The Juks

Lyrics

(feat. Trife & Superb)
 [Intro: Superb]
 Yo roll, yo' roll
 My roll, my roll
 Aiyo Maurice go to the store for me son
 My roll, tell that bitch Keisha come here
 Tell that bitch Keisha come here man
 (Two dutches, hollar, hollar)
 Niggas rollin' for money over there dunn
 (It's on a breathin', it's slice on
 I want that honey's bracelet)
 Gettin' it over there
 [Ghostface Killah]
 Aiyo what's in it? Three M's in the bank
 Shoot it, oh you gotta stop?
 Six bitches, to the top
 A four and better, beat the five
 I looked him in his eyes, grabbed the dice
 Son I'll five 'em better twice for ya fuckin' life
 Money feed good, all downs is a bet
 Meanin', any money on the ground is a bet
 Open up the pool, get a dicin' room
 Aight bitches, use Pampers, girls need a nice room
 That's a six, I told you that bitch ain't claustrophic
 If you ass-bettin', you just bet yo' ass
 Nah, I got the money, I even got one wit' me
 And 'Von bring it too, he on his way to come get me
 He just hit me, he'll be here in fifteen
 With them two things, grey Benz and maroon seats
 I got a quarter-mil in each of my first sleeves
 The rest is in my longjonhs, boots and jeans
 Come in the buildin', before I pay I wanna see a three
 Come in the buildin', nigga
 [Chorus: Superb]
 Pop your collar (do whatever you do best)
 Just pop your collar (up the ladder to the hill of success)
 [Superb]
 Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, he had three down and bet three M's
 So you know what happened to him
 He got three rounds, we all ex-dealers
 Ex-killers, we gon' ride to the death for the skrilla
 I hold my own and rep my niggas
 Always oil my guns and inspect my triggas
 Sometimes I call my lawyer just to check my figures
 He told me not to worry, all cheques is clearin'
 So fuck my rhymes, I got the best appearance
 And I survive through project experiences
 You wanna roll dice or roll and ride?
 No matter, you gon' get holes inside
 See you fuckin' with Theodore Dieni
 You fuckin' with a metaphor King Pin
 You fuckin' with him? Wu-Tang
 Wu, you fuckin' with them?
 Dun, do you wanna gun to make you slim?
 So I'ma pop my collar, get my dollars
 Pop all parlors and fuckin' with money scholars?
 Matter of fact I'm gonna fuck with rockweilers
 [Chorus: Superb]
 Pop your collar (do whatever you do best)
 Get your dollar (New York, up the ladder to the hill of success)
 Pop your collar (you know what we gonna do)
 Just pop your collar (New York, say no more, New York, say no more.)
 [Trife]
 Let off the Jackey Don, rollin' the dice with a happy arm
 Everything good, money on wood
 Bank stoppers, I send them home broke
 Have them all in they stash, bettin' they own coat
 I takes it all, fifty and better, you make the call
 Watch you break your all, big sixes cuz I'm a nigga who don't like to fall
 High roller, see how my dice kiss
 Push you pay me, and if I roll trips you pay me twice bitch
 I rocks, believe it or not
 Come broke to a dice game, step off and leave with a knot
 Head cracks is all you see when I'm hot
 What's in the pop? A 00 g's to the bank to the man, who got it stopped
 My hand is like a gun, feel the heat when it's cocked
 4-5-6 your heart drop, way deep in your socks
 You wanna walk, broke your ass down the street with a bop
 The drinks is on you tonight, from my peeps in the spot
 [Chorus: Superb]
 Pop your collar (do whatever you do best, yo)
 Get your dollar (up the ladder to the hill of success)
 Pop your collar (you know what we gonna do)
 Just pop your collar (pop us, do us)

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Song Details

Duration
04:07
Key
7
Tempo
91 BPM

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