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Tobe Nwigwe
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tobe Nwigwe
Songwriter
Paul Wall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LaNell Grant
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What it do? (Ooh)
Tobe, what's up, baby? (On God)
Tobe Bryant (I got the juice)
Me, I'm Paul Wall Frazier (on God, I got the juice)
Nell, what it do? (I got the juice)
Sam Canell (I got the juice)
Lanell Sprewell (like I pushed Bishop off the roof)
Aye, aye, aye, aye (I got the juice like I pushed Bishop off the roof)
It's that Paul Walrus? I got a lot of monikers
Fresh from Santa Monica, gettin' blowed like harmonicas
That smoke got me harmonious, I'm so gone like Monica
Blowin' backwoods only, the only papers is Houston Chronicles
A Hall of Fame hustler, voted unanimous and anonymous
But boys be actin' animus, 'cause my presence is rather ominous
Not to mention my pockets are fat as a obese hippopotamus
I avoid hate like obstacles, talkin' down is so monotonous
Them boys couldn't see me, through they oculus with binoculars
I'm still the people's champ, yeah, my pseudonym is synonymous
I like to stack up lots of bucks while you chasin' after octopus
I'm married to the game, so it's easy to be monogamous
I'm never fallin' off, the mere notion is preposterous
Still in my prime like Optimus, used to pop trunk at Metropolis
The grind is rather arduous but I ain't stoppin' 'til the apocalypse
'Cause I do it for my family not the likes nor the followers
Paul Wallaby
On God, I got the juice
On God, I got the juice
I got the juice like I pushed Bishop off the roof
I-I-I got the juice like I pushed Bishop off the roof
I hit up Paul and told him that I want gold in my mouth
So when I speak, oh, they shine off in my teeth, light up nouns
That's a person, place or thing, swear I'm diverse in ways I bring
Bales of manna with country grammar, sweet as a tangerine
I follow a Nazarene but I still might paint the Hyundai candy
'Cause I'm modest but be honest, I got more sauce than shrimp scampi
I go ape, I go chimpanzee on every beat that they hand me
I've been branded as the man who gon' handle my hood advancement
Out the slum, I ain't dumb, I know you plotters be peepin'
But my head down and my arms cover my paper, it ain't no cheatin'
I'm eatin' plus I got all the flavor, I'm lowkey seasoning
Woe are those who willingly done gave their heart to hoes
I was told by the G-code that that's fleeting
On God, I was broke for over 30 seasons
Now me and Fat in our thirties 'bout to be in Norway
Like some melanated Norwegians
If a rapper stiff as me, he prolly ain't breathing
That's rigor mortis, I hope y'all absorb this flow gorgeous
How I'm teaching
Flow freezing, I'm the coldest in my region
Y'all decent, but if I'm critiquing y'all feces
It ain't nothing personal, lies kill
And if I die tomorrow, my wife and my whole hood know I'm real
On God, I got the juice (too real)
On God, I got the juice (true and real thrill)
I got the juice like I pushed Bishop off the roof (they talkin' 'bout? Juiced up)
I-I-I got the juice, like I pushed Bishop off the roof (aye juiced up, got all the juice)
I'm still breakin' boys off from the North to the South
I got gold in my grill, I got diamonds in my mouth
I'm still breakin' boys off from the North to the South
I got gold in my grill, I got diamonds in my mouth
No toll tag, I still stunt hard on the feeder
With a baby in the backseat, and a bad Mamacita
Block bleeder, stackin' Keebler, God bless me, I'm a sneezer
Shakin' off haters like seizures, countin' paper in my leisure
Flow water Aquafina, nah, I'm lyin' that's acidic
I spit Fiji but if need be, I'm a ocean like Pacific
My slab look like an exhibit, all the boppers wanna visit
My interior's butter biscuits, I'm the greatest to be specific
Dog, that's explicit, hella vivid, but my flow magic like a wizard
I'm with Paul, hell, all we need is a color-changing lizard
Now hold up Tobe, that's expensive, that's my brother though, no tension
Matter fact, go tag Chamillionaire in my mentions, let's get it
On God
Writer(s): Noel Paul Stookey, Scott L Wilk
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