Squalie

(feat. j.r. writer)

Yea uh-ooo!! (come on, come on)

Roll wit me, its santana

I'd like to welcome y'all (yea) to the great

Fuck wit ya boy!(once again) zeke!

[juelz santana]

Now i got more than my swagger back

Listen here homie

Mr. mick jaggers 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 hampton

Make stacks and stacks and thats a fact man

Y'all cant fuck wit me

Baby girl i drag my nuts for free

Comfortably

And ya know i got 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 sometime i cant belive my niggaz

Still in all, i'll give it all just to feed my

Niggaz, eat, dont stop homie breathe my niggaz

I need y'all more than y'all ever need me my niggaz

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This is for all my niggaz on the block thats pumpin'

I think the cops is comin' - squalie!

All my homies on the block with somethin'

Hold it down i think the cops is comin' - squalie!

For all my chicks on the strip that switch

Be easy, i think the cops is comin' - squalie!

All my ladies who boost for higher

Prada, gucci attire watch whos behind ya! squalie

[juelz]

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 ain't do nothin to squalie!

Its pay-back we buckin at squalie!

No more gettin searched, frisked for

Nothin by squalie! hey so sell ya pack

Sell ya crack like when dickens was near

Juelz santana dickens is here yea

Yea so zeke is ya rollin' with me

This the theme song homie fuck the police!

We back at it, our crack habit is that drastic

Measures we taken em', maken we'll clap at ya

Peel off on dirt bikes and raptors

Squirt pipes at bastards y'all cant fuck wit me!

[hook]

[j.r. writer]

Hey ma, its j.r. and l's

It ain't hard to tell

We da niggaz in we da niggaz in maury and car alarm da fell wit that hard to sell

That ain't hard to sell

And a gun that'll hit you from far as hell

U quick to flash , we'll whip yo' ass

Couple shots hit your glass

Dip-shit ya whip will crash

I got the sickest past

Stay skippin' class, pitchin' hash

All day, 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, push off dames

While you dumb niggaz 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!