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