grew up lived my life and died I've been mentally crucified I live in a pit of snakes I wake up petrified with the shakes I'm back, back on the juice
Translation: Backyard Babies. Back On The Juice.
come on, come on Come on, I like it, like it Come on, come on, come on I like it, like it [Na-na-na] come on Come on, I like it, like it Come on, come
I believe This is real So take a chance And don't ever look back Don't ever look back We drove to Cali And got drunk on the beach Got a motel and Built
shake it in them jeans Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, throw your hands up Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up You know what it is, girl, we back up in this
back, hey Always had my back, hey Marijuana had my back, yeah Always had my back, yeah Always had my back, hey Always had my back, hey Marijuana had my back, my back
out of the Phantom The people go screamin? like a opera anthem I did it before, I?d do it again I got it to blow, got it to spin Flies before, cool as the wind Got hits go back like juice
-like tactics, tongue gymnastics Good head make ya eyes ROLL BACK '12 on the track so you can't HOLD BACK Hot bread and butter, peach and cream (come on
pa I'm tired of niggas hating on a muthafucka Let's take it to the next millennium on these bitches You got to keep bubblin' on 'em Platinum doublin' on
Ringling Brothers If you wanna learn something, bring your mothers Sit back and observe, invite some friends We can mix it all up, like juice and gin Felli on
back about to do a stick Tell me where you at I will be there in 10 seconds flat You know I got your back I'll be there just in time to counteract
niggas is lames When I did it you know I done it da best Sit back and just hold ya breath, just hold ya breath They say da blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
cure hold up, low packs like I got cancer choking on them white boys make a black panther love my women with high heels and high standards and only cheat on
serious task Niga didn't know what happend Didn't have time to ask Back on the streets after five and a deuce Seven years later but still had the juice
Crip dance HOOK : This ain't RNB, this is Gangsta Rap, Bitches get smacked, bustas get jacked, Front if you want you get lay on your back It's about
Yeah, 1993, I'm back motherfucker, this is Ice T Got my nigga Ice Cube in the motherfuckin' house Yeah, up here in the ammo dump studios I got my Nigga
We boned down Vernon, made right on Normandie Left on Florence, gettin' through the E.T.G.'s Spun out on Vermont, made a left on Colden Right on Hoover