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make it home - juicy j lyrics

[intro: juicy j]
they be asking me, mane, why i be smoking so much weed all the time
everyday i step out the house, mane, i be feeling like you never know, mane
never know what can happen

[chorus: juicy j]
steady dodging chickenheads
dripping, i got duck sauce
i turned to a businessman
street sh*t, had to cut it off
somebody set this [?] on fire
what the f*ck is going on?
got no time for bullsh*t
i’m just tryna make it home
yeah, yeah, n*ggas tryna bring me down
i had to switch up the route
i go with [?]
boy never had a doubt
never pull up unannounced
we might pull them choppers
(we might pull them choppers)

[verse 1: juicy j]
i don’t wanna have to do it
push me and i gotta do it
but i rather rap ’cause i know you n*ggas is ratatouille
everyday i wake up to the paper like i’m married to it
i might have to take my pinky ring and add some karats to it
i might shoot a movie ’bout my life, motion picture sh*t
two hundred thou for a show, still repping triple six
memphis, praying for me city, we need peace
all these years in the field, trade my louis’ in for cleats
momma crying, it’s a shame, it’s filthy game
these young n*ggas shootin’ them switches like they in ukraine
yn caught a body, finally got his strike
in the courtroom he fainted, judge gave him life, d*mn
[chorus: juicy j]
steady dodging chickenheads
dripping, i got duck sauce
i turned to a businessman
street sh*t, had to cut it off
somebody set this [?] on fire
what the f*ck is going on?
got no time for bullsh*t
i’m just tryna make it home
yeah, yeah, n*ggas tryna bring me down
i had to switch up the route
i go with [?]
boy never had a doubt
never pull up unannounced
we might pull them choppers
(we might pull them choppers)

[verse 2: project pat]
a whole lot of money bring a whole lot of jealousy
[?] chop, that’s a whole lot of felonies
they see you got the sauce, n*ggas try to steal your recipe
toe tag and baggin’ for whoever try to test a g
memphis sh*t, memphis sh*t, that cut throat memphis sh*t
country n*ggas gold t**th, diamonds we been with the sh*t
i get your b*tch down to the room, n*gga, it’s a fl!ck
if she pillowtalking ’bout your stash, n*gga, it’s a l!ck
hoes acting childish, n*ggas out here wilding
got them haters mad, they don’t wanna see you smiling
mane, what kind of sh*t is that? praying your downfall
when a n*gga [?] then they on you like a hound dog
fake sh*t’ll get you in the hole like a groundhog
let a couple of rounds off, leave you where i found y’all, found y’all
let a couple of rounds off, leave you where i found y’all
[outro chorus: juicy j]
steady dodging chickenheads
dripping, i got duck sauce
i turned to a businessman
street sh*t, had to cut it off

- juicy j lyrics

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