Artist: Juicy J f/ Project Pat & Alley Boy Album: Blue Dream & Lean Song: Gotta Stay Strapped Typed by: r0llinlacs@yahoo.com (Intro, Juicy J & [DJ Scream]) Hey, hey [Juicy J!] Hey, hey, hey [Project Pat!] Yes, I'm smokin weed; ALWAYS! [Alley boy] Pussy! [Hood rich ho!] (Hook x2, Juicy J) I'm ridin with that package, so I gotta stay strapped (Yes sir!) I ain't tryin to catch that baggage, so I gotta strapped (No, sir!) Wit' two 9's to your chest; We gon' call you Warren Sapp For you rats; that's tryin'a take cheese from the trap (Pow!) (Verse 1, Juicy J) I got dope in the whip and a groupie ho on my dick (Bitch!) These ho's ain't in love wit' me; They in love wit' my chips (Bitch!) No seatbelt is strapped; But I got a strap in my lap (You know it!) Got rats comin for my cheese; They gon' run cross my trap [Gunshots] Money on your head; But you ain't gon' need a cap (Yes sir!) Put your ass to sleep; Take a permanent nap (Ho!) I got plenty of tools (Ho!) But I don't play wit' 'em (Ho!) I go to sleep wit' all my bitches; Yeah, I lay wit' 'em (Ho!) Homie, I'm always strapped (You know it!) Like a Green Beret (Mmhmmm) In my cup, I got that lean; That's "That Drank" Some of my niggas trappers (Yup!) Some of 'em crooks (Yup!) If you think we ain't bout to bust; You dumb as you look [Gunshot] (Hook x2, Juicy J) I'm ridin with that package, so I gotta stay strapped (Yes sir!) I ain't tryin to catch that baggage, so I gotta strapped (No, sir!) Wit' two 9's to your chest; We gon' call you Warren Sapp For you rats; that's tryin'a take cheese from the trap (Pow!) (Verse 2, Alley Boy) I got nine shots; Not Warren Sapp All the heroin on my block got junkies runnin left We ride around with that strap; Nigga checkin traps All these bright ass niggas eatin; So we finna snap You gettin money, so we takin money But ain't lookin for it; Go'on snitchin onions Start runnin; Hear that thang humming Hear that thang humming; Nigga, start runnin Ain't gon' chase ya, but I'm gon get'cha Your homeboys; they goin wit'cha This a re-action; Malt liquor Young niggas; Got triggers Cold blood laid his ass out All the little niggas on the one-fifty They the ones that had the clout We the ones that had to go hard, and lay niggas heads in laps before the raps And tryin'a take cheese from the trap (Hook x2, Juicy J) I'm ridin with that package, so I gotta stay strapped (Yes sir!) I ain't tryin to catch that baggage, so I gotta strapped (No, sir!) Wit' two 9's to your chest; We gon' call you Warren Sapp For you rats; that's tryin'a take cheese from the trap (Pow!) (Verse 3, Project Pat) I'm after the cheese; After the green Call it "Trap Kermit" Straight hoppin; Pistol poppin We ain't got no permits Been up in here for four or five days Call me "Hood Hermit" Came short on bread like Henry on "Good Times" Had to burn him Now, that's gonna learn him You pancake niggas mouths flips Banana chopper; turn you niggas cherries and banana splits Gettin head like a "Fitted Cap" from your baby moms Make him mad; Now he wanna do a pimp bodily harm Project born; hood raised Double-barrel in ya face I'm on some rubber-band business; Juicy J Automatic guns; Paper sacks full of presidents Every shell wiped off; I ain't leavin evidence (Hook x1, Juicy J) I'm ridin with that package, so I gotta stay strapped (Yes sir!) I ain't tryin to catch that baggage, so I gotta strapped (No, sir!) Wit' two 9's to your chest; We gon' call you Warren Sapp For you rats; that's tryin'a take cheese from the trap (Pow!)