Squalie
Juelz Santana Lyrics


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Yea uh-ooo!! (Come on, come on)
Roll wit me, its santana
I'd like to welcome y'all (yea) to the great
Fuck wit ya boy!(Once again) Zeke!

[Juelz Santana]
Now I got more than my swagger back
Listen here homie
Mr. Mick Jaggers 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 Hampton
Make stacks and stacks and that's a fact man
Y'all can't fuck wit me
Baby girl I drag my nuts for free
Comfortably
And ya know I got my pimpin together
Got my game, got my cain, got my limpin'
Together, shit bitch you better get your
Switchin' together 'cause this back-hand
Will get you together, hope you know that
And sometime I can't belive my niggaz
Still in all, I'll give it all just to feed my
Niggaz, eat, don't stop homie breathe my niggaz
I need y'all more than y'all ever need me my niggaz

[Hook]
This is for all my niggaz on the block that's pumpin'
I think the cops is comin' - Squalie!
All my homies on the block with somethin'
Hold it down I think the cops is comin' - Squalie!
For all my chicks on the strip that switch
Be easy, I think the cops is comin' - Squalie!
All my ladies who boost for higher
Prada, Gucci attire watch who's behind ya! Squalie

[Juelz]
Yo we livin' the life of
Loca-vida, coke and cheever
Drive-by blow smoke on the policia
Like fuck em! I got no love for em
Squalie! but I'm tired of runnin' from
Squalie! duckin' from Squalie!
Shit and we ain't do nothin to Squalie!
Its pay-back we buckin at Squalie!
No more gettin searched, frisked for
Nothin by Squalie! Hey so sell ya pack
Sell ya crack like when dickens was near
Juelz Santana Dickens is here yea
Yea so Zeke is ya rollin' with me
This the theme song homie fuck the police!
We back at it, our crack habit is that drastic
Measures we taken em', maken we'll clap at ya
Peel off on dirt bikes and raptors
Squirt pipes at bastards y'all can't fuck wit me!

[Hook]

[J.R. Writer]
Hey ma, its J.R. and L's
It ain't hard to tell
We da niggaz in we da niggaz in Maury and car alarm da fell wit that hard to sell
That ain't hard to sell
And a gun that'll hit you from far as hell
You quick to flash , we'll whip yo' ass
Couple shots hit your glass
Dip-shit ya whip will crash
I got the sickest past
Stay skippin' class, pitchin' Hash
All day, 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 ass
Cooked more caine, push off dames
While you dumb niggaz 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!

Overall Meaning

In Juelz Santana's song Squalie, he welcomes the listeners to the great and invites them to roll with him. He reminds the audience that he has more than his swagger back, and Mr. MIck Jaggers are back. He emphasizes that he's the Young Zab of rap, and he's different because he can shoot and then go back to rapping. The song is about living the life of Loca-vida, cocaine, and cheever, and they have no love for the police. If cops come to their block, they yell squalie, and everyone runs away. The song also talks about trafficking crack and making stacks and stacks of money. He also addresses the fact that sometimes he can't believe his friends and niggas but he gives it all to feed his niggas.


The hook of the song speaks to all the people doing illegal things, saying to be careful because the cops are coming, and they yell squalie. He addresses the ladies on the strip who boost for higher and wears Prada, Gucci attire and warns them to watch who's behind them.


Line by Line Meaning

Now I got more than my swagger back
I have regained my confidence and self-assurance


Mr. Mick Jaggers back
I'm back at the top of my game, just like Mick Jagger of the Rolling Stones


Young Zab of rap
I'm a young, talented rapper


Only difference is this Judah
The only difference is that I'm from Judah, a place known for its warriors


Will shoot ya, then get back to rappin'
I'm not afraid to use my gun, but my true passion is music


Traffin' crack threw half and Hampton
I'm involved in the drug trade in Half and Hampton


Make stacks and stacks and that's a fact man
I'm making a lot of money


Y'all can't fuck wit me
No one can compete with me


Baby girl I drag my nuts for free
I'm so confident that I don't charge for my services


Comfortably
I'm living an easy, comfortable life


And ya know I got my pimpin together
I have my act together and I'm confident in my abilities


Got my game, got my cain, got my limpin'
I have all the tools necessary to be successful


