Letras:
Juice Best Days

Flow just borin', the spit just corny. What happened to old bitin' 'self? Writin' battles done face to face. I miss those days. These days, ghost writers

lover the best pound for pound Take you to the clouds without going downtown Why why don?t you just change your ways Won?t you open up your mind Boy we?re living in modern days

a felt me Make a little rich with a thug (??) click K-roc ain't got no more I'm on top this shit though Check this place Am i came with juice man can

Everybody gotta lay low, shhhhhh! Escape routes major, elite street rollers Shit, we doper than cola, straight from Ayatollah A-Town heat strokers, flaming like the devils poker Two of the best

the store. my money dont fold now.you best believe it. they feelin me from alaska to tennessee. from the east to the west coast. i smoke on the best

? (Word man, I remember those good days well) Why chill out, man, 'cause I got a story to tell About five years ago, I began my quest To be the best

years before I'm layed up in benter Sprayed up her denture, your girl Then I layed her placenta, blew hazed in her rental Some days in December, some days

Tried to amend my carnivorous habits Made it nearly seventy days Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds Drinkin' lots of carrot juice

around with Fuck the pound shit They don't make niggaz like they used to I remember Marley in the Juice Crew Thats why I stay down with LBC days It