Juice (Remix) - AD/Sorry Jaynari/Ty Dolla $ign/The Game
Roll that dough pour that drink
Fingers to the sky give a d*mn what you think
I got the juice yeah
From Adams all the way out to the spruce yeah
The b*tches gon' choose yeah
I'ma f**k her and I'ma give her the boot yeah
Purple red and yellow I'ma pour it up
You a real ni**a 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 ni**a 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
Ni**a with it too
If he got a issue somebody better tell 'em
Ni**a that I got the juice
Ad I got the juice like pac blood
Five hundred gangs in la can't nobody stop blood
Ni**a with the sh*t yeah f**k you b*tch yeah
Let a ni**a 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 ni**a
Won't sh*t move in my city unless
I'm involved my ni**a
Grocery bags I got the juice by the way
Organic sh*t I eat the fruit out jhené
When she scared of a gangsta when he tipsy
I feel like meek the first time he
F**ked nicki
Tell 'em I got the juice
Look wait a minute
Tell 'em I got the juice westside
Compton ni**a
Look
By the way
By the way
By the way
Tell 'em I got the juice
Look wait a minute
Tell 'em I got the juice
By the way
By the way
By the way
God d*mn
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
Grab the rock and I pivot want war
Whippin' with lyrics
Have the game in the kitchen go
Compton is mine ni**a
Yg he keep it funky got bompton on
Line ni**a
We have come this far you out of
Your mind ni**a
The future of the coast I'm out of
My time ni**a
Now how many hoes wanna suck this d*ck
4 tours 6 months now I'm so d*mn 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 b*tch
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
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
B*tches tryna get my d*ck 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 ni**a 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
F**k how you feel b*tch
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 ni**a he
Just beat the case
This is the remix I'm on that t sh*t
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
B*tches wanna bang I ain't talkin' bandanas
I'm just here to set the standards
Lil ni**a
Tell 'em I got the ju
Juice (Remix) - AD/Sorry Jaynari/Ty Dolla $ign/The Game
Roll that dough pour that drink
Fingers to the sky give a d*mn what you think
I got the juice yeah
From Adams all the way out to the spruce yeah
The b*tches gon' choose yeah
I'ma f**k her and I'ma give her the boot yeah
Purple red and yellow I'ma pour it up
You a real ni**a 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 ni**a 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
Ni**a with it too
If he got a issue somebody better tell 'em
Ni**a that I got the juice
Ad I got the juice like pac blood
Five hundred gangs in la can't nobody stop blood
Ni**a with the sh*t yeah f**k you b*tch yeah
Let a ni**a 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 ni**a
Won't sh*t move in my city unless
I'm involved my ni**a
Grocery bags I got the juice by the way
Organic sh*t I eat the fruit out jhené
When she scared of a gangsta when he tipsy
I feel like meek the first time he
F**ked nicki
Tell 'em I got the juice
Look wait a minute
Tell 'em I got the juice westside
Compton ni**a
Look
By the way
By the way
By the way
Tell 'em I got the juice
Look wait a minute
Tell 'em I got the juice
By the way
By the way
By the way
God d*mn
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
Grab the rock and I pivot want war
Whippin' with lyrics
Have the game in the kitchen go
Compton is mine ni**a
Yg he keep it funky got bompton on
Line ni**a
We have come this far you out of
Your mind ni**a
The future of the coast I'm out of
My time ni**a
Now how many hoes wanna suck this d*ck
4 tours 6 months now I'm so d*mn 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 b*tch
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
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
B*tches tryna get my d*ck 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 ni**a 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
F**k how you feel b*tch
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 ni**a he
Just beat the case
This is the remix I'm on that t sh*t
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
B*tches wanna bang I ain't talkin' bandanas
I'm just here to set the standards
Lil ni**a
Tell 'em I got the ju