Juelz Santana (born LaRon Louis James on February 18, 1983) is an African-American and Dominican [1] rapper and producer from Harlem, Manhattan, New York City, New York, United States who first became known for his "featured" status on Cam'ron's 2002 hits, "Oh Boy", and "Hey Ma". Juelz is also known for his words "Ay!" and "Aight!"
I Can't Feel My Face
On Jan. 29 Santana revealed details about the upcoming album with Cash Money Records' star artist, Lil' Wayne.The collaboration, titled I Can't Feel My Face, is finished, according to Santana said that a recently leaked mixtape was just a taste of what he had in store with Lil Wayne "That's done, everybody who thinks that not happening, we did a mixtape, and the mixtape leaked," Santana told AllHipHop.com. "We did the tour together and we got over 40 records, so that's definitely going down." Santana said the two would select the best of the songs they recorded to produce I Can't Feel My Face, which is due in stores this year.
"It's something that's never been done before, a dude from the north and a dude from the south, especially with the south being so hot, and me being one of the hottest dudes in the north," Santana boasted. "We just gonna let the music talk. Me and Weezy just put out a single 'Black Republicans.' We Black Democrats running those Black Republicans out of office."
I Can't Feel My Face is a collaborative album by Lil Wayne & Juelz Santana planned to release sometime in 2007. The first single of the album will be called "I Can't Feel My Face". The second single will be called "Bonafide Hustla". The first radio single was leaked on the internet in June 2006, called "Get at These Niggaz". The album will feature guest appearances by Birdman, Cam'Ron, the whole Dipset crew, Curren$y, Jim Jones, Paul Wall, Young Jeezy, Cassidy, Ying Yang Twins, Jermaine Dupri and Chamillionaire. Many are under the misconception that all the songs have been leaked. Many have confused Blow: The I Can't Feel My Face Prequel with the actual album that will be released some time in 2007. The leaked version contains 13 tracks including "Keep on Talking," a track expected to be released on Tha Carter III.
2 Dope Boyz
Juelz Santana & Lil Wayne Lyrics
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But I'm thinking of a faster plan
I'm trying to cash it in
I got five in that garbage can
And the wrap saran, I need cash advance
See, I know three sold, the other two a jam
I'mma sit on one and whip the
Other one much as I can
No sound
Them bricks got the speakers drowned
I ain't listening for shit but sirens
I ain't trying to get to my ships sunk
Fuck you pirates i'll touch you cowards
It ain't nothing to a boss
The niggas in the hood tryna floss
And ya head got a cost, nigga
Take a loss nigga, SS 55
All black, with the top chopped off that
Catch me in the spots where
The shots pop off at
I ain't trying to prove nothing
I'm just trying to move something
Just 2 dope boys in a Cadillac
It's just 2 dope boys in Cadillac
Now let me introduce the world to my girl
She white, she bright, she shine like a pearl
And I ain't talking 'bout Lindsay Lohan
I'm talkin 'bout that sniff that blow man
(what?) that one hit that'll get you open
Might make your nose bleed, if it's potent
So if you're not ready
Homie don't tamper with it
She the chick who had Tony Montana slippin'
She so bad she make you mad
But soon as you get mad, she make you cash
That white girl
But she ain't always that light
She ain't always that bright
She ain't always that white
Nope gimme one girl, I mean one gram
I'll teach ya how to give
A white girl a suntan
Put it in that pot, 'til it get that hot
Then start to Sir Mix-A-Lot aye!
The first verse of "2 Dope Boyz" by Juelz Santana and Lil Wayne is filled with themes of bravado, confidence, and determination. The lyrics talk about the struggle that they had to go through to get to the top, and they refuse to let anyone stand in their way. Juelz Santana starts the song talking about sleeping on him and hoping to die in your sleep, which is a clear indication that he is not here to play, and he means business. Lil Wayne comes in, talking about his experience starting from the bottom and working his way to the top. He boasts about his abilities on the mic and his ability to turn the summer to fall, showing how talented and unique he is. The song continues to talk about their experiences in the music industry, and they promise not to work with anyone unless they are talking about paper.
The second verse of "2 Dope Boyz" is a continuation of the first, but this time it is more focused on the lifestyle that comes with being a success in the music industry. It talks about partying, drugs, and money, with Lil Wayne rapping about how he is "taking time out to count the bands." Lil Wayne also alludes to his criminal past by mentioning "courtrooms" and "extorting the plug." However, Lil Wayne is still confident and determined to succeed, proclaiming that he is "from the Teflon to the Kevlar," meaning that nothing can bring him down.
Overall, "2 Dope Boyz" by Juelz Santana and Lil Wayne is a song about confidence, hard work, and perseverance. The two rappers boast about their abilities and success while also acknowledging the challenges that come with the lifestyle.
