Squalie Lyrics - J.r. Writer

Yea uh-ooo!! (Come on, come on) 

Roll wit me, its santana 

I'd like to welcome y'all (yea) to the great 

Fuck wit ya boy!(Once again) Zeke! 

now I got more than my swagger back 

listen here homie 

Mr. Mick Jaggers back (uh-oo) 

young Zab of rap 

only difference is this Judah 

will shoot ya, then get back to rappin' 

traffin' crack threw half and Hampton 

make stacks and stacks and thats a fact man 

y'all cant fuck wit me 

baby girl I drag my nuts for free 

comfortably 

and 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 

and sometime I cant belive my niggaz 

still in all, I'll give it all just to feed my 

niggaz, eat, dont stop homie breathe my niggaz 

I need y'all more than y'all ever need me my niggaz 

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this is for all my niggaz on the block thats 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 whos behind ya! Squalie 

Yo we livin' the life of 

loca-vida, coke and cheever 

drive-by blow smoke on the policia 

like fuck em! I got no love for em 

Squalie! but I'm tired of runnin' from 

Squalie! duckin' from Squalie! 

shit and we ain't do nothin to Squalie! 

its pay-back we buckin at Squalie! 

no more gettin searched, frisked for 

nothin by Squalie! Hey so sell ya pack 

sell ya crack like when dickens was near 

Juelz Santana Dickens is here yea 

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', maken we'll clap at ya 

peel off on dirt bikes and raptors 

squirt pipes at bastards y'all cant fuck wit me! 

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Hey ma, its J.R. and L's 

it ain't hard to tell 

we da niggaz in we da niggaz in Maury and car alarm da fell wit that hard to sell 

that ain't hard to sell 

and a gun that'll hit you from far as hell 

u 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 and dashed 

ditched the hash 

park, neutral, first gear 

hit the gas, now we rich with cash 

and when I hear Squalie! 

I sit and laugh, dawg you kiss his ass 

cooked more caine, push off dames 

while you dumb niggaz stand there 

and look all lame 

I done popped and took off chains 

now Ivory dump ice on me like my team 

won a football game!