letra de juice (monumintal live) - tobe nwigwe
[intro: tobe nwigwe]
come on, let’s do it
on god, i got the juice
on god, i got the juice
i got the juice, i got the juice like i pushed bishop off the roof
i got the juice, i got the juice like i pushed bishop off the roof
ayy, if y’all cool, welcome to the stage the one and only
legendary paul wall
[verse 1: paul wall]
it’s that paul walrus, i got a lot of monikers
fresh from santa monica gettin’ blowed like harmonicas
that smoke got me harmonious, i’m so gone like monica
blowin’ backwoods only, the only papers is houston chronicles
a hall of fame hustler, votеd unanimous and anonymous
but boys be actin’ animus ’cause my presеnce is rather ominous
not to mention my pockets are fat as a obese hippopotamus
i avoid hate like obstacles, talkin’ down is so monotonous
them boys couldn’t see me through they oculus with binoculars
i’m still the people’s champ, yeah my pseudonym is synonymous
i like to stack up lots of bucks while you chasin’ after octopus
i’m married to the game so it’s easy to be monogamous
i’m never fallin’ off, the mere notion is preposterous
still in my prime like optimus, used to pop trunk at metropolis
the grind is rather arduous but i ain’t stoppin’ ’til the apocalypse
’cause i do it for my family, not the likes nor the followers
paul wallaby
[chorus: tobe nwigwe]
on god, i got the juice
on god, let me hear you say, i got the juice
i got the juice like i pushed bishop off the roof
i-i-i got the juice like i pushed bishop off the roof
[verse 2: tobe nwigwe]
i hit up paul and told him that i want gold in my mouth
so when i speak, all day shine off in my t–th, light up nouns
that’s a person, place or thing, swear i’m diverse in ways i bring
bales of manna with country grammar, sweet as a tangerine
i follow a nazarene but i still might paint the hyundai candy
’cause i’m modest but be honest, i got more sauce than shrimp scampi
i go ape, i go chimpanzee on every beat that they hand me
i’ve been branded as the man who gon’ handle my hood advancement
out the slum, i ain’t dumb, i know you plotters be peepin’
but my head down and my arms cover my paper, it ain’t no cheatin’
i’m eatin’ plus i got all the flavor, i’m lowkey seasoning
woe are those who willingly done gave their heart to hoes
i was told by the g code that that’s fleeting
on god, i was broke for over thirty seasons
now me and fat in our thirties ’bout to be in norway
like some melanated norwegians
if a rapper stiff as me, he prolly ain’t breathing
that’s rigor mortis, i hope y’all absorb this, flow gorgeous
how i’m teaching
flow freezing, i’m the coldest in my region
y’all decent but if i’m critiquing, y’all feces
it ain’t nothing personal, lies k!ll
and if i die tomorrow, my wife and my whole city know i’m real
[chorus: tobe nwigwe & paul wall]
on god, i got the juice (too real)
on god, let me hear you say, i got the juice (true and real, trill)
i got the juice like i pushed bishop off the roof
i-i-i got the juice like i pushed bishop off the roof (aye juiced up, got all the juice)
[bridge: paul wall & tobe nwigwe]
i’m still breakin’ boys off from the north to the south
i got gold in my grill, i got diamonds in my mouth
i’m still breakin’ boys off from the north to the south
i got gold in my grill, i got diamonds in my mouth
[outro: tobe nwigwe]
that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
-cheering-
make some noise for paul wall
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