Squalie (Skit) (Album Version|Edited)-Juelz Santana/Freekey Zeekey/Monique Garnett/Mike Peters

Squalie (Skit) - Juelz Santana juelz talking: uh-ooo!! roll wit me, its santana yea I'd like to welcome yall to the great ***** wit ya boy! freekey! juelz santana verse 1: now I got more than my swagger back listen here homie Mr. Majaggers back (uh-oo) young Zab of rap only difference is this Judah will shoot ya, then get back to rappin' traffin' crack threw half and happenins' make stacks and stacks and thats a fact man yall can't ***** wit me baby girl would grab my nuts for free comfortably now I got more than my pimpin together got my game, got my cain, got my limpin' together, sh*t ***** you better get your switchin' together cuz this back-hand will get you together, hope you know that and sometimes I can't belive my niggas but in all, I'll give it all just to feed my niggas, eat, don't stop homie breathe my niggas I need yall more than yall ever need me my niggas hook: this is for all my niggas on the block thats pumpin' I think the cops is comin' squalie! all my niggas on the block with somethin' hold it down I think the cops is comin' squalie! yea all my chicks on the strip that switch be easy, I think the cops is comin' squalie! all my ladies that boost for higher Prada, Gucci attire watch whos behind ya! Juelz Santana verse 2: Yo we livin' the life of loca-vida, coke and cheever drive-by blow smoke on the policia like ***** em! I got no love for em Squalie! but I'm tired of runnin' from Squalie! duckin' from Squalie! sh*t and we ain't do nothin to Squalie! its pay-back we bustin at Squalie! no more gettin serched, frisked for nothin by Squalie! so sell ya crack, sell ya smack like the dickens premire Juelz Santana Dickens is here yea, so Freekey you rollin' with me, this the theme song homie ***** the police! we back at it, or crack habit is that drastic measures we taken em', u faken we'll clap at ya peel off on dirt bikes and raptors, squirt pipes at bastards yall can't ***** wit me! hook J.R. Writer verse 3: Hey ma, its J.R. and L's it ain't hard to tell we them niggas in...(?) wit that hard to sell that ain't hard to sell and a gun thatll hit you from far as hell u quick to flash , well whip yo' a** couple shots hit your glass dip-sh*t your whip will crash I got the sickest past stay skippin' class, pitchin' Hash all day I stood there flippin' halves when I heard ,Squalie! I dished and dashed ditched the hash park, neutral, first gear hit the gas, now we rich with cash and when I hear Squalie! I sit and laugh, dawg you kiss his a**, cooked more caine, pushed off dames while you dumb niggas stand there and look all lame I done popped and took off chains now Ivory dump ice on me like my team won a football game!