Представляем точный текст композиции "J.U.I.C.E." и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Juice . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «J.U.I.C.E.» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Juice передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Juice - "J.U.I.C.E."
Lyrics to J.U.I.C.E. : Yeah, Ah, Lab Techs, man Hey man Whats up' You got to get these niggaz man We will They dont know like I know Ah-ha, J U, Thats me, ICE Huh, Lab Teks [Verse 1] Im from C H I C A to the GO Sipping on courvosier, what up Rio Niggaz cant try to see J, with Miss Cleo J flow Y3K, J neo Every bar I drop is penetentary steel Every car I rock represent me on the real It aint hard to hop in the Bentleys or DeVilles No gimmicks, Im multy, simply through the skill J, I distribute my own CD Fuck you, this is a tribute to only me And my clique nigga, CONGLOMERATE You predesigned with it, but I redefine lyrics So open up your eyes, read the signs and hear it The treyll leave you niggaz with leaky minds and spirits Lay these niggaz flat like matresses Understand where Im at with this This is J.. [Chorus] J, a nigga packing trey all day, is like U, must understand what I do nigga I, represent the CHI CE, them niggaz aint fucking with me [x2] [Verse 2] Better watch me, Ill show you what floss mean Or you can get your mouth blown off like soft scheme These skills are trinitron, 16s are effortless Success we been upon, the hood is still repping us You night like dinner time, for anyone approaching us Fuckin with the pentagon, you think we just some vocalists This is a rap rennaisance, Im magnificent Slugs are past stitches, Im lifes antifisist J, got the right man ripping it My cD dissappear like Soundscan is sniffing it JU, slash ICE period Debut, slash raps 3D lyricist Drug supplier, these thugs are liers LAb Teks spit the flame, Im in love with the fire Thug attire, like Im lapping in the tunnel Im downtown niggaz, six-oh, six-one-oh [Chorus x2] [Verse 3] If you want a little piece, Ill give you a little piece Ill set this motherfucker off like the middle east And let it jump, I stay calm as a reverend I used to walk through the valley, like sons 27 The bomb when I step in the club Comfy like Saddam with the weapon, its love These niggaz fall down and they never get up Nigga, you cant buy a vowel now, the three letters is up J, Im left brain, hard to explain Im worse than 9/11 when the jets came worse than John Rocker at Mets games Cocking the tek, aim and blast Hop in the Lex, range ang gas And they wonder why Im angry at These lil niggaz in the CHI wearing Yankee hats You Chicago nigga, you cant be that You aint number one Joe, you aint T-Mac Nigga, dont claim Brooklyn, dont do that When you niggaz come home, we dont want you back This is 312, all pimps in it Fall through, all blue, still creeping it CONGLOM, pimps in it, the hood dont get us We cant stop crooking, yall fiends wont let us Do the math, what does one minus one equal A bad situation for your people Holla.. [Chorus x2] [ J.U.I.C.E. Lyrics ]
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