Yo sleep at night
one goddamn city So check your crooked lip bitch And change yo plans It's the numbers on your phone And numbers on your cell Verse 2 Juicy J I
he thought, ACP and GIB was bluffin' (Yeah!) You got some pimps off in dis buildin' Smokin' with yo children In da back of da club, with my thugs syrrup sippin
Marty Griffin shootin five football fields .50 cal some [bleep] don't wanna feel With my Baretta CX-4 Rung your doorbell pop your ass through the door. [Chorus] [Juicy J
and beat em in the mosh pit! [Juicy J] Its the Juice, up in the club So raise your set high in the air and show me love We drinkin' beer, we smokin'
(talking)-[d.j paul] and [juicy "j"] Chorus 1: [juicy "j''] If you ain't claiming g-d (fuck y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming v-l (fuck y'all hoes) If
got what i want won't you give me some [juicy "j"] How high can you get on that ?frendly fruit??(?frendly fruit?) How high can you get sippin gin and
What you gone do? [fiend] Bitch,you can picture the pain,i rip you in vain While the young soldiers whisper my name I'm dealing the caine,sippin' on crown, smokin
x2 (gangsta boo) Ten times out of twelve Nine times out of ten Gansta boo is in it to win Prophet rider till the end Smokin' weed Gettin' twisted more and sippin
here dude Its a ride So just buckle up Smokin on a fuckin blunts Till my minds about to blow Motherfuck the universe Because we brought u da end, hoe [juicy j
smoke your dope Sittin at home on her ass, waitin on you so she can smoke It's time out for nothin hoes, all I do is blaze trees Smoke myself into a coma
Griffin shootin five football fields .50 cal some [bleep] don't wanna feel With my Baretta CX-4 Rung your doorbell pop your ass through the door. [Chorus] [Juicy J
the money not folded in a roll Like a pimp When I see you bitch you better have my dough Like a pimp Reach Back Like a pimp Slap the Hoe [Juicy J] Now
