Still Clean - CHN

(Feat. Juicy J) (Chorus x2) Still ridin clean, makin cheese, and gettin my dick sucked Still makin cheese, ridin clean, and gettin my dick sucked (Project Pat) I swear I'm going through a thang but I gotta snap back Give it all to God its tha pistol but tha crack back Stayin on my job dealin wit hatas wit a jap slap Dealin wit this mob lice watchin studio phone tapped You best believe that I could see it from a mile away Thought that my girl was down sleepin wit tha enemy Tha streets are dangerous I could be dead anyday That's why I'm ridin wit my dog smokin plenty hay Thi shit contagious doin dope and its killin me Even though I know I hit tha snow is you feelin me I'm lookin good twenty-three's on that flippin paint Them twelve golds in my mouth makin these bitches faint Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang But fuck dat one of my young niggas'll take tha charge I'm stackin loot muthafuck lookin behind some bars (Chorus x4) (Project Pat) Out slangin brickas tha project nigga row-a A playa that's fa show-a I'm chargin a hoe-a You weak niggas know-a you step and I fire Yo life will expire you need to retire Yo bitch call me sire she flat like a tire Shot nut in her eye-a on that I don't lie-a Tha fact of tha matter she blow out tha frizzame I keep me some powder so I'm gettin brizzain I'm out dodgin felonies and fuck dat coke Cause a nigga lovin these streets and that's of course Mane I hate to see tha judge face and that's fa sho Prayin that he'll drop the charge and let me go Cause I like smokin good green Motel-io Stick my dick in a hoe's mouth and there I go Getting drunk off of liquor and smokin this dope Put tha green in tha Swisher I'm gettin blowed (Chorus x4) (Juicy J) You know who you are you hatin ass bitch You tried to change yo name but you can chew on my dick I ain't playin wit you hoes and you federal snitches Wanna walk up to this pimp and get a hole in ya tensions Always talkin 'bout the Juice hoe I been on tha town I done blowed a hundred g's hoe you homey tha clown You can call ya girlfriend and me & Pancho can meet her She can lick our ass out or she can suck on our peters North North is tha hood bitch you know we are real Know you scared to ride through know you gon' meet tha steel Can't forget about you cowards you be high when you talk Nigga I fuck yo fat ass wife and put her on tha house Juicy J is tha playa that you love to hate Boy you betta get a deal or try to sell you some weight Everytime you see me comin lemons know what I mean Cause I been ridin Bentley, Roys, and I'm still on tha scene (Chorus x4)

Ay, now, hahaha Yuh! Ay, now, hahaha Yuh! AJ, Young Ass 2K Shot for shot, she goin' down, whore She know I'ma rapper Prolly why she gettin' down for Clean, Clean Shawti Know she hasn't been around, no Fucked 'er three times She be askin' for a round fo' Shawty super thicc, yuh She gon' slop the top In New York I Milly Rock I dropped some bands all on my watch Oh my god Oh my fuckin' god, oh my, oh my god I ain't never love no fuckin' thot But, she might change my mind On my fuckin' grind From the bottom, where I started, hoe AJ, Young Ass 2K Drop the bass & go retarded, hoe AJ2K20, go retarded No, don't say that, hoe Ignant as a bitch I make that beat go straight retarded, hoe AJ, Young Ass 2K Shot for shot, she goin' down, whore She know I'ma rapper Prolly why she gettin' down for Clean, Clean Shawti Know she hasn't been around, no Fucked 'er three times She be askin' for a round fo' Shawty super thicc, yuh She gon' slop the top In New York I Milly Rock I dropped some bands all on my watch Oh my god Oh my fuckin' god, oh my, oh my god I ain't never love no fuckin' thot But, she might change my mind On my fuckin' grind From the bottom, where I started, hoe AJ, Young Ass 2K Drop the bass & go retarded, hoe (Ay, hol' up, man) (2020, don't-don't say that, hoe) Ignant as a bitch I make that beat go straight retarded, hoe AJ, Young 2 I'm back Gone for a minute 'Boutta spark that Back' Here for a minute 'Til I'm gone in a minute When I'm gone in a minute Boutta spark that Back' Gone for a minute I'm forgettin' how to act He be rollin' up the Back' Wash it down wit' the Ac' Sip it slow 'til I yak 'Til the eyes roll back & The world turns black & I can't see that, huh Ex loves country Fuck that Get a cowgirl I'ma show 'er how to ride that Fuck the Cowboys Fuck Zeke & it's no cap Shake that ass Pre-game & it's no Dak I ain't even a quarterback Coordinator & We runnin' Dime Three dimes, get a nickel back I don't like the change I'ma fuck a dime Goddamn!

