JUGGA THE BULLY - Backadaclub lyrics

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While the self proclaimed players push and shove

On the dancefloor crowded with the pigeons and scrubs

You can find Big JUGZ in the back of the club

Smokin' my bud gettin' shown nothing but love

I walk past the bodyguards with the herb-in-my-boot

No batty man bizness-straight like ya perm-at-the-roots

Got no time for thuggin' out I'm concerned-with-the-loot

Back when you were learnin'-to-shoot--I was murderin'-groups

Now 18 year old gulls say "I heard-he-was-cute...

And nasty as he wanna be...worse-than-Luke"

...Not a player--I'm the coach signin' short skirt-recruits

While you in the bathroom tryin' to jerk-loose-some-juice

I'm over-by-the-bar--smokin'-cigars

Convincing broads with D-Cups to open-they-bras

Seein' which one I can get alone-in-the-car

Retreat around the back--and bone-under-the-stars

But that's later...right now JUGZ is gettin'-wet

Sippin' Hennessy X...checkin' the sillouettes

Of available honeys with the potential for givin'-sex

Ignorin' niggas-threats--rollin' funny cigarettes

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While ya'll stuck-on-the-line-in-the-front

I'm in the back twisted--stuffin'-whole-dimes-in-a-blunt

Stay puffin'-any-kind-that-you-want...politicing

With them "all about cuttin"-hoes-grindin'-they-rumps

Tellin' me my rhymes-is-crunk...gassin'-my-head

They said they like the real cuz talkin' fashion-is-dead

I'm fixated on they bodies--all that ass-and-them-legs

Askin'-instead "How can I get ya ass-in-my-bed?"

Got the ginseng drink for the task-that's-ahead

If they man talk shit then I'm blastin'-the-lead

I'm pass-the-edge...already had way-too-much-liquor

Checkin' out a stallion comin' this way-who-much-thicker

I yelled through the crowd "Hey hooooo!"-to-fukk-with-her

She looked at me and said "You way-too-rough-Mister...

(Who me?) What are you one of those thug-emcees?

Even so you still the type I’d love-to-squeeze!"

That was my cue--I knew shawt dug-the-steez

I said "Now look look you bubbly but please don’t tug-on-me!

Here have a drink baby gull...puff-some-trees

And let me palm the seat of ya dungarees..."

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Dudes be mean-muggin'-me...talking about

They baby mama is some chick they just seen-huggin'-me

What I look like? Jack Tripper? This ain't Three's-Company

I got no time for that--I'd rather burn this green-shrubbery

They whole team-scrubs-to-me...ridin'-the-pine

Mad cuz half they broke crew still outside-in-the-line

And it's been like this since I decided-to-rhyme

Fortunately Smith&Wesson...provided-the-nine

....JUGZ keep more-protection-than-Trojenz

Up in the VIP before-the-section-was-open

Gettin' in gulls heads like Hannibal-Lector-probin'

"One Nite Stands, Casual-Sex"-is-the-slogan

Downing a couple-more-Jack-and-Cokes

Chicks mad--I'm getting in trouble-for-crackin'-jokes

See I don't give a damn-when-I'm-twisted

Cuz whatever I say--I know my man-got-the-biscuit

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