Текст песни Ask Juicy J (Juicy J) с переводом

I pay money for a shooter

Double if he catch you in ya sleep

Lil nigga only like 5'3 but the clip on the K hang down to his knees

Poor ol me got hittas on lease

Meanwhile I don’t care nothing but the beat

I just paid way too much for a brand new car and the roof playin Hide & Go Seek

A feature’s out the question I don’t care bout the Cheese

I don’t give a shit or piss about the hottest MC

You niggas ain’t real as I thought y’all be

I was naive shame on me

You can get stomped barking up my tree

My niggas is my niggas even when we disagree

Between you and I, I can still let it fly with the bricks but I chose to take

an absence of leave

Money money money yeah I got it on my mind

I answer all calls when a dollars on the line

My homie in the wheelchair thought his homeboy had his back til that same nigga

shot em in his spine

100K for me to scribble on the dotted line

Now a nigga shopping one album at a time

I bought a red dot told me gon kill the game doing everything I can do not let

em down

What use is the truth if you like it watered down

Bitch its the trap not a mutha fuckin lounge

Niggas at the steps when the smell the food cookin

When its time to go hunt they nowhere to be found

Mutha fuckin clowns but I don’t worry about it

3 ring circus 4 rings on the Audi

Grow my beard out double clip on the chopper

Wrap the flag around my head bitch I’m strapped like a saudi talk to em

(Juicy J)

Man these niggas don’t understand real life my nigga. you know what I’m sayin?

These niggas still living with they mamma mane. be all… Be all on Instagram

and snapchat and shit. Like they got jewelry, they got money and shit and

living with they mutha fuckin mamma mane. You know what I’m sayin? and have to.

.and have to ask another nigga «Aye bruh loan me some money man.

««Bruh I’m tryna get my car. ju…"Nigga fuck that!

I tell all these broke ass, petty ass niggas, SHUT THE FUCK UUUP!

What he said

My am I tired

Watching Zoey broke got me mighty inspired

40 in my draws and the clip poking out of my shirt like the pegs on a bicycle

tire

Fletch in the feds and his baby mamma wise

Tell em hold his head he’ll be home in no time

Answer every call, every time, anytime, it’s the least I can do shit I’m on the

outside

Here stands the truth in a room full of lies

But you can’t pull me out like I’m wearing a disguise

Cause these niggas so fake and it looks so good

Got ya lil silly ass rappin flying blind

Nah I can’t see worth shit but thats fine

Reflex scope nigga I can hit a dime from like 75 yards

Going down wind, eh might take me like 2 or 3 times

I remember mamma had to go put in that lay away singing 3 babies no daddy still

made the way

Now I’m trying pay her back with money that I made today

Finally I’m not afraid imma leave a paper trace

All my brothas hold me down like ankle weights

I got yo bitch in my living room hanging drapes

Either I’m too lazy or these windows too big

House empty like I moved in yesterday

I mean its furnished but I’m too busy to decorate

I’m not even in the kitchen I don’t miss the cake

I’m in my garage with my blueprints drawn

In this mutha fucka tryna plan a prison break

I’m the man for the job not a minute late

I’m just out here getting to that money I’m not in a race

Snappin in this bitch like we still playin pencil break

Only thing worse than empty pockets is an empty safe

Talk to em

Juicy J

Don’t trip mane, this shit crazy mane cuz you know in this game mane,

niggas out here be wanting you to feed them and shit

You know what im sayin?

Like they some mutha fuckin ally cat or something nigga

You know what im saying?

Like a dog or something mane

Mane like, niggas need to get out here and get they own shit

You know what, you feel me Trip?

You know what im saying man like

Niggas.niggas ain’t like us man

Niggas dont know how to hustle

You know what im sayin stack they bread

Niggas be spending all they money on some ol stripper bitch

Say that

I’m a few hundred short to get a Maybach but my driveway still lookin like a

race track

Neighborhood watch I got 20 something guns nigga run in my home- hear «bad boy take that»

I suggest that you pray that, that you make it out alive

30 shot 12 gauge bitch if I miss once I get 29 more tries

Now back to the dough

Its been a long time since a nigga been broke

Shit I can’t remember last time I seen a roach

Actually… it really wasn’t long ago

But point is I grind like a never had shit

Scratch that I grind like I don’t have shit

I did a lot of ignorant shit back then

Shoulda coulda woulda I don’t live in past tense

Fly as superman if he came from the hood

Now if only I could use these powers for good

But I ain’t got nothing for a nigga but a slug

I’m all over my cream like I’m pouring hot fudge

Holy fucks! Gouly! Gotham! Batman Just pulled up with a plug

Slingin that poison ivy, he be like fuck

Laughing like the joker to the bank keep countin up

I can’t let you count for us then I be fuckin up

And that’s no fun

She like, «Baby that sucks. Where is the trust?»

I’m like, «In my kids' trust fund»

Ain’t I conceded my pockets stay hungry and i got to feed em

My family depends on me, I gotta lead em

So I get the money and then I repeat it and then I repeat it

Juicy J

We gon keep on grindin