Juelz Santana Album

[No lyrics]

(Verse)
Now once again, a deep thought of Aaliyah
Crosses my mind, I rethought that I seen her, all in my mind
Memories of Big, all in the lime light, all of the time, all on his grind, right
I'm blacking out about 'Pac, blacking out on them cops
Middle finger, after blacking out from them shots
And I go visit Shyne, in my distant mind
I tell him stay up, cause in there it's a different grind
I see Eazy and Jam Master laughin'
Big L still rappin, like it never happened
I got a sick sense with me, God picked then sent me
To this earth place, to win in the first place
Visions of mommy, on an Island somewhere, yeah, I designed just for my mommy
My whole life is a blessing, that's why I'm so nice, so right
Approach mics with aggression
I got the type of obsession I would like to progress in
I write about me, and the life of my henchmen
I blow dice, roll twice to the deuce
That was nights, that was life on the stoop
This shit gotta change
Can't forget the hard white in the boot
White car stripped with the blue, narc parked right in the coup, damn
They riding around with a license to shoot
I'm riding around with no license and hoop, follow me now
Follow me down, this yellow brick road
187, hello, every ghettos zip code
I had to change my pace up, so I went left, while everybody went right
Had to switch the waste up, now I'm better off
Met Cam set it off, did the mix tape now look dip set is off
Put the bid in Def Jam bet it all
First writers refusal, Dame wouldn't let us off
So we matched it, we signed labels with Dashius
Cam goes platinum, the set is up next
A double album, we set for the best
Juelz is the test, which is me, fail or succeed
But still I'm here in the flesh, handing you breath
Mixed with a lot of thought, The Santana, Robb Report
I bring you more than just music I bring you me and all of my movement
I bring my whole life all in the booth shit
And I'm all in the booth with, the headphones on, the lights cut down

(Verse)
I make music I consider a challenge
Like this here, reminds me of Gilligan's Island
And that reminds of Harlem, where my niggaz is whylin
The only borough that was built on an island, woah
You fucks probably ain't know, if they cut off the bridges
We'd be stuck, forced to live on the Island
But we gangstas, riders, 9/11 survivors
Niggaz still want beef than holla
You think you bout it, get your piece and holla
Squeze the piece when I think it's problems, do you follow?
A young Muhammad Atta, no plane lessons, cocaine lessons, just a plot of towers
Before they crashed and divided the towers
I'm hurtin' working hard to reprovide the towers, like
Bring 'em back up, lift 'em back up
Niggaz back up, or lift us back up

Chorus: 2x
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Y'all can't fuck with me, okay

(Verse)
Now let me hear you say, OKAY
It's Santana the great again, tie him up, bandana his face again
I tried to tell 'em it's no escaping the basics
And no escaping the hatred and no escaping the matrix man
Only Neo is me, no Cleo can see my future, if she did I'd shoot her
They tried to say the mission was impossible
I came through, crew did it, got it poppin' too
Two bitches on my side both prostitutes
Gray smoke, mobster's suit, yeah they get it poppin' too
I get my ace holes chopped in two, dimes, quarters, rocks in two
The fiends cop it too
Yeah, look at 'em rockin' two, rockin' boat, Rock n' Jock
Stop and plot, hot a BLDAT
Fucka, this nigga gotta stop, out of sight, out of mind
He gotta go, he out of line

Chorus: 2x
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, Okay, Okay
Okay, Okay, Okay

[No lyrics]

[Intro - Juelz Santana]
Uh, Santana, let's do it
Yeah, DipSet

[Verse 1 - Juelz Santana]
Man where ever I go, I hold it down
I blow it down, you see me, believe me it's (Going down)
These hoes love me to death, they mumble under they breath
Lovely duets, boy, I'm (Going down)
I thought Mary J. was under my steps, nah I'm just playing
Love when ya sweat, keep singing (Going down)
I'm so fucking amazin, like Jordan to the league
When he first came in, it's (Going down)
I know you mad, my career's blowing up
Going up, holding up, and your's is (Going down)
Slowly but surely, so coked to the shorty's
Caught by the boys, the judge says your (Going down)
I had to call up my lawyer, gotta make court
And yawning, it's four in the morning, it's (Going down)
I need be out by the morning
Man the streets needs me to be out by the morning, or nothings (Going down)

