JUICE

What it do? Ooh

Tobe, what it do baby? (On God)

Tobe Bryant (I got the juice)

Me, I'm Paul Wall Frazier (on God, I got the juice)

Nell, what it do? (I got the juice)

Sam Canell (I got the juice)

Lanell Sprewell (like I pushed Bishop off the roof)

Ay, ay, ay, ay (I got the juice)

(Like I pushed Bishop off the roof)

It's that Paul Walrus, I got a lot of monikers

Fresh from Santa Monica gettin' blowed like harmonicas

That smoke got me harmonious, I'm so gone like Monica

Blowin' Backwoods only, the only papers is Houston Chronicles

A Hall of Fame hustler, voted unanimous and anonymous

But boys be actin' animus 'cause my presence is rather ominous

Not to mention my pockets are fat as a obese hippopotamus

I avoid hate like obstacles, talkin' down is so monotonous

Them boys couldn't see me through they oculus with binoculars

I'm still the people's champ, yeah my pseudonym is synonymous

I like to stack up lots of bucks while you chasin' after octopus

I'm married to the game so it's easy to be monogamous

I'm never fallin' off, the mere notion is preposterous

Still In my prime like optimus, used to pop trunk at Metropolis

The grind is rather arduous but I ain't stoppin' 'til the apocalypse

'Cause I do it for my family, not the likes nor the followers

Paul Wallaby

On God, I got the juice

On God, I got the juice

I got the juice like I pushed Bishop off the roof

I-i-i got the juice like I pushed Bishop off the roof

I hit up Paul and told him that I want gold in my mouth

So when I speak, all day shine off in my teeth, light up nouns

That's a person, place or thing, swear I'm diverse in ways I bring

Bales of manna with country grammar, sweet as a tangerine

I follow a Nazarene but I still might paint the Hyundai candy

'Cause I'm modest but be honest, I got more sauce than shrimp scampi

I go ape, I go chimpanzee on every beat that they hand me

I've been branded as the man who gon' handle my hood advancement

Out the slum, I ain't dumb, I know you plotters be peepin'

But my head down and my arms cover my paper, it ain't no cheatin'

I'm eatin' plus I got all the flavor, I'm lowkey seasoning

Woe are those who willingly done gave their heart to hoes

I was told by the G code that that's fleeting

On God, I was broke for over thirty seasons

Now me and Fat in our thirties 'bout to be in Norway

Like some melinated Norwegians

If a rapper stiff as me, he prolly ain't breathing

That's rigor mortis, I hope y'all absorb this, flow gorgeous

How I'm teaching

Flow freezing, I'm the coldest in my region

Y'all decent but if I'm critiquing, y'all feces

It ain't nothing personal, lies kill

And if I die tomorrow, my wife and my whole hood know I'm real

On God, I got the juice (too real)

On God, I got the juice (true and real, trill)

I got the juice like I pushed Bishop off the roof (they talkin' 'bout? Juiced up)

I-i-i got the juice like I pushed Bishop off the roof (ay juiced up, got all the juice)

I'm still breakin' boys off from the North to the South

I got gold in my grill, I got diamonds in my mouth

I'm still breakin' boys off from the North to the South

I got gold in my grill, I got diamonds in my mouth

No toll tag, I still stunt hard on the feeder

With a baby in the backseat and a bad mamacita

Block bleeder, stackin' Keebler, God bless me, I'm a sneezer

Shakin' off haters like seizures, countin' paper in my leisure

Flow water, Aquafina, nah, I'm lyin', that's acidic

I spit Fiji but if need be, I'm a ocean like Pacific

My slab look like an exhibit, all the boppers want to visit

My interior's butter biscuits, I'm the greatest to be specific

Dog, that's explicit, hella vivid but my flow magic like a wizard

I'm with Paul, hell, all we need is a color-changing lizard

Now hold up Tobe, that's expensive, that's my brother though, no tension

Matter fact, go tag Chamillionaire in my mentions, let's get it

On God