Roll that dough, pour that drink
Finger to the sky give a damn of what you think
Tell 'em I got the juice
I got the juice yeah
Your bitch is gon' choose yeah
I'mma fuck her and I'mma giver her the yeah
Cup already yellow I'mma pour it up
You a real nigga, you already know wassup
and Irene, I only smoke or Irene
It's the purp with the lean hey
TGOD, shout out to my nigga AD
You made it on your own that reminds me of me
Still screaming all out Pushaz Ink
Loyal to my niggas 'till I P.I.P
I brought 20 pistols and a whole lot of ammo
Ever since I could remember we been choppin' out the bando
Nigga with it too
If he got a issue somebody better tell 'em that I got the juice
Tell 'em I got the Juice
Look, wait a minute
Tell 'em I got the Juice (Westside Compton nigga!)
Look, By the way
Tell 'em I got the Juice
Look, wait a minute
Tell 'em I got the Juice
By the way
How many hoes wanna suck this dick?
4 tours, 6 months now I'm so damn rich
You niggas dead if you want just 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 now you lookin' a little sober
Three chains, big wrist, new car bricks
Plus I just bought for my bitch
If she ever catch me then it might be a pop-up
Till the end I'mma keep heating like polar
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
Tell 'em I got the juice
More juice than the average
Fuck how you feel bitch I'm ready savage
Left wrist rollin', right wrist
I got the juice, I got the juice
This is the remix, I'm on that team shit
I got more juice it's so shame that you niggas
To think you can see this
Tropicana-tropicana
We gon' get it poppin' from LA to Atlanta
Bitches wanna bang I ain't takin' bandanas