[Chorus - Juelz Santana]
Yeah, I tryed to help ya, tryed to warn ya
Tryed to tell ya it's (Going down)
But, wouldn't believe it, couldn't believe it
Look I succeded, it's (Going down)
Baby keep walking wit ya hip, I keep walking wit a limp
Yeah you talking to a pimp it's (Going down)
Again, I tryed to help ya, tryed to warn ya
Tryed to tell ya it's (Going down)

[Verse 2 - Juelz Santana]
Now look, I'm back stronger than ever
Money's longer than ever, longer Baretta, it's (Going down)
Man we could get it on, it's whatever
The morns the better, I'm shorter, I'm better whenever it's (Going down)
Got a new chick, badder than ever
Ass fatter than ever, got it together and love (Going down)
No bud, no kiss, no hug
No rub, no bath, no tub, just love (Going down)
Yeah, that's my kind of baby
That's my kind of lady it's (Going down)
And the purse, you might find a eighty
Underneath her lip gloss, shorty keeps some lip gloss she's (Going down)
And that's why I love her, that's also why I don't trust her
Think she got her a sucker, nope (Going down)
Got another thing coming, not a baby but a
?? believe me I done it (Going down)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Juelz Santana]
Yeah, mama look at me now, mama look at me how
Ya beautiful child it's (Going down)
Mama look up and smile, you made a beautiful child
Still shooting the pound it's (Going down)
Gotta survive, manuever through towns
Gotta drive, smooth through the town, or it's (Going down)
Cops on my ass, gotta shoot through the town
Shooting the pound, I ruined it now it's (Going down)
Only question is, will I get caught
Will I get cuffed, will I see court, will people see me (Going down)
No they won't, man I'ma survivor
Plus I gotta lady cop that's a rider, so nothing's (Going down)
You might catch me, crossing the border
Crossing the water, three ladies out and deported it's (Going down)
I caught 'em swimming, north of the border
Lost in the water, caught 'em and scored 'em, now they (Going down)

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Going down
Going down
Going down

[Juelz]
Yeah nigga, I heard my man Luca was out
I guess he's...

[Chorus]
BACK A-GAIN,
Back with my 45, gotta new quarter drive
Tryin' to stay alllliiiiiivvveee
BACK A-GAIN
Same gansta team, new gangsta lean
Chasin' the fuckin' cream
BACK A-GAIN
Fitted to the back, Throwy well intact
Ladies holla back
BACK A-GAIN
This time we here to stay
Ain't got no time to play
Stay out my fuckin' way

[Verse]
Now I'm "Back A-gain", just like flash was
Bad like Shaft was, react like Cassius...
Clay did in the ring with his back up...
Against the ropes, jab, jab, back up
It's all for what, it's all for us, all for bucks
You chumps remind me of Mister Softee chucks
Icey niggaz, banana boat milkshake ice cream niggaz
I don't like these niggaz, nope
I pop shots, hot glocks, shoot through vans too
Oh-Bob-bobalo-bamboo, move
And I'm fo' really with the milly-o
Leave many wholes like the cereal Cheerios
You into funny money, I'm rakin' in silly do'
The type that don't really fold, just sittin' there and gettin' old
I got the game ina loop kid, kinda like Snoop did
It's more than me, it's more than the music
I'm....

[Chorus]
BACK A-GAIN,
Back with my 45, gotta new quarter drive
Tryin' to stay alllliiiiiivvveee
BACK A-GAIN
Same gansta team, new gangsta lean
Chasin' the fuckin' cream
BACK A-GAIN
Fitted to the back, Throwy well intact
Ladies holla back
BACK A-GAIN
This time we here to stay
Ain't got no time to play
Stay out my fuckin' way

[Verse]
Come through new coup Z
Three plus fitty, me plus Jimmy
Speed up slow, ease up quickly
Yeah we puff really, yeah we just silly
Puddy-buddies yeah he just kills me, shit
And I'm sick in the mind
They don't understand this trife style lifestyle
Live in a mine, but still I'm "Back A-Gain"
BAck with my 45, Cadillac that my shorty drives
Maggy-mackin' my shorty's live "Back A-Gain"
Straight from 4-45, West 53 in Amsterdam
Also known as Gramsterdam, way before the Santana man
Long time ago, way before the bandana, damn
Young scrammy scram on the block hand to hand
Hard I was slangin' it, straight Leron James with it
No big star, no big car
One big rock, one big block, I'll go far

