Blu - Juicen' Dranks lyrics

Feat. Ta'Raach Produced By: Exile [Verse 1: Ta'Raach] Allow the flow to blow the steam, hostile Whenever I spit, you just swallow like it's part of the seam Offin' the green like, Tiger-Tiger Wood, just tryna lean You might have tried if you could but it might have [?] You like a b**h fall why the bling Saying how that sh** go, my co*k in this king n***as tryna get this cold, [?] their rings It's like my face [??] wrist [?] But them lines to tight they slit throats at shows Hit your lights at midnight I beat you with a kick and a snare, f** a fist fight We light it up in the air while you twist mics 11 steps to Heaven's in here, get your b**h right [Hook: Ta'Raach] Put your juicen dranks up A toast to the most and bank us I sold [?] pretty toes with anklets Mad cuz' you ain't us, here put some light in your life [Verse 2: Blu] It's like he ain't ignited it right He ain't the rioting type So tell him to silences his pipes Before we invite him to fight Cuz' I'll arrive in the height of the night Spitting that spice that'll widen your wife And have her asking you "Why don't we fight? So I can leave and be with Blu, cuz' he sliding me right" See I done put the fear of God up inside of her twice So ain't nothin' you could tell her that is wiser, aight? My sh** is dynamite, I'll probably die on the mic You out dining the mic Just lyin' life So I'mma lie in your light Take the lime from your life And shine bright as a diamond with dimes dying as dykes Tryna find that feeling I give her night after night You left out, now I'm righter than right And every rhyme that I write is like you writing a rhyme Feeling my lines like life Rising as high as my high without lighting the lah So I'm like [Hook] [?], kiss of d**h, don't get it confused I'm a marksman on the ricochet Flow [?] to fools Dudes tussling with cigarettes And hoes fight the blues While I go and get these bigger checks then [?] you lose [??] and did his best to lose When the rules say a minute left, I'll put you in the dark I brought shadow for them n***a steps, give 'em best regards Charged it to the game 'til they put a hold on his card Crash knuckles, back up or catch a uppercut or two Got knocked but got right back up to bust a few High shot, moms and pops broke up, so f** rules Getting laid plus paid doing what I wanna do True rebel, see the cause? I'm effect Any songs I'mma bless Any squads I'mma wreck Any broad I'mma catch Any y'all wanna catch up? 'Fess up Blu got fools in Detroit throwing the rest up like [Hook]