[Songtext zu „Represent“]
[Intro: Juicy J]
Yes, sir
Your boy Juicy J in the buildin', mane
Memphis, Tenn', we global, mane
Shut the fuck up
Simes got that secret sauce
[Hook: Project Pat & Juicy J]
Represent it to the max (Yeah)
Through the streets of the hood (Uh-huh)
Represent it to the max (Yeah)
Through the streets of the hood (Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, represent)
Re-represent it to the max
Through the streets of the hood (Your boy Juicy J)
Represent it to the max (Yeah)
Through the streets of the hood, re-re— (Shut the fuck up, yeah, yeah)
[Part 1: Juicy J]
Both my lungs full of broccoli (Broccoli)
And I keep the stick like hibachi (Hibachi)
Your flag red, his flag blue
My flag covered in Versace (Versace)
North Memphis nigga with my thumbs up high (High)
In my hood where the sun don't shine (Shine)
I ain't seen a homie in two or three years
But if I call him right now, he gon' come slide (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
Young niggas out here playin' with the blocks (The blocks)
I ain't talkin' LEGOs (No, sir)
Nigga ain't even got a bank account (No)
But the young nigga got a Draco (Uh-huh)
Twist your fingers up, throw your sign in they face (Face)
Show a motherfucker what you reppin' (North)
Won't dial 9-1-1 in the hood
We dial 3-5-7 (North, north)
.223s, bustin' AR-15s (15s)
Before we even turn fifteen ('Teen)
Trap shit all we know (Know)
This street shit run in our genes (Nigga)
Hustle went through my DNA ('NA)
Gettin' these chips like Frito-Lay (Lay, Lay)
Come through here doin' all that cappin'
You gon' fuck around, be DOA
[Intro: Juicy J]
Yes, sir
Your boy Juicy J in the buildin', mane
Memphis, Tenn', we global, mane
Shut the fuck up
Simes got that secret sauce
[Hook: Project Pat & Juicy J]
Represent it to the max (Yeah)
Through the streets of the hood (Uh-huh)
Represent it to the max (Yeah)
Through the streets of the hood (Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, represent)
Re-represent it to the max
Through the streets of the hood (Your boy Juicy J)
Represent it to the max (Yeah)
Through the streets of the hood, re-re— (Shut the fuck up, yeah, yeah)
[Part 1: Juicy J]
Both my lungs full of broccoli (Broccoli)
And I keep the stick like hibachi (Hibachi)
Your flag red, his flag blue
My flag covered in Versace (Versace)
North Memphis nigga with my thumbs up high (High)
In my hood where the sun don't shine (Shine)
I ain't seen a homie in two or three years
But if I call him right now, he gon' come slide (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
Young niggas out here playin' with the blocks (The blocks)
I ain't talkin' LEGOs (No, sir)
Nigga ain't even got a bank account (No)
But the young nigga got a Draco (Uh-huh)
Twist your fingers up, throw your sign in they face (Face)
Show a motherfucker what you reppin' (North)
Won't dial 9-1-1 in the hood
We dial 3-5-7 (North, north)
.223s, bustin' AR-15s (15s)
Before we even turn fifteen ('Teen)
Trap shit all we know (Know)
This street shit run in our genes (Nigga)
Hustle went through my DNA ('NA)
Gettin' these chips like Frito-Lay (Lay, Lay)
Come through here doin' all that cappin'
You gon' fuck around, be DOA
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