The Isley Brothers - Juke Juke lyrics

[INTRO] Yeah, Yeah, Yeah [VERSE: Ataah King] Now everybody tryna roll up And I'm just tryna kick my feet up Standing in this line I'm tryna find my way to free lunch Probably sit by Freeda cause them Fritos I could eat em I could reload, Pa** to Cee-Lo Grab the blunt then come and meet ya Pa** the blunt nah, (Juke Juke) Grab a broad and (Juke Juke) What the hell did You Do Now she on that VooDoo Keep it clean, nah keep it Kosher 9 up on that Vulture, 9 to 5 or 5 to 9 I keep it live like I'm suppose to Child up on that Poster, loud inside my couster Never was this dude but Senior Year my mind had opened I just hope that I'm still graduating Cause y'all know I stay procastinating Mind up on that a** n' cake and Tryna get to math cla** took a lil ride Slept all through my last cla** Z's weighing my mind So I'm tryna find my way back To lay back the time Bumping Maybach and A$AP to Relax my mind Chano, checking out his Channel Bumping Acid Rap and laughing back, I understand em Who would've ever known that I would go and see the globe See different homes like Different Strokes Then stroke my bone inside her dome And now she calls me Larry Holmes Because I beat it up, Su Casa, You're my corazon You record the show then play it back when I be gone And now it's on and on and on They got me playing old songs like [HOOK: Ataah King (The Isley Bros.)] (ohhhh, ohhh baby) X4 Yeah, Old Songs like Senioritis, Old Songs Like Yeah, Old songs like, Old Songs like Old songs like, Old songs like, Old Songs like [VERSE 2: Ataah King] Now everybody screaming Hold Up This ain't Kendrick Lamar Man where is my money I'm just tryna see a star I'm just tryna hear some bars From the greatest in the game I said you seen him when you came You know his name is Ataah King Haha, And now they staring at me The hell is on his mind Besides some hair and acne I'm just tryna show you something That you'd probably skip through This is probably hip too If you part in Gin-Ju I'm just kinda crazy, Minds all twisted Rhymes all wicked, Lets get lifted Time for a party, If you party come too If you're partly confused Know the loud will come through I quit though, but I'll hit though Just take a couple hits to make the beat increase the tempo Girls grabbing they friend though, watch their rear ends low Kind of perverted, Kind of off weirdo, Kind of uncertain The room got a spin flow, These broads getting in though They brown skinned like Winslow, waist thin as pencil But thicker than her, Kind of Beyonce, I give you my word And now they call me Larry Holmes Because I beat it up, Su Casa, You're my corazon You record the show Then play it back when I be gone And now it's on and on and on You got me playing old songs like [HOOK: Ataah King (The Isley Bros.)]