Juice (remix) Lyrics - Singles - Ad

Roll that dough, pour that drink 

Fingers to the sky give a damn what you think 

Tell 'em I got the juice 

I got the juice, yeah 

From Adams all the way out to the Spruce, yeah 

The bitches gon' choose, yeah 

I'ma fuck her and I'ma give her the boot, yeah 

Purple, red and yellow, I'ma pour it up 

You a real nigga, you already know what's up 

Louis and Irene, I only smoke Louis or Irene 

Mix the Perc with the lean, hey 

TGOD, shout out to my nigga, AD 

You made it on your own that reminds me of me 

Still screaming all out Pushaz Ink 

Loyal to my niggas 'til I B.I.P 

I brought 20 pistols and a whole lot of ammo 

Ever since I could remember we been trappin' out the bando 

Nigga with it too 

If he got a issue somebody better tell 'em 

Nigga, that I got the juice 

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AD, I got the juice like Pac, blood 

Five hundred gangs in LA can't nobody stop blood 

Nigga with the shit yeah, fuck you bitch, yeah 

Let a nigga slip yeah, full clip, yeah 

I got the juice yeah Minute Maid man 

I got the juice yeah, lemonade stand 

Get a spray can, hit up on the walls my nigga 

Won't shit move in my city unless I'm involved my nigga 

Grocery bags, I got the juice by the way 

Organic shit, I eat the fruit out Jhené 

When she scared of a gangsta when he tipsy 

I feel like Meek, the first time he fucked Nicki 

Photos 

Tell 'em I got the Juice 

Look, wait a minute 

Tell 'em I got the Juice (Westside Compton nigga!) 

Look, By the way 

Tell 'em I got the Juice 

Look, wait a minute 

Tell 'em I got the Juice 

By the way 

God damn! 

I told 'em I would get it 

Niggas they didn't listen and Juice took over the city 

Ain't heard your songs in a minute, can turn the channel you'll hear it 

No major, I'm independent, you falling off or you finished 

Bet you that it hurts when you look youself in the mirror 

The man now feelin' like Michael Jack in a spirit 

I'm flying Virgin Jet, got tired of coaching with Spirit 

Have The Game in the kitchen go Compton is mine nigga 

YG he keep it funky, got Bompton on line nigga 

We have come this far, you out of your mind nigga 

The future of the Coast, I'm out of my time nigga 

Now how many hoes wanna suck this dick? 

4 tours, 6 months now I'm so damn rich 

Gotta talk that crap, gotta walk that walk 

Try to pull up, then my gun gon' pop 

You niggas dead if you want this bread 

Got it on lock but I don't got dreads 

I'm the man in the city, double O with a chauffeur 

Had a little buz now you lookin' real sober 

Three chains, big wrist, new car move bricks 

Plus, I just bought a mansion that I'm hiding from my bitch 

If she ever catch me then it might be a pop-up 

Till then I'mma keep eating like Palu 

Black on the wall, billboard charts 

Hundred millions views I will never loose 

Tell 'em I got the Juice 

Look, wait a minute 

Tell 'em I got the Juice 

By the way 

Tell 'em I got the Juice 

Look, wait a minute 

Tell 'em I got the Juice 

By the way 

(Ah, Woo 

HBK, yeah you know how we...) 

Smell it, let me inhale it, I'm stuffing bands in embelishments 

Swagger jacking repellent, I bag the swag up and sell it 

I woke up this morning, had thirty missed calls 

Bitches tryna get my dick out my Supreme drawers 

Know if the team involved, know it's some green involved 

Know if you need a hit we them niggas you need to call 

I'm a rich city nigga like Calvin T 

Cool as AC, got juice like AD 

Self made millionare, the money don't make me 

Time to go 18, I'm drinking that 18 

If you ever had a question who was who 

Ask the Bay about Su, bet they tell you that I got the juice 

More juice than the average 

Fuck how you feel bitch I'm going Randy Savage 

Left wrist Rolex, right wrist karats 

Jiggy with my cup I got more colors than a parrot 

I got the juice, I got the juice 

Jumped out that Benz and I hopped in a coupe 

Hopped out that coupe then I jumped in a wraith 

Shout out my nigga, he just beat the case 

This is the remix, I'm on that T shit 

I got more juice it's a shame that you niggas still think you can see this 

Tropicana-tropicana 

We gon' get it poppin' from LA to Atlanta 

Bitches wanna bang I ain't talkin' bandanas 

I'm just here to set the standards 

Lil nigga 

Tell 'em I got the juice