Squalie

<br>juelz talking:<br>uh-ooo!!<br>roll wit me, its santana<br>yea I`d like to welcome yall to the great<br>fuck wit ya boy! freekey!<br><br>juelz santana<br>verse 1:<br> <br>now I got more than my swagger back<br>listen here homie <br>Mr. Majaggers back (uh-oo)<br>young Zab of rap<br>only difference is this Judah<br>will shoot ya, then get back to rappin`<br>traffin` crack threw half and happenins`<br>make stacks and stacks and thats a fact man<br>yall cant fuck wit me <br>baby girl would grab my nuts for free<br>comfortably<br>now I got more than my pimpin together<br>got my game, got my cain, got my limpin`<br>together, shit bitch you better get your<br>switchin` together cuz this back-hand<br>will get you together, hope you know that<br>and sometimes I cant belive my niggas<br>but in all, I`ll give it all just to feed my<br>niggas, eat, dont stop homie breathe my niggas<br>I need yall more than yall ever need me my niggas<br><br>hook: <br><br>this is for all my niggas on the block <br>thats pumpin`<br>I think the cops is comin`<br>squalie!<br>all my niggas on the block with somethin`<br>hold it down I think the cops is comin`<br>squalie!<br>yea all my chicks on the strip that switch<br>be easy, I think the cops is comin`<br>squalie!<br>all my ladies that boost for higher<br>Prada, Gucci attire watch whos behind ya!<br><br>Juelz Santana<br>verse 2:<br><br>Yo we livin` the life of<br>loca-vida, coke and cheever <br>drive-by blow smoke on the policia<br>like fuck em! I got no love for em<br>Squalie! but I`m tired of runnin` from <br>Squalie! duckin` from Squalie!<br>shit and we aint do nothin to Squalie!<br>its pay-back we bustin at Squalie!<br>no more gettin serched, frisked for <br>nothin by Squalie! so sell ya crack,<br>sell ya smack like the dickens premire<br>Juelz Santana Dickens is here yea,<br>so Freekey you rollin` with me,<br>this the theme song homie fuck the police!<br>we back at it, or crack habit is that drastic<br>measures we taken em`, u faken we`ll clap at ya<br>peel off on dirt bikes and raptors,<br>squirt pipes at bastards yall cant fuck wit me!<br><br>hook<br><br>J.R. Writer<br>verse 3:<br><br>Hey ma, its J.R. and L`s<br>it aint hard to tell<br>we them niggas in...(?)<br>wit that hard to sell<br>that aint hard to sell<br>and a gun thatll hit you from far as hell<br>u quick to flash , well whip yo` ass<br>couple shots hit your glass<br>dip-shit your whip will crash<br>I got the sickest past<br>stay skippin` class, pitchin` Hash<br>all day I stood there<br>flippin` halves<br>when I heard ,Squalie!<br>I dished and dashed<br>ditched the hash<br>park, neutral, first gear <br>hit the gas, now we rich with cash<br>and when I hear Squalie!<br>I sit and laugh, dawg you kiss his ass,<br>cooked more caine, pushed off dames<br>while you dumb niggas stand there<br>and look all lame<br>I done popped and took off chains<br>now Ivory dump ice on me like my team<br>won a football game!