Ces Cru - Juice lyrics
rate me(Feat. Tech N9ne)
Give me, give me, give me the juice
Give me, give me, give me, give me the juice
Give me
Another day in life,
no time for play, I'm tryin' to cake,
high stakes, survival increasing my fire rate
eyes dilated, aim my sight fly straight
if I ever want, my record to see the light of day
I'ma find a way, weight of the world need a lift
if you carry bags, I know we gun need a tip,
you're free to give, my man, but I don't need a disc,
with the grip a tracks, it's really, nothing for me to skip,
we the creed of a better, breathing you never read it
since you never see us n thats, if n you ever see us,
my nemesis.. why you be in the (?) (Avenida?),
I'll be see insights sippin on somethin' with senoritas,
pro political peace, let em read,
whether Palestinian, Israeli or Lebanese ,
be hold the horse, I'm pale as I'll ever be
I'm tryin to catch some while I'm sailin the 7 seas
I, float my friends, scuttle my enemies
and we're constant-ly in a struggle for energy,
I rock steadily in the spot ready or not
pushin my pro-nouns for plenty plenty a pop,
I'm getting guap my man I got plans
to cop land away, and lay in the hot sand,
Under the ledge and I'm, playin my (Roxanne?),
another dollar another day in the rock band,
it's juice.
Give me, give me, give me the juice
Give me, give me, give me the juice
Crawlin out of the casket, awoke from madness,
I've been in the media feeding off the sadness,
if any enemy come right and then..
he ready for arm and get it now wait him that's it
I've been in the back bitch, braggin the sight kicks
surprise they realize the size of my dick,
they blog and criticize the lines of my shit.
just try to..I ain't alone you right dick,
but give me a stretcher and oxygen mass, oxygen bags
boxes slim fast, I lose the way, got a lot to get pass,
for all that hate I'm about to get cash
I ain't got chain yet, you're hearing the same ..
can say that I'm lucky I made it out of the train reck,
want me to spit it up motherf*cker ready to play check
it's gotta be here, steady upon on the name check,
I saw in the Paris I'm in the paint they ain't ready got straight 7.
they ain't in my life, they ain't steady it's like me and Jason
using the same shady, so raw I'm delirious nigga but ain't ready
it don't matter I don't chatter it all the guard to new,
got it from a new kind of law catalogue
the instinct is that.. every dog,
who might have been good and that good but got it all
that's juice.
Give me, give me, give me the juice
Give me, give me, give me the juice
Waking the mob, shaking the fuck,
got a pig that make us..,
..breaking they were sayin' they could..
taking they ain't in the place of..the guts
..erasing the cup.. today that I'm ..
..bad luck, might be .. dead for life
he let but might be ..
bright and I'll wait for the night
..and I like..wanna straight and I see the..
innovated I fight, I might incinerate I might
..when I ride they see
it's over, it's all of a soldier
chose to be colder and ..
post to be over but flows, give me bolder,
..never hold a nigga, give me juice.
Bitch!
Give me, give me, give me the juice
Give me, give me, give me the juice
