JUICE Tobe Nwigwe (Ft. Paul Wall)

[Intro: Paul Wall & Tobe Nwigwe]
What it do
Ouu
Tobe, what it do baby?
On God, I got the juice
Tobe Bryant
Me, I'm Paul Wall Frazier
On God, I got the juice
I got the juice, I got the juice like I pushed Bishop off the roof
Nell, what it do?
Sam Canell
Lanell Sprewell
Aye, aye, aye, aye

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
It's that Paul Walrus, I got a lot of monikers
Fresh from Santa Monica gettin' blowed like harmonicas
That smoke got me harmonious, I'm so gone like Monica
Blowin' backwoods only, the only papers is Houston Chronicles
A Hall of Fame hustler, voted unanimous and anonymous
But boys be actin' animus 'cause my presence is rather ominous
Not to mention my pockets are fat as a obese hippopotamus
I avoid hate like obstacles, talkin' down is so monotonous
Them boys couldn't see me through they oculus with binoculars
I'm still the people's champ, yeah my pseudonym is synonymous
I like to stack up lots of bucks while you chasin' after octopus
I'm married to the game so it's easy to be monogamous
I'm never fallin' off, the mere notion is preposterous
Still In my prime like optimus, used to pop trunk at Metropolis
The grind is rather arduous but I ain't stoppin' 'til the apocalypse
'Cause I do it for my family, not the likes nor the followers
Paul Wallaby