Juicy J - 1995 (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Juicy J - 1995 (en) Lyrics
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Play me some pimpin' mane, yeah
Higher than a motherfucker, dawg
What's up with Logic?
What's good, man?
We blessed
What Juicy say? He be like,
"Shut the fuck up!"
That's it? Haha (Yeah, yeah)
Whippin' through West Deer Park
Lookin' for scandalous shorties,
only come out after dark
Hit the homie Slaydro for
some shit we could spark
Skippin' school, feelin' cool,
we did not give a fuck
Huh, was never one for the academics
But knew the everyday struggle
Avada Kedavra to all you Muggles
My lane different, too sufficient,
my brain different
I'm ill though, fifteen, mastered
the skill though
Since I was working at the supermarket
Every week, another new department
'Til I signed my deal with Def
Jam in a new apartment
Always wanna change with the times
Number one best seller
on the New York Times
But my childhood was riddled with crime,
widdled the rhyme, now I shine
I'm Tarantino in his prime, I'm
Jules with the Jerry curl
I'm nothin' without rap like
the swine without the pearl
I'm dirty like fuckin' your girl just
to son you, I'ma cum in your girl
Thought you was gonna make it
as a rapper with no Plan B
I'm so successful, most
people can't stand me
Only thing I don't have
is a fuckin' Grammy
Yeah, but you know that boy nominated
Go ultra Travolta and
watch me dominate it
Catch me whippin' through the
'Basas in that Bronco
Logic go blanco, huh, bumpin'
that Pretty Flacko
RattPack come hither, wherever I go
Just a youngin' on his
come up tryna make it
'Til the baddest bitch in the world
tannin' by my pool naked
So to the youngin' on his come up listening,
boy, you could make it
Whippin' through Gaithersburg,
whippin' through West Deer
Whippin' through Germantown,
whippin' through Rockville
Whippin' through, whippin' through,
whippin', whippin', wh-whippin'
Whippin' through North Memphis
back in 1995 (Five)
Screamin', "Mafia!" had my
city hypnotized ('Tized)
Gulf Stream 30,000 feet
up in the sky (Sky)
Dabbin' off her titties,
goddamn, time flies
Whippin' through north Memphis
back in 1995 (Five)
Gulf Stream 30,000 feet up in the sky
Dabbin' off her titties, goddamn,
time flies (Woo)
Young niggas, we was gettin' paid,
runnin' the game like arcade
Lil' nigga, Juicy been made, fuckin'
your mama back stage
I was getting mine in the streets,
some of y'all never came outside
And I'm still spendin' that
paper back from 1995
Bwok, bwok, chicken, chicken
Bwok, bwok, chicken heads
Bwok, bwok (Gonna take
the time to say-)
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