[Chorus]
BACK A-GAIN,
Back with my 45, gotta new quarter drive
Tryin' to stay alllliiiiiivvveee
BACK A-GAIN
Same gansta team, new gangsta lean
Chasin' the fuckin' cream
BACK A-GAIN
Fitted to the back, Throwy well intact
Ladies holla back
BACK A-GAIN
This time we here to stay
Ain't got no time to play
Stay out my fuckin' way

[Verse]
Now this has been one hell of a year
This has been one hell of a ride, I'm tellin' you guys
They'd thought we'd never survive, Jeky'll and Hyde
Or the great american pie, weapons collide
Dead or alive, left with no choice but to um, better our lives
Get up and strive, but um, get up and roll, get up ya know
Get up and go, these motherfuckers ain't lettin' us go
So we get up and take it, get up and make it happen for us
Nobody can gt up and take this
In rappin' we trust, gat packin's a must
It's part of my nature, part of my wake up
Part of my waist yup, pardon my waist chump
For this part of my waist chump, come part in of your face, yup
It's Santana, part of the great stuff
Fo really man, pardon I'm great chump

[Chorus]
BACK A-GAIN,
Back with my 45, gotta new quarter drive
Tryin' to stay alllliiiiiivvveee
BACK A-GAIN
Same gansta team, new gangsta lean
Chasin' the fuckin' cream
BACK A-GAIN
Fitted to the back, Throwy well intact
Ladies holla back
BACK A-GAIN
This time we here to stay
Ain't got no time to play

I'm sorry....
I mean it too... let me talk to you..
knahmsayin?, tell you what it was all about maybe

(Jealousy)
We was in love it had to be the (Jealousy)
that had me buggin all for nuttin (Jealousy, yeah)
Now I'm a loner cuz of (Jealousy, yeah)
I'm sorry man, oh

[Verse 1: Juelz]
Baby, all I wanted was a chance with you
little love, little dance, romance with you
shit I had big plans for you
swear to God I never meant to put my hands on you
thats not somethin that a man would do
thats not something I had plans to do, I had plans to move
take you with me, give you the Coupe
give you the shoes, instead I was hearin' the news...
You was out there buggin', fuckin'
doin your dirt when, I was in the studio workin'..
shit I'm tryna make music that's perfect
instead I gotta hear you out there foolin' and flirtin'
You and your friends got a bad reputation already
if I'm not mistaken already...uh
but I gotta 'pologize to your mother and father
shoulda never put my hands on your daughter
But I ain't askin' you to drop no charges shit
I did what I did, deserve the consequence
I can't see myself copping a plea
to one of these niggaz who bleeds the same as me
I'ma G, I will cock and squeeze
the same as E, take it to the same degree, please
so let's leave it alone, we don't need this at home
especially all over some fuckin..

(Jealousy, yeah) yeah thats what it's about right?
(Jealousy, yeah), I never meant to touch you
(Jealousy, yeah)
uh, it was the (Jealousy,yeah)
I was buggin, high (Jealousy, yeah)
whoa (Jealousy, yeah)
God forgive me my... (Jealousy, yeah)

If I could take it back, you know I would, yes I would, yes I would

[Verse 2: Juelz]
Shit, now I don't know what made me..lift my hand up
swing it at you, I musta been crazy
musta been high, twisted off hazy
fuck am I doing?, this is my baby
and now I'm feeling like Kane from Menace II Society
know your brothers wanna come back and fire me
now I'm riding with my riders beside of me
can't get caught slippin so they riding beside of me
and Cam told me not to fuck with you
he told me you known, the blocks corrupted you
I told him nah, I had it locked, threw cuffs on you..
plus I had lots of love for you..huh
so I'm stickin with my heart, that's my nigga to the heart
but I'm stickin with my heart
Now look....I'm sittin in the dark
facin' a charge, gotta go sit up in a court
all because, I was stupid and dumb
shoulda never went through it with hun, shit
but to this day, I never knew this would come
i never thought that I would go through this with hun, no
the one I wanted to marry...wanted to carry my baby through life
maybe this life... we can't be together
can't see together, can't see each other
don't need each other, won't be together
cuz of..

