Juicy (2016 Remastered) Song Lyrics

Fuck all you hoes, get a grip, motherfucker
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings
That I was hustlin' in front of that called the police on me
When I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter
And all the niggas in the struggle
You know what I'm saying'?
It's all good, baby, baby

It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up! magazine
Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl

I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed on Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match

Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade

Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
'Member when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood (that's right)
It's all good (it's all good)
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga

You know very well who you are
Don't let 'em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a goal, but not that many