Together, shit bitch you better get your
You need to get your act together too


Switchin' together 'cause this back-hand
I'll hit you if you don't


Will get you together, hope you know that
I'm serious about this


And sometime I can't belive my niggaz
Sometimes I'm surprised at the loyalty of my friends


Still in all, I'll give it all just to feed my
I'll do whatever it takes to provide for my loved ones


Niggaz, eat, don't stop homie breathe my niggaz
I need you guys to stay alive and well


I need y'all more than y'all ever need me my niggaz
I depend on my friends and family more than they depend on me


This is for all my niggaz on the block that's pumpin'
This song is for my friends who are selling drugs on the street


I think the cops is comin' - Squalie!
I'm worried that the police are about to arrive


All my homies on the block with somethin'
All my friends who are carrying drugs or guns


Hold it down I think the cops is comin' - Squalie!
Stay calm, the police might be nearby


For all my chicks on the strip that switch
This song is also for the women who are working as prostitutes


Be easy, I think the cops is comin' - Squalie!
Relax and be careful, there could be cops around


All my ladies who boost for higher
This is also for the women who are shoplifting high-end clothing


Prada, Gucci attire watch who's behind ya! Squalie
Be cautious and watch out for law enforcement, they might be watching you


Yo we livin' the life of
We're living a certain type of lifestyle


Loca-vida, coke and cheever
A crazy life of drugs and crime


Drive-by blow smoke on the policia
We're disrespectful towards law enforcement


Like fuck em! I got no love for em
I have no respect or admiration for the police


but I'm tired of runnin' from
I'm tired of always being on the run from the law


Shit and we ain't do nothin to Squalie!
We haven't done anything wrong, why are the police bothering us?


Its pay-back we buckin at Squalie!
We're retaliating against the police


No more gettin searched, frisked for
We don't want to be searched or frisked by the police anymore


Nothin by Squalie! Hey so sell ya pack
The police won't find anything on us, so let's continue selling drugs


Sell ya crack like when dickens was near
Let's sell drugs like they did in the past


Juelz Santana Dickens is here yea
I'm here to make a name for myself in the drug trade


Yea so Zeke is ya rollin' with me
Let's team up and commit crimes together


This the theme song homie fuck the police!
This is our anthem, showing our dislike for law enforcement


We back at it, our crack habit is that drastic
We're back to dealing drugs and we're addicted to it


Measures we taken em', maken we'll clap at ya
We'll use extreme measures to protect ourselves, even if it means shooting at the police


Peel off on dirt bikes and raptors
We'll escape on our off-road vehicles


Squirt pipes at bastards y'all can't fuck wit me!
We'll use our firearms against anyone who tries to stop us


Hey ma, its J.R. and L's
Introducing J.R. Writer and L's (Juelz Santana)


It ain't hard to tell
It's obvious that we're the best


We da niggaz in we da niggaz in Maury and car alarm da fell wit that hard to sell
We're the guys who are able to sell anything, even the hard-to-sell items


And a gun that'll hit you from far as hell
We have a powerful weapon that can shoot from a distance


You quick to flash , we'll whip yo' ass
Don't show off or we'll beat you up


Couple shots hit your glass
We'll shoot at your car windows


Dip-shit ya whip will crash
You'll crash your car if you try to get away from us


I got the sickest past
I have a troubled past


Stay skippin' class, pitchin' Hash
I used to skip school to sell hash


All day, stood there
I spent all day selling drugs


Flippin' halves
I was selling half-ounces of drugs


When I heard ,Squalie!
When I heard that the police were near


I dished and dashed
I ran away and hid my drugs


Ditched the hash
I threw away the drugs I was carrying


Park, neutral, first gear
I switched gears to make a quick getaway


Hit the gas, now we rich with cash
We're making a lot of money from our illegal activities


And when I hear Squalie!
When I hear that the police are near


I sit and laugh, dawg you kiss his ass
I laugh at my friend who cooperates with the police


Cooked more caine, push off dames
I sold more cocaine and had sex with multiple women


While you dumb niggaz stand there
While my less intelligent friends stand around


And look all lame
And look bad and uncool


I done popped and took off chains
I've acquired wealth and expensive jewelry


Now Ivory dump ice on me like my team
People are showering me with diamonds like I'm a successful football player




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: GREG GREEN, SEON THOMAS, R BRITO, LARON JAMES, BARRY WHITE

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