Drippi on clean, whippi on clean Mut tyyli on likane yarrimean? Ku mä hyppään whippiin boy se on siin Ku mä hyppään sen biitin päälle se on douppii jes Beibe venaa ilman housui niinku Iines Ja mä koitan kestää kauemmin ku viimeks Oon ku bully sitä pussyy mä pieksen Se on nii hyvää et haluun herätä sun vierest, uh Wake and bake Tysonii aamust joo mun booboot heavyweight Laitan musaa soimaan samal lasken seteleit Jos on tiukkaa regulate niinku Nate Meen hakee pois sen mikä mulle kuuluu, B Ja sä sait aiemmin mut suuttuu, B Älä kysy mult mitä mulle kuuluu, B Älä kato mua kato vaik YouTubee, uh Fuck sun respectis Mul on vastuit ja plänei mul on bisneksii Tai sit bastu on pääl jos oon chilleis B Mut jos astut mun päälle käy ku viimeks B, uh Iso W niinku Wu, uh Mun Tang ain't nuttin ta fuck with Ei sil välii mis mä meen vaa mist mä tuun Selkäranka ei kräkkää oon kasvanu Haksis Nykyää liian harval on moraaleit Koittanu jeesaa monii mut ne teki vaa ohareit Älkää ihmetelkö jos en enää tosissaa ota teit Ihmetelkö jos näätte mut, mut kävelen ohi teist Ne koitti roikkuu vaa slaikas kii Mut nyt en spendaa enää aikaani Damn joku varmaa spaissas mun weedit No ku menin signaa sun diilin (damn) Drippi on clean, whippi on clean Mut tyyli on likane yarrimean? Ku mä hyppään whippiin boy se on siin Ku mä hyppään sen biitin päälle se on douppii, jes Damn en ees muista millo viimeks Olo ois olluu näi vapaa ja nii fresh Rimssit kiiltää ja jalas uudet sneakerit Vielki pinnal siks en mee deepeiks Drippi on clean, whippi on clean Mut tyyli on likane yarrimean? Ku mä hyppään whippiin boy se on siin Ku mä hyppään sen biitin päälle se on douppii, jes Damn en ees muista millo viimeks Olo ois olluu näi vapaa ja nii fresh Rimssit kiiltää ja jalas uudet sneakerit Vielki pinnal siks en mee deepeiks

Negro, me pego malas rachas Práctico el Shiné sin salir del bloque Estoy dejando de correr, educándome Joya en cada barra, vine a hacer el cambio No pa' rapear gilipolleces en canciones Suena Callejo, the Art of War en la guantera Yo mi propio ejercito de un solo hombre Yo nací sin suerte, solo tengo sangre Yo no tengo medios, puta, tengo hambre Mi estao' mental es otro sitio, otro cuerpo Otra mente, otro puerto Solo estoy puesto pa'l euro, pa'l libro, pa'l hierro Solo bailo con demonios si les pongo cara Encerrao en mi, son, me siento en Todai-Ji Life is. Ella se marcho y yo volví Joven Dios Disciplinao: Tyson '86 Ni putas, ni drogas, mi cabeza es Ho Chi Minh Veo el Mara en caras conocidas Yo en la senda, palabra arriba Bloque efecto dominó: ruina llama ruina Haciendo sombra con fantasmas que aquí son rutina Pienso y digo: haram, amir Soy el ultimo en comer, el ultimo en dormir Kare Sansui: cuarzo, arena y bonsai 229 Khabib son, bulletproof mind Desde Mayo estoy en Kami-Sama Entre 5 anillos, peso muerto y barras Entre Siberia, Lloró y Atacama Siempre ganando al que siempre me gana Soy Sonny Liston, soy Jack Dempsey Soy mi propio Cus D'amato, soy mi Trevor Berbick Soy mi Don King, praise be to Allah I got my W.B.C. I keep my eyes on that

Por ti me dieron las 2 y las 12 Por ti me la hubiera jugao como dealers del bloque Bendita solución a este desorden Y es que aquí sumar problemas parece deporte Posteao en el barrio escuchando París Pensando en cuando mierda me saca de aquí Aunque ese sea el plan B, you know what I mean Ya hace que perdí la fe, y solo apuesto por mi Es miercoles y están de mañaneo El kel parece un after ibizenco En la mesa lineas de keta y de yeyo Pero esta to' controlao van a quitarse de eso Hermano escucha yo nunca me miento Por eso no me verás colocao ni vendiendo A mi si me sirvieron sus consejos Y no me imagino encerrao sin poder darle un beso Claro que duele ca' vez que lo pienso Como cuando me dijo donde estaba preso En una carcel Belga, roto por dentro Y no cambio ese abrazo por 10 de 500 Hay días que el diablo me gana terreno Y no la tengo para echarle freno Brindando con cafe y henny con mi frero Rulando en el Rover escuchando Life's so Me dijo que le iba a pasar factura Fumando polen con el Tearz de Wu Tang Con esa mierda detrás de la nuca Mientras le digo que no sirve pa' na' toa esa buya Guantillas, Saint Denis 93 Pagar el precio y darnos de comer Amor cortao con amoníaco, QLF Lagrimas negras, son, Bebo Valdes