Juelz Santana (born LaRon Louis James on February 18, 1982) is a half Afric… Read Full Bio ↴Juelz Santana (born LaRon Louis James on February 18, 1982) is a half African American and half Dominican rapper from Harlem, New York, who first became known for his "featured" status on Cam'ron's 2002 hits, "Oh Boy" and "Hey Ma".

Santana began writing rhymes at the age of 12. He was originally signed to Priority Records as one half a duo called Draft Pick. The group had several shows around New York City while together, including Amateur Night at the Apollo Theatre, where they won two weeks in a row. Some time after this, he was introduced to Cam'ron through a cousin; in 1998, he became a member of the group, The Diplomats, whose members include Cam'ron, Jim Jones, 40 Cal, J.R Writer, Hell Rell, Jha Jha, S.A.S, and Freekey Zeekey. He is now signed as a solo artist to Dipset but unlike the rest of The Diplomats, who are signed to Koch Records, Santana is currently signed to Def Jam.

He was voted #2 in the VIBE Vixen top 50 sexiest rappers behind T.I. at #1.

His first album, From Me To You was released by Roc-A-Fella Records in 2003 featuring the singles "Dipset (Santana's Town)" and "Down". It was considered a commerical failure when compared to the sucess of Cam'ron's Come Home With Me and The Diplomats' Diplomatic Immunity.

In his latest work, his second album, What The Game's Been Missing!, features the singles "There It Go! (The Whistle Song)", and "Oh Yes" as he continues his unique flow. He was featured in Chris Brown's #1 hit "Run It!" and in the remix of Mariah Carey's # 1 single "Don't Forget About Us". Santana also had the summer hit "Mic Check" which also is on "What The Game's Been Missing!"

Juelz is best known for his ability to flow without any specific rhyme scheme.

You Oughta Know
Juelz Santana Lyrics

You should never argue with
A crazy mind-mind-mind-mind-mind-mind
You oughta know by now (You oughta know by–)
You should never argue with
A crazy mind-mind-mind-mind-mind-mind
Is that all you get for your money?
You should never argue with
A crazy mind-mind-mind-mind-mind-mind (Uh)
You oughta know by now (You oughta know by–)
You ought know by now

Oh, you oughta know by now, man
You should never argue with
A crazy mind-mind-mind-mind-mind-mind
Is that all you get for your money?
The, yeah

Now when the beats on, Santana gone ride out
Car still rollin', hop out, Glock out like
You should never argue with
A crazy mind-mind-mind-mind-mind-mind
Then I shoot ya, hop back in the manoeuvre
The V off skiied off while I'm yellin' out
You oughta know by now
Don't make me spell it out
I'll push ya melon out
Then get back to the block
The packies that rock baggies and tops uh
Shit I'll slap it or not? Fuck it man
Is that all you get for your money?
Thats what I tell em' man i'm a selfish man
I need every grand
Is that all you get for your money?
Once again uh not a penny more
Not anymore I'll let this
Semi poor shots in your memory core
(You should never argue
Wit a crazy mi mi mi mi mind)
I thought I told you before
Now show 'em the four
(Is that all you get for your money?
You ought-a know by now, ought-a know by)

Hey yo I'm goin to town
Blowin' it down smokin a pound Now
(You ought-a know by now)
That the kid is just hungry
Give up a twenty Now
(Is that all you get for your money?)
Fifty mil I feel is reachin my quota
Any beef n it's over i'm real subtle
Put bleach in ya soda
So don't make me have to put
Your teeth in your shoulder
Doped up dope feen fell asleep in the cobra
(You should never argue
Wit a crazy mi mi mi mi mind
You ought-a know by now
Is that all you get for your money?)
Big jewels and they iced out
Nice trucks Big rims piped out
I see the wife out she hoped in
I hoped and then hoped right now
Thats what my life 'bout
I get head with the lights on, lights out
I used to drop Lewinsky off
At the White House

Come check out your boy
Still poppin', still rockin', still watchin'
(You ought-a know by now)
I still got it, yeah still grindin'
Still pitchin' that Phyllis Hyman
(Its that how we get to your money)
I ain’t lyin', nope
Still on my pimp shit, still on my dip shit
Yeah you dipshit's is still on my hit list
Still play lotto, win fast, still
On my quick pic, yeah
Still tryin to get rich quick, yeah

I’m still tryin to hit chicks with stiff dick
(You ought-a know by now)
I’m ‘bout big chips, yes true grandma
This is the zoo, i’m the zoo keeper
He zoolander
Apes, wolfes, gorillas, a few pandas
Got two hammers coming to shoot grandma
(You should never argue with a crazy
Mi mi mi mi mind)
We the crazy motherfuckers
Three-eighty years daisy, motherfucker

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