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Тут найдется любой текст песни: Исполнитель: Ces Cru
Песня: Juice (feat. Tech N9ne)
Добавил: Гость
Ces Cru – Juice (feat. Tech N9ne) 0Give me, give me, give me, give me the juice (Verse 1: Ubiquitous) Another day in life, no time for play I'm tryin' to cake, High stakes survival, increasing my fire rate Eyes dilated, ain't my sight fly straight If I ever want my record to see the light of day I'mma find a way, way of the world need a lift If you carry bags I know we gon' need a tip, You're free to give a man but I don't need a disk,it Put the grip a track, it's really nothing for me to skip, We the creed of a better, breathing you never read Since you never see it so that's if you ever see us, My nemesis, why you being the Ebenezer, I’ll be seen in sight sippin on somethin' with senoritas, Pro political peace, let em read with the Palestine in this Really a Lebanese, be hold the horse appealing to ever be I'm tryin to catch some while I'm sailing the seven seas I float my friends, scuttle my enemies and we're constantly In the struggle for energy, I rock steadily in the spot ready or not Push em a pro now so plenty plenty a pop, I'm getting guap my man I got plans to cop land away, lay in in the hot sand, I know the ??, playin my Roxanne, Another dollar another day in the rock band, It's juice. (Hook) Give me, give me, give me the juice Give me, give me, give me the juice (Verse 2: Godemis) Crawling out of the casket, I walk for madness, I've been in the media feeding off the sadness, If any enemy coming rattling massive He ready for Armageddon now wet him in acid I've been in the back bitch, playing the sidekick Surprise they realize the size of my dick, They blog and criticize the lines of my shit. Just straddle up on it, ?? you ride dick, Better give him a stretcher and oxygen mass, oxygen bags Box and slim fast, I lose gain weight, got a lot to get pass, For all that hate I'm about to get cash I ain't got chain yet, you're hearing the same vet Can say that I'm lucky I made it out of a train wreck, Want me to speed it up motherfucker it ain't Tech It's Godemis, idiots steady upon on the name check, I ?? appearance I'm in the paint They ain't ready I spray 7 They ain't in my life, they ain't steady It's like me and Jason Using the same 'chete, so raw I'm delirious nigga but ain't Eddy It don't matter I don't chatter in all regard to new, Got the insight of an old catalogue The instinct is that every old rabid dog, Who might have been good on that day but he got it all That's juice. (Hook) Give me, give me, give me the juice Give me, give me, give me the juice (Verse 3: Tech N9ne) Wakin him up, shakin the fuck Outta Pagans that are mating fornicatin With hatin sick lust Eatin bloody steak and bacon with Satan They can abrup-tly be taken by Yates in them Plates and displayin his guts Amazing to us sleknov raisin them cupped hands To lay in the blade today who bathed in a blood bath look Might behead ya psyches dead for life he bled But Ike said to knife these Negras Bright ran away from the night I'm a sinner Hate my inner light when I stray see the fright, I generate I, innovate in the fight I'mma incinerate a mic Men obey, when I write they disintegrate It's over, soul of a soldier Chose to be cold and overload ya with vulgar Sposed to be old but the flows gettin bolder And hoes lose they clothes never holdin they composure That's juice. Bitch! (Hook) Give me, give me, give me the juice Give me, give me, give me the juice |
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