Jealousy, yeah
oh, jealousy yeah
Jealousy, yeah
Damn, why did we have to go through this (Jealousy yeah)
and its all because of this (Jealousy, yeah)
I admit I was (Jealousy, yeah,)
Jealousy, yeah

uh, you was playin them games too

[Intro]
Man all I hear is Santana this, Santana that
Santana you can't do this, Santana you can't do that
Man why I can't I just smoke a blunt and be me
That's how I feel..
Okay it's Santana, I'm back again
You know what man? What? What?
This is... Yea

You fuckas don't know a damn thing about me (Nope)
A piece, a part, a hamstring about me
The streets my heart you can't get it out me, it's
You fuckas know me, it was a sharp throb in my bones
I looked it was my own flesh, heart, and my bones, problems at home (Home)
So I left them there, got up out the atmosphere
Misery, loves company, I don't respect that there
Dip Set on the posta, boy for coming so close to
Being the black Lagrosta Nostra
Jim is my big buzzin, Zeek's my big cousin
Killa's my big nigga, also my big brother
We are the Dip family, get a grip family
Nothin alive can divide this family
So come on roll with the Set, come on roll with the best
The pain is felt niggaz know that you stressed (Oh)
The game itself don't notice your stress
You been left smokin, zoning on steps (No)
That's not the way to go, but that's the way you'll go
If you don't get up off you ass and find a way to go
Streets to rap, yea that's the way I went
Now its beats and rhymes, that's the way I pay the rent
Fuck what ya think nigga
Cause this is..

Niggaz know me

[No lyrics]

[No lyrics]

[Verse 1]
My name mean a lot to me, pain mean a lot to me
Fame means nothing, but the game means a lot to me
I slang caine on these blocks for weeks
Ever since Rocky III, and the death of Apollo Creed
I was a tiny little poppy seed
As grimey as I could be, as sheiesty as I could be
Niggaz who live nicely, who don't understand the life of me
Other niggaz don't like me, and wanna take my life from me
They don't understand that I love it, and I like the beef
The raw, the guns, the violence, it's all right with me
I be laying in the cut where the sniper be
Righteously, waiting for you to get out the driver's seat
I don't think like usual people
Who think like usual people, who don't think right
I think like Muslims, in movements of people, who move they people
And move on your people, power is stronger than voo doo and evil
I'm immune, I drunk the juice, took a root from the needle
Still trying to figure out, why I do, the crimes I do
With the minds IQ, of an Einstein too
Tell 'em, Cha-cha, and bon, bon goo, they think I'm crazy, well I do too
Leave me alone please, I'm in my two-three zone please
Nothing can stop me, you fuckers can't stop me

("Why" continues to play)

[Verse 2]
It's like my life keeps turning around
Every second I need a lighter, I keep burning it down
I smoke so much, I could nurture a pound
My thoughts are always foggy, they blurring right now listen
I see the game for what it's worth, pain, fame and work
Girls walk with they brain in their skirt
So while you're fucker, they thinking
Of ways to get even, or a way out the hood, they make up a reason
For the judge, for you take him and see him
Until you face a subpena, that'll change your demeanor
So be careful, where you skating through this game
Remember it's other niggaz playing, skating in your lane
Don't get clipped, or stripped skating in the rain
Cause niggaz will keep rolling, and skating on your brain
That's just the rules and regulations of the game
When you playing you, you playing, and you paying like you weigh in, so..
If not, those wolves aiming where you layin'
And waiting on you patient with that thing up in the basement
That's why I walk with that thing out, when I'm pasting
Cause I know these niggaz hate it, that their little sisters love it
And their girls really want it, plus I'm frontin
Twenty three big truckin, new Z, new bucket
Fuck it

("Why" continues until fade out)

[No lyrics]

[No lyrics]

f/ Cam'Ron

[Cam'Ron - repeat 15X]
Dip Set

[Chorus]
Juelz, Dip Dip
Santana, Set, Set
Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs
Who you wit, wit
Dog, no set
Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww)

