Listen to 1992 Juice by Sol Lacore

1992 Juice

Sol Lacore

Hip-Hop/Rap

3 Shazams

Lyrics

Hanging out da roof, we be Lately I been flyer then a pelican it's evidence This double cup is mix and lace wit medicine I'm savage You could never play me like a bitch Put the flame to da gas keep it Lit Hit his block wit da stick You can feel drop when it kick Wit da Chop Took his top off his shit Need a mop in dis bitch Wait I got pine in da wood you can can you smell it like da rock in dis bitch Hunned shots in dis clip Sloss city dog Make a call My familia strap for da trip Stale face blue strips yeah 7 and 11 gassed up full tank Hollering who dat like a saint I been tweaking off a plank yea Bama raised a thug But my second home is cali Im connected to da plug They gone show ah nigga love yea Sloss slummin sol Imma dog Press pause on ya life Wit a slug Snuck da yikki in da club yea Yeen got da juice like dis Yo round hunned proof like dis Stick and move like dis wait Hang out da roof wit ya bitch Got da stock for the tool wit Da kit Cup dirty like Diana sippen I was pheneing for a fix Slime drippen off da brim lean spillen on da kicks New drip They can't even keep me in da pot To dope Bitch I'm thuggin till rot yea Out of control do dis for all of my woes This ain't as high as we go Stick to da code If you switch you a hoe Make us fill up and go Fill up and 2 L's out da O Got me laughing out loud Biih dats all to da face and i ain't pass nun round You was strap he snatched ya chain and yeen blast no rounds Nigga try dat shit wit me bitch um tear some down And imma keep my mouth sealed like how we bagged dem pounds Bitch l we gone slide on yo ass yeen gotta flag us down on Nigga please make you freeze playing tagg wit dem rounds I'm so high bitch I'm so up It ain't no dragging me down Kop a ticket wrap and flip it Keep it solid I ain't snitching I be full of purp liquor Still don't cloud a nigga vision Got anthrax inna back pack Bout to flip dat to bout 6 racks Had a flash back bout a back track I den been there like fuck dat Where da weed at where my cup at Nigga we be where da drugs at Keep solid for niggas Blood we all dat we got We tryna kop a foreign hunk da horn and pull off da lot Still in traffic wit a bundle of dem strips in a knot Yeen got da juice like dis Yo round hunned proof like dis Stick and move like dis Hang out da roof wit ya bitch Got da stock for the tool wit Da kit Cup dirty like Diana sippen I was phening for a fix Slime drippen off da brim lean spillen on da kicks New drip They can't even keep me in da pot To dope Bitch I'm thiggin till rot yea Out of control do dis for all of my woes This ain't as high as we go Stick to da code If you switch you a hoe Make us fill up and go Fill up and
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