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Juelz Santana
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Squalie
作詞:R Brito, Gregory Omar Green, Laron James, Seon Thomas, Barry White
Yeah, uh ohh, c'mon, c'mon Roll wit me, it's Santana I'd like to welcome y'all to the great Fuck wit ya boy, once again, Zeke
Now I got more than my swagger back Listen here homie, Mr. Mick Jagger's back Uh oh, young Zab of rap, only difference is This Judah will shoot ya, then get back to rappin'
Traffin' crack threw half an' Hampton Make stacks an' stacks an' that's a fact, man Y'all can't fuck wit me Baby girl, I drag my nuts for free comfortably
An' 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
An' sometime I can't believe my niggaz Still in all, I'll give it all just to feed my niggaz Eat, don't stop homie, breathe my niggaz I need y'all more than y'all ever need me, my niggaz
This is for all my niggaz on the block that's 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 who's behind ya, Squalie
Yo, we livin' the life of loca vida, coke an' cheever Driveby, blow smoke on the policia Like fuck 'em, I got no love for Squalie But I'm tired of runnin' from Squalie
Duckin' from Squalie, shit An' we ain't do nothin' to Squalie It's payback, we buckin' at Squalie No more gettin' searched, frisked for nothin' by Squalie
Hey, so sell ya pack, sell ya cracks like when Dickens was near Juelz Santana Dickens is here, yea 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 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', make 'em, we'll clap at ya Peel off on dirt bikes an' raptors Squirt pipes at bastards, y'all can't fuck wit me
This is for all my niggaz on the block that's 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 who's behind ya, Squalie
Hey ma, it's J.R. an' L's, it ain't hard to tell We da niggaz in Maury an' Karl Lagerfeld Wit that hard to sell that ain't hard to sell An' a gun that'll hit you from far as Hell
You 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 an' dashed Ditched the hash, park, neutral, first gear, hit the gas Now we rich with cash an' when I hear, 'Squalie' I sit an' laugh, dawg, you kiss his ass
Cooked more caine, push off dames While you dumb niggaz stand there an' look all lame I done popped an' took off chains Now Ivory dump ice on me like my team won a football game
This is for all my niggaz on the block that's 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 who's behind ya, Squalie
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