[Verse One: Juelz Santana]
Hang with gangs, that hang and bang
Animals, arrangatangs, hammers move, bangers bang
Damn, it's new the game done changed
I got a whole selection, a whole collection
A ho selection of my ho collection
And I'm big pimpin', stick givin', quick shiftin'
Listen, this isn't, no damn game in here (Oww)
Yeah, the whole byrd gang's in here, like Kurt Kobain was here, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah
And I'm dangerous yeah, brainless yeah, stainless yeah
Aim to kill yeah, bangers yeah, y'all some dead mother...
And my diddy-pop, barge through the city blocks
Hard with the pretty glock, charge and you getting shot
Diddy to the bar, hard make her give a shot
Get a broad, get here hot, get her home give her (Oww)
Go,it's your birthday
Go, go drink it girl, it's cumming, I know you're thirsty
Harlem's my birthplace, tombstone birth place
Doomsday, goonsday, Tuesday to Thursday

[Chorus]
Juelz, Dip Dip
Santana, Set, Set
Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs
Who you wit, wit
Dog, no set
Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww)

[Verse Two: Juelz Santana]
Jump, stomp, move, breathe
We, in, too, deep, OKAY
I'm lo-lo from the block again
Po-po and the cops again, no homo but they cocking them
Four-fos and glocks and them
They the paparrazi, they the livest posses
Kamakazi, nazi, nazi, copy papi
I'm a baller baller, you're not at all a baller
That's why I scored your daughter, left her home, call her, call her
I'm in the low BM, yeah, with your old BM
You smoke the Os and M, trojans and petroleums
Yeah, and that's just incase the ho ain't safe
Take it off, bend it over, throw it in, work it, work it
Oops, squirt it, squirt
Oops, oopsy dais, ohh I'm crazed
Cho-cho train, co-ca mane, Zulu Gang
I'm old school like Bambatta, no man's hotta
The damn dadda, I jam proper, your man's not a

[Chorus]
Juelz, Dip Dip
Santana, Set, Set
Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs
Who you wit, wit
Dog, no set
Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww)

Santana, Killa, Jim Jones, Freaky
Killa, you already know what it is
My man Juelz Santana, that boy got that crack man
Diplomat Records man

[No lyrics]

(feat. J.R. Writer)

Yea uh-ooo!! (Come on, come on)
Roll wit me, its santana
I'd like to welcome y'all (yea) to the great
Fuck wit ya boy!(Once again) Zeke!

[Juelz Santana]
now I got more than my swagger back
listen here homie
Mr. Mick Jaggers 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 Hampton
make stacks and stacks and thats a fact man
y'all cant fuck wit me
baby girl I drag my nuts for free
comfortably
and ya know I got 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 sometime I cant belive my niggaz
still in all, I'll give it all just to feed my
niggaz, eat, dont stop homie breathe my niggaz
I need y'all more than y'all ever need me my niggaz

[Hook]
this is for all my niggaz on the block thats pumpin'
I think the cops is comin' - Squalie!
all my homies on the block with somethin'
hold it down I think the cops is comin' - Squalie!
for all my chicks on the strip that switch
be easy, I think the cops is comin' - Squalie!
all my ladies who boost for higher
Prada, Gucci attire watch whos behind ya! Squalie

[Juelz]
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 ain't do nothin to Squalie!
its pay-back we buckin at Squalie!
no more gettin searched, frisked for
nothin by Squalie! Hey so sell ya pack
sell ya crack like when dickens was near
Juelz Santana Dickens is here yea
Yea so Zeke is ya rollin' with me
this the theme song homie fuck the police!
we back at it, our crack habit is that drastic
measures we taken em', maken we'll clap at ya
peel off on dirt bikes and raptors
squirt pipes at bastards y'all cant fuck wit me!

