Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): R Brito, Gregory Omar Green, Seon Thomas, Barry White, Laron James
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Juelz SantanaSqualie Lyrics:
Yeah, uh ohh, c'mon, c'mon
Roll wit me, it's Santana
I'd like to welcome y'all to the great
Fuck wit ya boy, once again, Zeke
Now I got more than my swagger back
Listen here homie, Mr. Mick Jagger's back
Uh oh, young Zab of rap, only difference is
This Judah will shoot ya, then get back to rappin'
Traffin' crack threw half an' Hampton
Make stacks an' stacks an' that's a fact, man
Y'all can't fuck wit me
Baby girl, I drag my nuts for free comfortably
An' ya know I got my pimpin' together
Got my game, got my cain, got my limpin' together
Shit, bitch, you better get your switchin' together
'Cuz this back hand will get you together, hope you know that
An' sometime I can't believe my niggaz
Still in all, I'll give it all just to feed my niggaz
Eat, don't stop homie, breathe my niggaz
I need y'all more than y'all ever need me, my niggaz
This is for all my niggaz on the block that's pumpin'
I think the cops is comin', Squalie
All my homies on the block with somethin'
Hold it down, I think the cops is comin', Squalie
For all my chicks on the strip that switch
Be easy, I think the cops is comin', Squalie
All my ladies who boost for higher
Prada, Gucci attire, watch who's behind ya, Squalie
Yo, we livin' the life of loca vida, coke an' cheever
Driveby, blow smoke on the policia
Like fuck 'em, I got no love for Squalie
But I'm tired of runnin' from Squalie
Duckin' from Squalie, shit
An' we ain't do nothin' to Squalie
It's payback, we buckin' at Squalie
No more gettin' searched, frisked for nothin' by Squalie
Hey, so sell ya pack, sell ya cracks like when Dickens was near
Juelz Santana Dickens is here, yea
Yea, so Zeke is ya rollin' with me?
This the theme song, homie, fuck the police
We back at it, our crack habit is that drastic
Measures, we taken em', make 'em, we'll clap at ya
Peel off on dirt bikes an' raptors
Squirt pipes at bastards, y'all can't fuck wit me
This is for all my niggaz on the block that's pumpin'
I think the cops is comin', Squalie
All my homies on the block with somethin'
Hold it down, I think the cops is comin', Squalie
For all my chicks on the strip that switch
Be easy, I think the cops is comin', Squalie
All my ladies who boost for higher
Prada, Gucci attire, watch who's behind ya, Squalie
Hey ma, it's J.R. an' L's, it ain't hard to tell
We da niggaz in Maury an' Karl Lagerfeld
Wit that hard to sell that ain't hard to sell
An' a gun that'll hit you from far as Hell
You quick to flash, we'll whip yo' ass
Couple shots hit your glass, dip shit, ya whip will crash
I got the sickest past, stay skippin' class, pitchin' hash
All day, stood there flippin' halves
When I heard, "Squalie", I dished an' dashed
Ditched the hash, park, neutral, first gear, hit the gas
Now we rich with cash an' when I hear, "Squalie"
I sit an' laugh, dawg, you kiss his ass
Cooked more caine, push off dames
While you dumb niggaz stand there an' look all lame
I done popped an' took off chains
Now Ivory dump ice on me like my team won a football game
This is for all my niggaz on the block that's pumpin'
I think the cops is comin', Squalie
All my homies on the block with somethin'
Hold it down, I think the cops is comin', Squalie
For all my chicks on the strip that switch
Be easy, I think the cops is comin', Squalie
All my ladies who boost for higher
Prada, Gucci attire, watch who's behind ya, Squalie
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