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[Chorus:]

Ziploc bag of kush, double cup full of drink
I’m get so damn trippy in my mind I go blank
The top ten get high rappers number one is my rank
You say no to drugs , Juicy J can't

We trippy men

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I feel like I'm the Wade cause I got some new Heat
I ain't buying shit in the store I'm buying mine off the street
Desert Eagle sticking out the wriggle
Ready to blow your ass off right in front of people

[Pre-Hook]
2015 the year of the trippy niggas

Keep hustlin' bruh, mhm
Never give up (you know it)
Keep gettin' paper...
It's hard times, niggas be loosin' they mind
Out here merking other niggas because they lost they shine
My old man told me "these the last days"
Errbody tryna get money at a fast pace
At any rate, my enemy ain't necessary

Треклист:
01 - Pimptro
02 - North, North Pt. 2 [feat. Project Pat]
03 - Who Da Buckest [feat. La Chat, Project Pat, Frayser Boy]
04 - Gimme Head [feat. La Chat, Frayser Boy]
05 - Pimp Talk
06 - Like A Pimp [feat. La Chat]
07 - Killa Klan [feat. Crunchy Black, Lord Infamous]

[Hook: The Weekend]
Fast life livin'
Yeah, we still tippin'
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
On the lean poppin' rose with a kush blunt
With a bitch, ass fat, see it from the front

Man these streets are dangerous, mane
Better go get your gun license while you can
Got niggas killin' niggas, cops killin' niggas
neighbors killin' niggas,domestic violence, that shit crazy
"Remorse for what? You people have done everything in the world to me
Doesn't that give me equal right?
I can do anything I want to you people
At anytime I want to because that's what you've done to me

Ayo Scrim, Ruby, this shit is suicide crazy
What's in your fanny pack
What's in your fanny pack
What's in your fanny pack
What's in your fanny pack
What's in your fanny pack
What's in your fanny pack
Hunnid bands in a fanny pack, hunnid grams in a fanny pack

Theeeeese Hooooooes
Payed for everybody
Passed 'em all arround
They at every party
They ain't gon be loyal
Not for anybody
Still I love these hoes

Yes I’m smoking weed always pussy
Let's go
I’m ridin with that package so I gotta stay strapped
Yes sir
I ain’t tryna catch that pack so I gotta stay strapped
No sir
With two nines to your chest, we gon call you Warren Sapp
For you rats that’s tryna take cheese from the trap

Треклист:
01 - Hustle Till I Die [feat. V Slash]
02 - 30 Inches [feat. Gucci Mane, Project Pat]
03 - Fiyayaya Weed [feat. Project Pat]
04 - North Memphis Like Me [feat. V Slash]
05 - My Niggaz
06 - Ghost Dope
07 - Violent

chorus
my mansion is on 40 acres
who da neighbors
call me brain from the lakers
that ass paper
call me brain from the lakers
that ass paper
call me brain from the lakers

She my good luck, she must be my lucky charm
When she not around, got me blowin' her up, like she a bomb
I wrap her in my arms
And we touch tongues
Lil momma real bad, but she don't mean no harm
She my lucky charm
She my lucky charm
I keep her by my side, cause she my lucky charm

[Hook]

If you niggas got problems
Say it to my face, to my face
Say it to my face
If you niggas got problems
Say it to my face
If its beef up in the streets then

[Hook]
They comin' through yo shit
This is serious
Niggas must be thinkin' Juicy J ain't that nigga rich
I will pay a nigga 20 racks to kick your kitchen in
Anybody wanna see you dead
You know they pitchin' in
Niggas violate I let them goons deal wit ya

One of those, it's gonna be one of those nights
One of those, it's gonna be one of those nights
Weed blowing, champagne pouring
Got that weed blowing, champagne pouring

Pounds of weed, sour d
That medical for my allergies
In the hotel with your girl

Back then hoes didn't want me
Now I'm hot, hoes all on me

Back then hoes didn't want me
Now I'm hot, hoes all on me
(They don't know nothin' else)
Back then hoes didn't want me
Now I'm hot, hoes all on me

I ride in a rolls with bulletproof doors
one call to my goons they invade your home
I’m out here get money I take care my business
new rangs on, two chains on
I’m rounding round and give it
nigga I hear bumpin guns like we ain’t gonna get em
nigga think we’re playing games till we catch them slippin
get that tag on your toe hope your catch can fix you

Yeah, we high as a junt up in this motherfucker
I'm drinkin some fruit punch; thats belvedere vodka and cranberry juice
YouknowwhatI'msayin? The engineer high, everybody highhhhhhhhhhh
[Chorus 4x]
Smoke, smoke, smoke dat weed
Smoke, smoke, smoke dat weed
Drank, Drank, drank that liquor
Pop them pills, snort that P

[Intro: Juicy J]
Yo, too damn high

[Hook: Juicy J] (x2)
This OG Kush, what I'm smokin' nigga
Put the fire to a hater, and smoke a nigga
I pull them whips out, and I'm smokin' nigga
You think you hot as me, hold on, you must be smokin' nigga

Man I got that Og, keep the switching on me
Bra I hope you know me, I 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, the number one feel popper
I will take your chick and make the... work for your dick
Plus... know they have a... fill

Bullet holes lickin’, people ain’t beeping,
Four five in my drugs, got a nigger leaning
Juicy J busy and my four, five singing
When that hobo of the nigger’s ears be ringing.
Gangsta nigger doing gangsta shit,
She ain’t set a nigger up, that’s right, I got a gangsta baby.
My young nigger’s starving and you love it like a barney
Shooting out of range and you look like the target

Niggas talkin shit they got us fucked up
Nigga where im from nobody feel tha stuff
Well bust a nigga head till tha white meat
And we dont give a fuck nigga
Call tha police (x2)

You been a bitch my nigga
Why tha fuck you talkin shit

Damn Davis
Drop that bitch

We can't smoke no mo', we can't smoke no mo'
We can't smoke no mo' (yeah), we can't smoke no mo'
Please don't pour no mo', please don't pour no mo'
Please don't, please don't, please don't
Please don't, please don't pour no mo' (yeah)

911 Emergency?
(Yeah can you please send rescue?)
(I think I'm having an overdose and so is my wife)
Overdose of what?
(Marijuana, Marijuana, Marijuana)
Play me some pimpin' man
(Just flame up the weed)
(Just flame up the weed)

[Hook] (Repeat)
My mansion sittin' on 40 acres
Who da neighbors?
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers
Now that's paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers
Now that's paper

Chorus
My mansion is on 40 acres
Who da neighbors
Call me brain from the lakers
That ass paper
Call me brain from the lakers
That ass paper
(repeat)