[Hook]

[J.R. Writer]
Hey ma, its J.R. and L's
it ain't hard to tell
we da niggaz in we da niggaz in Maury and car alarm da fell wit that hard to
sell
that ain't hard to sell
and a gun that'll hit you from far as hell
u quick to flash , we'll whip yo' ass
couple shots hit your glass
Dip-shit ya whip will crash
I got the sickest past
stay skippin' class, pitchin' Hash
all day, 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, push off dames
while you dumb niggaz stand there
and look all lame
I done popped and took off chains
now Ivory dump ice on me like my team

Ya probably aint expecting this one
Nope,yea clap clap un hun,
This something my grandmother would dance to or something
Sha ba doop doop dooooo
Sha ba doop doop dooooo

[Chorus]
Nights like this I wish
That rain drops would fall........
(i know u wishing it would rain)
Nights like this I wish
That rain drop would fall.........

[Verse 1]
Ay Grandma and Grandpa
Look at ya grandson, I done made it far
Damn nana, I know its killing ya bones that damn cancer
I wish i had an answer,but i dont im jus wishin for an answer
Watchin my mamma cry, shes watchin her mamma die
Every second im drying my mamma eyes, she so proud of her son
See right through my mamma eyes, she jus follow the drips
U cant dodge the rain but u can follow the drips
And every drop of rain that falls, has a drop a pain involved,you better believe
88 cocaine it solves, now the dope came in charge yup
I see my niggaz for what they really are,what we really are
The dicks we really are, let it rain

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
It has been long fights like this
Long days ,long nights nights like this
Im wishing for rain. Nothing but the wind ever came
Little girls with they skirt up, the world's getting worser
Man i twirled through the world in a roaster
Twirling the smoke up, I be so high
Shit a week goes by, i still think the week just started
Man weed still sparking,still in tune with the street man
He still sparking, go ahead nigga leap feel frogish
These streets I harnish, my peeps my partners
Cam,jim,zeek my sponsors. black, griz,snags my monstrous
Paper, drugs, twin my archor. Robs,40,doe,guard
Bus, train and go hard. let it rain

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
This is a story,about a young boy wishin for glory
Rap, riches and glory. some people i'll love to share it with
Yea my people my thugs i'll share it with.
You cant eat through this love im dealing with
You cant see through this love im dealing with
You cant be through or eat through this love im dealing with
Its real im feeling it my niggaz. cats plan on killing it
Rats real im realing it all men like fishermen
Say(hey hey hey baby)
Drive sticks while sticking em, young chicks im dicking em
All down and yea they all down
But why it got to be like this, why every girl I meet got to be like this
Let it rain

[Chorus]

Let it rain
Im just siiting here
Wishing it would rain
Im just sitting here waiting for the rain

(feat. Jim Jones)

[Intro: Juelz Santana]
For lovin me girl
Just wanna thank you
Look at what you can do man
Free I like this shit right here man
Girl c'mon
Let's do it like this
Santana's so focused on you
Come holla at a boy that's focused on you

[Juelz Santana]
Shorty I ain't tryin to give you the run around
I'm just tryin to come get you a run around
Skip through a couple towns
Maybe skip through a couple rounds
If your man act dumb I'ma shut him down
I'm sorta a long distance brother
Long checks,long chips, long dick and rubber
Come roll with a pimp or gangsta
Hustler by nature
Trust that I'll take ya
I'll show you the rules and perimeters
Show you how to move with the ooze how to handle it
Show you how to cut loose soon as we scramble it
On the block as soon as the moon it be scramblin'
And you can be my down ass bitch
Yeah baby that's for sure
I'm a show you how package raw
How to snap it on
How to take trips with the package on
How to go and come back with the package gone
Just stacks of cash beyond

[Chorus: Juelz + Jones]
And ya'll nigaz betta cuff ya girls
Cuz Santana and jones is runnin up the girls (Yeah)
No game just fuck your girls
But who am I to corrupt the world? (Yeah)

Give her pounds, give her pies, giver her cake
Hit a town, hit a city, hit a state
Every club, every party, we fly
Bagging bitches every party and high

[Jim Jones]
Please believe Jimmy Jizzie's the truth
Every where I go to brezies I'm true
Man they tell me that I over does it
You need to slow up you over thugging (So What)
But the hoes slugging in the open public
I smoke like fuck it, I just roll up puffing
Now they roll up fucking
Take two totes and love it
Yeah yeah plus my bitches swear
I'm like Richard Gere, put them in my coup moving fast switching gears
Get it crystal clear
Stay crispy to the fit in every kick I wear
She was feeling my gangsta (gangsta) summer time And1 jeans my tank top
I'm on the scene with the dice like banks stock get money man (yeah uh)
Baby girl I'm a player with pass ball
Moving fast hundred grand on the black fall
Please love get your feet up off my dads velour
This is cash droor we gonna clash course

