Juice (Remix) (Explicit)

Juice (Remix) - AD/Sorry Jaynari/Ty Dolla $ign (泰·朵拉·尚)/The Game (Jayceon)

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 juice