Lyrics:

juelz talking:

uh-ooo!!

roll wit me, its santana

yea I'd like to welcome yall to the great

fuck wit ya boy! freekey!



juelz santana

verse 1:



now I got more than my swagger back

listen here homie

Mr. Majaggers 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 happenins'

make stacks and stacks and thats a fact man

yall cant fuck wit me

baby girl would grab my nuts for free

comfortably

now I got more than 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

and sometimes I cant belive my niggas

but in all, I'll give it all just to feed my

niggas, eat, dont stop homie breathe my niggas

I need yall more than yall ever need me my niggas



hook:



this is for all my niggas on the block

thats pumpin'

I think the cops is comin'

squalie!

all my niggas on the block with somethin'

hold it down I think the cops is comin'

squalie!

yea all my chicks on the strip that switch

be easy, I think the cops is comin'

squalie!

all my ladies that boost for higher

Prada, Gucci attire watch whos behind ya!



Juelz Santana

verse 2:



Yo we livin' the life of

loca-vida, coke and cheever

drive-by blow smoke on the policia

like fuck em! I got no love for em

Squalie! but I'm tired of runnin' from

Squalie! duckin' from Squalie!

shit and we aint do nothin to Squalie!

its pay-back we bustin at Squalie!

no more gettin serched, frisked for

nothin by Squalie! so sell ya crack,

sell ya smack like the dickens premire

Juelz Santana Dickens is here yea,

so Freekey you rollin' with me,

this the theme song homie fuck the police!

we back at it, or crack habit is that drastic

measures we taken em', u faken we'll clap at ya

peel off on dirt bikes and raptors,

squirt pipes at bastards yall cant fuck wit me!



hook



J.R. Writer

verse 3:



Hey ma, its J.R. and L's

it aint hard to tell

we them niggas in...(?)

wit that hard to sell

that aint hard to sell

and a gun thatll hit you from far as hell

u quick to flash , well whip yo' ass

couple shots hit your glass

dip-shit your whip will crash

I got the sickest past

stay skippin' class, pitchin' Hash

all day I 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 ass,

cooked more caine, pushed off dames

while you dumb niggas 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!