[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Now I'm gonna tell you bout this flippin
When I ride down the strippin
Bentley rolls on these hoes
Couple months a nigga be flippin
And you always see me glistenin
Window down bumpin system
Some of these cowards out here hatin
Keep on hatin cause I aint finished
Just a nigga from the hood
Tryin to keep it to the good
Wit dem gangs run the street
And they push dem Cadillac woods
And dem fellas on parole
Tryin to keep them pockets swole
But we gotta trust dem gods
Neither one can save our soul
From these crooked ass cops
That'd be rollin down our block mane
Tryin to flip dis change
But they f*ckin up my stock mane
Baby need sum shoes
And my broad need some weed
But I cant work no job
So I'm out hurr smokin weed
And I gotta keep on hustlin
Cause a nigga gotta eat
You can find me at the candy ladies
Slangin packs of P
Minimum wage five fifty
And they wonder why we deal
Why niggas always stressin
Drinkin liquor
poppin pills
[Chorus: Frayser Boy (Juicy J)]
The game aint the same, we done changed the game
Stay the f*ck away from us, we dont f*ck wit you ladies
The game aint the same, we done changed the game
Stay the f*ck away from us, we dont f*ck wit you ladies
(So I hit the dope, grab the glock, and the chrome, and the rocks)
(On yo block, in your f*ckin face, hit this all off)
(So I hit the dope, grab the glock, and the chrome, and the rocks)
(On yo block, in your f*ckin face, hit this all off)
[Verse 2: Frayser Boy]
Nigga I dont f*ck witch you
Nigga u dont f*ck with me
Dogg you talk behind my back
Just because the shit you see
Man you got yo bitch ways
Glocks up in ya just like a hoe
When you mention pimpin
Best believe it
My niggas let me know
All up in my niggas face
Got my name up in yo mouth
Dont make a nigga like me
Knock yo f*ckin grill out
So you best chill out
Keep everythang on the straight
Dont be smilin in my face
And when I leave dogg you hate
When I see you man we sweet
Just before the shit go
Nigga I aint f*ck yo bitch
So what the f*ck you hatin fo
Ol shaky ass nigga
I aint bust a f*ckin grape
Wanna throw sum f*ckin bows
Nigga I'll participate
Leave the brakes off yo ass
Nigga you dont think I will
If you wanna keep some peace between us you better chill
Just because I dont talk shit
Doesnt mean I wont bust heads
So dont let nobody else
Tell me bout some shit you said hoe
[Chorus]
Juicy J - Name It After Me Lyrics
Juicy J - Name It After Me Lyrics
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[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Now I'm gonna tell you bout this flippin
When I ride down the strippin
Bentley rolls on these hoes
Couple months a nigga be flippin
And you always see me glistenin
Window down bumpin system
Some of these cowards out here hatin
Keep on hatin cause I aint finished
Just a nigga from the hood
Tryin to keep it to the good
Wit dem gangs run the street
And they push dem Cadillac woods
And dem fellas on parole
Tryin to keep them pockets swole
But we gotta trust dem gods
Neither one can save our soul
From these crooked ass cops
That'd be rollin down our block mane
Tryin to flip dis change
But they f*ckin up my stock mane
Baby need sum shoes
And my broad need some weed
But I cant work no job
So I'm out hurr smokin weed
And I gotta keep on hustlin
Cause a nigga gotta eat
You can find me at the candy ladies
Slangin packs of P
Minimum wage five fifty
And they wonder why we deal
Why niggas always stressin
Drinkin liquor
poppin pills
[Chorus: Frayser Boy (Juicy J)]
The game aint the same, we done changed the game
Stay the f*ck away from us, we dont f*ck wit you ladies
The game aint the same, we done changed the game
Stay the f*ck away from us, we dont f*ck wit you ladies
(So I hit the dope, grab the glock, and the chrome, and the rocks)
(On yo block, in your f*ckin face, hit this all off)
(So I hit the dope, grab the glock, and the chrome, and the rocks)
(On yo block, in your f*ckin face, hit this all off)
[Verse 2: Frayser Boy]
Nigga I dont f*ck witch you
Nigga u dont f*ck with me
Dogg you talk behind my back
Just because the shit you see
Man you got yo bitch ways
Glocks up in ya just like a hoe
When you mention pimpin
Best believe it
My niggas let me know
All up in my niggas face
Got my name up in yo mouth
Dont make a nigga like me
Knock yo f*ckin grill out
So you best chill out
Keep everythang on the straight
Dont be smilin in my face
And when I leave dogg you hate
When I see you man we sweet
Just before the shit go
Nigga I aint f*ck yo bitch
So what the f*ck you hatin fo
Ol shaky ass nigga
I aint bust a f*ckin grape
Wanna throw sum f*ckin bows
Nigga I'll participate
Leave the brakes off yo ass
Nigga you dont think I will
If you wanna keep some peace between us you better chill
Just because I dont talk shit
Doesnt mean I wont bust heads
So dont let nobody else
Tell me bout some shit you said hoe
[Chorus]
Now I'm gonna tell you bout this flippin
When I ride down the strippin
Bentley rolls on these hoes
Couple months a nigga be flippin
And you always see me glistenin
Window down bumpin system
Some of these cowards out here hatin
Keep on hatin cause I aint finished
Just a nigga from the hood
Tryin to keep it to the good
Wit dem gangs run the street
And they push dem Cadillac woods
And dem fellas on parole
Tryin to keep them pockets swole
But we gotta trust dem gods
Neither one can save our soul
From these crooked ass cops
That'd be rollin down our block mane
Tryin to flip dis change
But they f*ckin up my stock mane
Baby need sum shoes
And my broad need some weed
But I cant work no job
So I'm out hurr smokin weed
And I gotta keep on hustlin
Cause a nigga gotta eat
You can find me at the candy ladies
Slangin packs of P
Minimum wage five fifty
And they wonder why we deal
Why niggas always stressin
Drinkin liquor
poppin pills
[Chorus: Frayser Boy (Juicy J)]
The game aint the same, we done changed the game
Stay the f*ck away from us, we dont f*ck wit you ladies
The game aint the same, we done changed the game
Stay the f*ck away from us, we dont f*ck wit you ladies
(So I hit the dope, grab the glock, and the chrome, and the rocks)
(On yo block, in your f*ckin face, hit this all off)
(So I hit the dope, grab the glock, and the chrome, and the rocks)
(On yo block, in your f*ckin face, hit this all off)
[Verse 2: Frayser Boy]
Nigga I dont f*ck witch you
Nigga u dont f*ck with me
Dogg you talk behind my back
Just because the shit you see
Man you got yo bitch ways
Glocks up in ya just like a hoe
When you mention pimpin
Best believe it
My niggas let me know
All up in my niggas face
Got my name up in yo mouth
Dont make a nigga like me
Knock yo f*ckin grill out
So you best chill out
Keep everythang on the straight
Dont be smilin in my face
And when I leave dogg you hate
When I see you man we sweet
Just before the shit go
Nigga I aint f*ck yo bitch
So what the f*ck you hatin fo
Ol shaky ass nigga
I aint bust a f*ckin grape
Wanna throw sum f*ckin bows
Nigga I'll participate
Leave the brakes off yo ass
Nigga you dont think I will
If you wanna keep some peace between us you better chill
Just because I dont talk shit
Doesnt mean I wont bust heads
So dont let nobody else
Tell me bout some shit you said hoe
[Chorus]