squalie lyrics – juelz santana

(feat. jr writer)

yea uh-ooo!! (come on, come on)
roll wit me, its santana
i’d like to welcome y’all (yea) to the great
f*ck wit ya boy!(once again) zeke!

[juelz santana]
now i got more than my swagger back
listen here homie
mr. mick jaggers back (uh-oo)
young zab of rap
only difference is this judah
will shoot ya, then get back to rappin’
traffin’ crack threw half and hampton
make stacks and stacks and thats a fact man
y’all cant f*ck wit me
baby girl i drag my nuts for free
and ya know i got my pimpin together
got my game, got my cain, got my limpin’
together, sh*t b*tch you better get your
switchin’ together cuz this back-hand
will get you together, hope you know that
and sometime i cant belive my n*gg*z
still in all, i’ll give it all just to feed my
n*gg*z, eat, dont stop homie breathe my n*gg*z
i need y’all more than y’all ever need me my n*gg*z

this is for all my n*gg*z on the block thats 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 whos behind ya! squalie

yo we livin’ the life of
loca-vida, c*ke and cheever
drive-by blow smoke on the policia
like f*ck em! i got no love for em
squalie! but i’m tired of runnin’ from
squalie! duckin’ from squalie!
sh*t and we ain’t do nothin to squalie!
its pay-back we buckin at squalie!
no more gettin searched, frisked for
nothin by squalie! hey so sell ya pack
sell ya crack like when d*ckens was near
juelz santana d*ckens is here yea
yea so zeke is ya rollin’ with me
this the theme song homie f*ck the police!
we back at it, our crack habit is that drastic
measures we taken em’, maken we’ll clap at ya
peel off on dirt bikes and raptors
squirt pipes at b*st*rds y’all cant f*ck wit me!


[jr writer]
hey ma, its jr and l’s
it ain’t hard to tell
we da n*gg*z in we da n*gg*z in maury and car alarm da fell wit that hard to sell
that ain’t hard to sell
and a gun that’ll hit you from far as h*ll
u quick to flash , we’ll whip yo’ *ss
couple shots h*t your gl*ss
dip-sh*t ya whip will crash
i got the sickest past
stay skippin’ cl*ss, pitchin’ hash
all day, stood there
flippin’ halves
when i heard ,squalie!
i dished and dashed
ditched the hash
park, neutral, first gear
hit the gas, now we rich with cash
and when i hear squalie!
i sit and laugh, dawg you kiss his *ss
cooked more caine, push off dames
while you dumb n*gg*z stand there
and look all lame
i done popped and took off chains
now ivory dump ice on me like my team
won a football game!

/ juelz santana lyrics