[Chorus: Juelz + Jones]
And ya'll nigaz betta cuff ya girls
Cuz Santana and Jones is runnin up the girls (Yeah)
No game just fuck your girls
But who am I to corrupt the world? (Yeah)

Give her pounds, give her pies, giver her cake
Hit a town, hit a city, hit a state
Every club, every party, we fly

I've been feeling dry baby
Trying to hold back this feeling for so long
And if you feel like I feel baby
C'mon ohhhh c'mon lets get it on

[Lil Boy]
Let's Get It On Nigga

Aww man, lets get it on man, santana you on ya own man
Hold the set down, okay they ready, they wanna get it on, we can get it on
Lets do it man.Dipset,ya know got a lot of shit man
Got these bastards man,lets do it

Ya niggaz is dealin with a "G" from the block
Yea its me from the block,quick to tell a nigga(lets get it on)
But I dont really like to beef on the block,that brings heat to the block
I got to eat on the block nigga
Ya dealin wit a pimp from the hood, keep a chick from the hood
Quick to tell her ey(lets get it on), C'mon, lets go
Im tryin to do it so ey(lets get it on)
Im 1 hell of a guy, fly fella can fly, like scarface, 1 hell of a hi shit
1 hell of a ride that I drive, 23's look like propellers on side
Who stuntin like me, who frontin like me.
Who did it,who get it,who done it like me, you!
Who wishin,who frontin,who want it from me, you!
Come get it,you want it and its nuttin to me, and you!
Chumps already know how it feel,
When it comes to the pump and the steel, its like(lets get it on)
You know what these wild boys toot
Tie em up with the cowboy rope so(lets get it on)
Lets get it on ya(imma get it)(lets go baby)(lets get it on)
Hey ma,bag that ass up,look ya back almost crashed up so(lets get it on)
(thats love baby)(thats love right there)(hit em 1 more time)
Man you dudes can get it, thats my word
To the slang on my houston fitted.
I send rockets at you dudes and midgets
Send cock up in you goose and pigeons so(lets get it on)
I know you like that mama,I'll be right back mama so(lets get it on)
Yea do you believe me,dont you believe me,wont you believe me
So come(lets get it on)
On any given sunday or any given monday. we headed up the runway
Uptown yea we headed up a one way, her head is in my lap
So I let her do her one thing. she was jamaican
So i fed her bread and dumplings,veggie pads and rum cake
Told her(lets get it on), said she was 18 and lived crazy just like me
Eighties baby jus like me so(lets get it on)(eighties baby huh)
(get it on then)hey baby you know what your boy holds all night
Long pipe,long strokes(lets get it on)I got it so you right ma listen
Hey ma,roll with the winners and I aint talkin dinner, im like(lets get it on)
(told you man, we can get it on)(matter fact,lets get it 1 more time santana)
Man I roll through,stroll through,flag on the ride side of my whole crew
screaming
(lets get it on)they'll get you,they'll twist you,they'll split ya whols body in
half
Then dismiss you like(lets get it on)
But im lookin for a bad lil mama,get mad like her papa,got an ass like her mama
Got her own woom,ass for a dolar,go half on a scama and I laugh when I holla
Yea(go half)(thats love baby)(yea dats love)(lets get it on)
Hey baby,the ride on this chrome,just provide us with dome so(lets get it on)
(thats love baby)(thats love)(yea thats love baby)
You must be used to me spendin.nope(lets get it on)not tonight nope(thats love
baby)
It dont cost nothing its free(freebie)(lets get it on)
Hey ma if you give good brain,you'll get ya dipset chain
(lets get it on)(you know thats like 20,000)(thats love baby)
(you know thats for nothing)lights out,nothing to fight bout, got the pipe out
So(lets get it on)(its the only thing to do)(thats love baby)(I mean its only
right)
(lets get it on,owwwwww baby)(lets get it on)(thats love baby)(lets get it

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