*featuring J.R. Writer
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Yea uh-ooo!! (Come on, come on)
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Roll wit me, its santana
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I'd like to welcome y'all (yea) to the great
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Fuck wit ya boy!(Once again) Zeke!
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[Juelz Santana]
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now I got more than my swagger back
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listen here homie
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Mr. Mick Jaggers back (uh-oo)
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young Zab of rap
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only difference is this Judah
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will shoot ya, then get back to rappin'
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traffin' crack threw half and Hampton
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make stacks and stacks and thats a fact man
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y'all cant fuck wit me
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baby girl I drag my nuts for free
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comfortably
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and ya know I got my pimpin together
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got my game, got my cain, got my limpin'
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together, shit bitch you better get your
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switchin' together cuz this back-hand
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will get you together, hope you know that
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and sometime I cant belive my niggaz
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still in all, I'll give it all just to feed my
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niggaz, eat, dont stop homie breathe my niggaz
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I need y'all more than y'all ever need me my niggaz
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[Hook]
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this is for all my niggaz on the block thats pumpin'
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I think the cops is comin' - Squalie!
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all my homies on the block with somethin'
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hold it down I think the cops is comin' - Squalie!
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for all my chicks on the strip that switch
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be easy, I think the cops is comin' - Squalie!
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all my ladies who boost for higher
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Prada, Gucci attire watch whos behind ya! Squalie
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[Juelz]
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Yo we livin' the life of
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loca-vida, coke and cheever
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drive-by blow smoke on the policia
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like fuck em! I got no love for em
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Squalie! but I'm tired of runnin' from
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Squalie! duckin' from Squalie!
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shit and we ain't do nothin to Squalie!
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its pay-back we buckin at Squalie!
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no more gettin searched, frisked for
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nothin by Squalie! Hey so sell ya pack
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sell ya crack like when dickens was near
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Juelz Santana Dickens is here yea
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Yea so Zeke is ya rollin' with me
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this the theme song homie fuck the police!
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we back at it, our crack habit is that drastic
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measures we taken em', maken we'll clap at ya
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peel off on dirt bikes and raptors
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squirt pipes at bastards y'all cant fuck wit me!
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[Hook]
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[J.R. Writer]
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Hey ma, its J.R. and L's
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it ain't hard to tell
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we da niggaz in we da niggaz in Maury and car alarm da fell wit that hard to sell
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that ain't hard to sell
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and a gun that'll hit you from far as hell
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u quick to flash, we'll whip yo' ass
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couple shots hit your glass
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Dip-shit ya whip will crash
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I got the sickest past
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stay skippin' class, pitchin' Hash
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all day, stood there
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flippin' halves
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when I heard,Squalie!
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I dished and dashed
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ditched the hash
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park, neutral, first gear
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hit the gas, now we rich with cash
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and when I hear Squalie!
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I sit and laugh, dawg you kiss his ass
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cooked more caine, push off dames
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while you dumb niggaz stand there
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and look all lame
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I done popped and took off chains
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now Ivory dump ice on me like my team
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won a football game!
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Squalie
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| Juelz Santana |
