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lirik lagu sol lacore - 1992 juice

intro

hanging out da roof, we be

(verse 1)

lately i been flyer then a pelican it’s evidence

this double cup is mix and lace wit medicine

i’m savage

you could never play me like a b-tch

put the flame to da gas keep it lit

hit his block wit da stick

you can feel drop when it kick

wit da chop took his top off his sh-t

need a mop in dis b-tch

wait

i got pine wood you can can you smell it like da rock in dis b-tch

hunned shots in dis clip

sloss city dog

make a call

my familia strap for da trip

stale face blue strips yeah

7 and 11 g-ssed up full tank

hollering who dat like a saint

i been tweaking off a plank yea

bama raised a thug

but my second home is cali

im connected to da plug

they gone show ah n-gga love yea

sloss slummin sol

imma dog press pause on ya life

wit a slug

snuck da yikki in da club yea

(chorus)

yeen got da juice like dis

yo round hunned proof like dis

stick and move like dis wait

hang out da roof wit ya b-tch

got da stock for the tool wit

da kit

cup dirty like diana sippen

i was phening for a fix

slime drippen off da brim lean spillen on da kicks

new drip

they can’t even keep me in da pot

to dope

b-tch i’m thuggin till rot yea

(bridge)

out of control do dis for all of my woes

this ain’t as high as we go

stick to da code

if you switch you a hoe

make us fill up and go

fill up and

(verse 2)

2 l’s out da o

got me laughing out loud

biih dats all to da face and i ain’t p-ss nun round

you was strap he sn-tched ya chain and yeen blast no rounds

n-gga try dat sh-t wit me b-tch um tear some down

and imma keep my mouth sealed like how we bagged dem pounds

b-tch l we gone slide on yo -ss yeen gotta flag us down on

n-gga please make you freeze playing tagg wit dem rounds

i’m so high b-tch i’m so up

it ain’t no dragging me down

kop a ticket wrap and flip it

keep it solid i ain’t snitching

i be full of purp liquor

still don’t cloud a n-gga vision

got anthrax inna back pack

bout to flip dat to bout 6 racks

had a flash back bout a back track

i den been there like f-ck dat

where da weed at where my cup at

n-gga we be where da drugs at

keep solid for n-ggas kuz we all dat we got

we tryna kop a foreign hunk da h-rn and pull off da lot

still in traffic wit a bundle of dem strips in a knot