Juice Time
When I cold press the veggies I feel heavenly
I don't know these niggas but I know who they could never be
Tell em check out my melody
When we catch up and rock em
You will never see
Them chops hit like Eric B
I eat my fruits then juice my veggies
Get to the root then leave they shit in flames
Get the turmeric ready
Bet he shit himself now he a stain
Need some ginger aley
Ain't no talkin' bun em down in vain
This ain't the end of Belly
Put the pedal to the metal then skrrr
Them spinners ready
Runnin' with them rebels could be worst
Could've spin'd already
That ain't beet juice all on his shirt
He got his boost already
Nigga I'm off the juice already
I grew up round Iverson
You know I got them jewels already
When I cold press the veggies I feel heavenly
I don't know these niggas but I know who they could never be
Tell em check out my melody
When we catch up and rock em
You will never see
Them chops hit like Eric B
When I cold press the veggies I feel heavenly
I don't know these niggas but I know who they could never be
Tell em check out my melody
When we catch up and rock em
You will never see
Them chops hit like Eric B
This ain't no green juice
I don't envy spoofs they need groups
Just cuz I'm recluse
That don't mean I ain't P
I'm self-esteem proof
My heart turned so cold
It ain't in no icebox it's in an igloo
They say no weapon shall prosper
But this ain't no gospel
My weapons is lethal
Thinkin' of a masterplan
It's too much power inside my hand
Could've blown you up right then (You know it!)
But I know the type that'll take the stand
Plus I'm a November baby
I got too much knowledge for niggas to bait me
So I been riding off safety fuck all the politics and the debating
When I cold press the veggies I feel heavenly
I don't know these niggas but I know who they could never be
Tell em check out my melody
When we catch up and rock em
You will never see
Them chops hit like Eric B
When I cold press the veggies I feel heavenly
I don't know these niggas but I know who they could never be
Tell em check out my melody
When we catch up and rock em
You will never see
Them chops hit like Eric B
I don't know these niggas but I know who they could never be
Tell em check out my melody
When we catch up and rock em
You will never see
Them chops hit like Eric B
I eat my fruits then juice my veggies
Get to the root then leave they shit in flames
Get the turmeric ready
Bet he shit himself now he a stain
Need some ginger aley
Ain't no talkin' bun em down in vain
This ain't the end of Belly
Put the pedal to the metal then skrrr
Them spinners ready
Runnin' with them rebels could be worst
Could've spin'd already
That ain't beet juice all on his shirt
He got his boost already
Nigga I'm off the juice already
I grew up round Iverson
You know I got them jewels already
When I cold press the veggies I feel heavenly
I don't know these niggas but I know who they could never be
Tell em check out my melody
When we catch up and rock em
You will never see
Them chops hit like Eric B
When I cold press the veggies I feel heavenly
I don't know these niggas but I know who they could never be
Tell em check out my melody
When we catch up and rock em
You will never see
Them chops hit like Eric B
This ain't no green juice
I don't envy spoofs they need groups
Just cuz I'm recluse
That don't mean I ain't P
I'm self-esteem proof
My heart turned so cold
It ain't in no icebox it's in an igloo
They say no weapon shall prosper
But this ain't no gospel
My weapons is lethal
Thinkin' of a masterplan
It's too much power inside my hand
Could've blown you up right then (You know it!)
But I know the type that'll take the stand
Plus I'm a November baby
I got too much knowledge for niggas to bait me
So I been riding off safety fuck all the politics and the debating
When I cold press the veggies I feel heavenly
I don't know these niggas but I know who they could never be
Tell em check out my melody
When we catch up and rock em
You will never see
Them chops hit like Eric B
When I cold press the veggies I feel heavenly
I don't know these niggas but I know who they could never be
Tell em check out my melody
When we catch up and rock em
You will never see
Them chops hit like Eric B
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Writer(s): Christopher Jeffries
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