Correction Paroles 1995 REMIX par Yamine

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Play me some pimpin' mane, yeah
Higher than a motherf**ker, dawg
What's up with Juice? What's good, man?
Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I’m blessed
What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the f**k up!"
That's it? Haha (Yeah, yeah)

Reminiscing on memories from back in the park
Cars parked, while dogs barked
N***as was getting money, at every start
This was my motivation
While listening and vibin to Three 6 Mafia no baby
Vanessa was taken
I was so mad but DJ Paul said these hoes “vacant”
Slob on my knob, while I’m еating grapes and
Thinking of rhymes to write whilе Lord Infamous was spitting
Thought of a punchline, but I was so weak my fist became slaps
Trashing all you capping rappers
These f**king back stabbers
Task masters no Marvel sh*t, but play this backwards
That new Juicy J strain probably fits in backwoods
Back to the story Three 6 had me doing music
I’m 20 years old so this sh*t might be confusing
I should’ve been listening to Youngboy or Lil Uzi
But I rather listen to Em, Kendrick, Cole or my n***a Juicy
I never copy flows, I only have my own
Looked up to Diggy & Bow then Jordan was the show
Breezy with the melody and Tip with the flow
Bars like Joyner, and Jeezy with my trap sh*t
Lyrics like Royce make reactions NoLifeShaq sh*t
Whipping in the kitchen listening to Show Out
Staying Fly all the time, pop no pills cuz I don’t know how
I might pop a seal, like a shark, but these streets is so shallow
N***as nowadays are scared of they own shadow
I don’t know how but I might win Naps best rap album
Started underground but ya’ll went separate ways
Calling on Juicy J like Tom Brady to make a play
Yamine getting money in the studio I win
F**king bad b*t*hes from NY I got the pen
Ain’t sin in this rap, just a n***a tryna win
Juicy J the Goat, so let’s stop the pretend
Whippin' through North Memphis back in 1995 (Five)
Screamin' "Mafia!", had my city hypnotized ('Tized)
Gulf Stream 30,000 feet up in the sky (Sky)
Dabbin' off her t**ties, goddamn, time flies
Whippin' through north Memphis back in 1995 (Five)
Screamin' "Mafia!", had my city hypnotized ('Tized)
Gulf Stream 30,000 feet up in the sky
Dabbin' off her t**ties, goddamn, time flies (Woo)

Young n***as, we was gettin' paid, runnin' the game like arcade
Lil' n***a Juicy been made, f**kin' your mama back stage
I was getting mine in the streets, some of y'all never came outside
And I'm still spendin' that paper back from 1995

Bwok, bwok, chicken, chicken
Bwok, bwok, chicken heads
Bwok, bwok, chicken, chicken
Bwok, bwok, chicken heads
Bwok, bwok, chicken, chicken
Bwok, bwok (Gonna take the time to say-)

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