[Intro: Regina & Kamai, Gangsta Boo, Lil E & Lex Luger]
Kamai, what's dad his rapper name? Juicy J
Ma-ma-mask to my fuckin' face, I'm fiendin' to increase my high
Full of that fuckin' funk and ink and syrup, yeah, that's the shit
Ma-ma-mask to my fuckin' face I'm fiendin' to increase my high
Yeah, I'm back with another one
Lex Luger, Juicy J, Trap-A-Holics, we in this bitch
Full of that fuckin' funk and ink and syrup, yeah, that's the shit
[Chorus: Juicy J]
I smoke a ounce like a dub
I ain't measuring no drank, nigga, pour that lil' shit up
They know my name in the bank I always snatch at least a dub
I change a bitch life just for one night in the club
(Lex Luger)
[Verse: Juicy J]
Back in this bitch, don't tweakin' get clapped in this bitch
You drink, we got act' in this bitch. you smokin' on pack in this bitch
I bought the Maybach in this bitch, we back in the back of this bitch
Glock .9, I patch out your shit, we come to snatch out your shit
You better take what you able to take, the weed green and purple like grapes
You heard a Pineapple Express, well, this is the purple escape
My bitch got the perfect lil' shape, the police don't get in her way
I move with more accurate weight, got divas like back in the day
Burnin' Exotic juicy chronic, them bitches know it's me
I was gettin' money from this music when it was on CD
I gotta stay clean on these niggas like I got OCD
Chopper hit his ass make him sing just like Jodeci
Wanna do some drugs then I'm the one who you want to see
Couple of them addys, couple of them Percs, yeah, that's enough for me
Drinkin' like vampires, lemon pepper my head fried
Lost so much life to these streets, thank God, he spared mine
Look at me different they look at Juicy the different
Sugar high done run up a million while smokin', drinkin' and chillin'
Got so much glass in this penthouse, go from the floor to the ceilin'
You niggas savin' these hoes, you niggas hoarding women
You know I sit at the table, I'm still on board with this pimpin'
That Louis scarf for my face, that's not for covid I'm drippin'
Got them blue faces I'm crippin', I'm sippin' drink like it's Lipton
Guess they startin' to sense that I'm from a different dimension
Come through clutch with the quickness, it ain't no clutch on my pimpin'
Don't put no spot on my name, got a million dollars worth of game
I pay them to bust up your brain, they have to bust in this plane
I get disgusted with niggas you broke boys should be ashamed
Kamai, what's dad his rapper name? Juicy J
Ma-ma-mask to my fuckin' face, I'm fiendin' to increase my high
Full of that fuckin' funk and ink and syrup, yeah, that's the shit
Ma-ma-mask to my fuckin' face I'm fiendin' to increase my high
Yeah, I'm back with another one
Lex Luger, Juicy J, Trap-A-Holics, we in this bitch
Full of that fuckin' funk and ink and syrup, yeah, that's the shit
[Chorus: Juicy J]
I smoke a ounce like a dub
I ain't measuring no drank, nigga, pour that lil' shit up
They know my name in the bank I always snatch at least a dub
I change a bitch life just for one night in the club
(Lex Luger)
[Verse: Juicy J]
Back in this bitch, don't tweakin' get clapped in this bitch
You drink, we got act' in this bitch. you smokin' on pack in this bitch
I bought the Maybach in this bitch, we back in the back of this bitch
Glock .9, I patch out your shit, we come to snatch out your shit
You better take what you able to take, the weed green and purple like grapes
You heard a Pineapple Express, well, this is the purple escape
My bitch got the perfect lil' shape, the police don't get in her way
I move with more accurate weight, got divas like back in the day
Burnin' Exotic juicy chronic, them bitches know it's me
I was gettin' money from this music when it was on CD
I gotta stay clean on these niggas like I got OCD
Chopper hit his ass make him sing just like Jodeci
Wanna do some drugs then I'm the one who you want to see
Couple of them addys, couple of them Percs, yeah, that's enough for me
Drinkin' like vampires, lemon pepper my head fried
Lost so much life to these streets, thank God, he spared mine
Look at me different they look at Juicy the different
Sugar high done run up a million while smokin', drinkin' and chillin'
Got so much glass in this penthouse, go from the floor to the ceilin'
You niggas savin' these hoes, you niggas hoarding women
You know I sit at the table, I'm still on board with this pimpin'
That Louis scarf for my face, that's not for covid I'm drippin'
Got them blue faces I'm crippin', I'm sippin' drink like it's Lipton
Guess they startin' to sense that I'm from a different dimension
Come through clutch with the quickness, it ain't no clutch on my pimpin'
Don't put no spot on my name, got a million dollars worth of game
I pay them to bust up your brain, they have to bust in this plane
I get disgusted with niggas you broke boys should be ashamed
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