Line by Line Meaning
Take that shit off at the front
Remove whatever you're wearing in the front
Sleep on me, I hope you die in your sleep
I'm highly confident, you can't ignore me. I don't care if you don't see my worth, I will succeed eventually
No one's defiant as me
I'm unique in my own way
I know my worth, so when you pay me Just know that I am not cheap
I'm aware of my value, so don't attempt to pay me less than what I think is fair
On the road to riches Tappin' my horn, so watch for the beep
I'm focused on getting rich and I'm on my way. Pay attention so you don't miss the signs
Rippin' this shit to pieces No, I will not look out for the beat
I'm destroying the beat with my sick lyrics, I don't need to stay on beat to do so
Started out on the block Got on my feet and rose to the top I'm the cleanup man with the mop 50 shots disfigured his top, yes
I started from nothing and worked my way to the top. I clean up whatever mess comes my way, and I'm not afraid to use my gun if necessary
I come from the city of God I walk around in the city like God Made it out and still come back Somebody, please tell me, what are the odds?
I'm from a tough city and I act like I own it. Despite the odds against me, I managed to escape and still come back to show off my success
On this mic, I am a wizard, but this is not Oz Cold but hot, I can turn the summer to fall I'm sicker than y'all
I'm a lyrical genius when it comes to rapping, I can change the atmosphere with my words, and I'm better than all of you
Don't talk to me unless you talkin' 'bout paper I'm buyin' some makers, no time for a neighbor I'm from New Orleans, yes, I am a gator I'll do you a favor, and I'll do you a favor
I don't have time for nonsense, if it's not about money, don't talk to me. I'm from New Orleans and I'm tough like a gator. I'll help you, but only if it's beneficial for me
'Cause if I do you a favor And you don't come back with that paper I'ma have to lay hands on you Like I'm givin' you prayer
If I help you out and you don't pay me back, there will be consequences. I'll hurt you like I'm praying for you
Eastside, we ain't playin' it fair You ever heard of the tortoise and hare? I'm switchin' the gear Started off in the back, bitch But now I'm winnin', it's clear Nigga, I'm here For real
I'm from the Eastside and we're not playing fair. I'm like the tortoise in the race, started slow but now I'm running fast. I'm here to stay in the rap game
I got my married hoes on single drugs Got my fattest hoes gettin' finger fucked And my trashiest hoes is clean as fuck And my nastiest hoes is neat as fuck
I'm a player and I have all types of women in my life, including the ones who cheat, the overweight ones, the dirty ones, and the vulgar ones, but somehow they're all good in bed
Take your shoes off before you walk inside Take your shoes off before you cross the line I snoozed off on Father Time Got my goons to go kidnap Daughter Time
Show some respect and take your shoes off before you enter my place. I'm getting older but still have plenty of life left in me. I'll do whatever it takes to make sure my time isn't wasted
Come to wet the party up, and whoever in it Got one gun that shoot for 7 minutes I'm done shitting, niggas never spit it I'm high class, niggas' elementary Repetition, that's the definition I'm a Hot Boy under air conditionin'
I'll come to the party and start some trouble, my gun can shoot for a long time. I'm done with all the games, I'm on a higher level than everyone else. Repetition is what lesser rappers rely on, but not me. I'm a Hot Boy in cool air conditioning
Shoot the gun with the left arm limpin' George Jefferson in all seven minutes Got a hot girl off television With a very sticky unhairy kitty In the right position, screamin' "You're consistent"
I shoot my gun with style, like George Jefferson. I bagged a hot girl from TV with a great body, but a strange looking hairy vagina. But when we have sex, she enjoys my consistency
I sit there and listen like we talkin' business I don't need her out here filmin' niggas I'd really rather have her steal from niggas I really travel like a pilgrim, nigga Kush loud as Fred screamin' "Wilma!" nigga
I listen to her like we're discussing a business deal. I don't want her recording me or others, I prefer if she steals from them instead. I travel a lot, like a pilgrim, and I smoke potent weed that makes me yell 'Wilma'
I've been takin' time out to count the bands Break a promise in the promised land Going zagga zow off a zagga xans From the middleman to the Macho Man
I'm taking my time to count all my money. I might break promises, even in the promised land, and take some drugs to feel good. I went from being a middleman to being a tough guy, like the Macho Man Randy Savage
I've been talkin' shit up in Diddy house Went to Disneyland, talked to Mickey Mouse Then I figured out how to figure out What I was figurin' out, you figure it out
I've been talking trash at Diddy's house and went to Disneyland where I had a conversation with Mickey Mouse, then I figured out how to understand what I was figuring out
Got a trigger man with an extra hand My bitches sleep by my bitch's house So every party is a slumber party Sky is the limit, head in the clouds
I have a gunman with a spare hand whenever I need him. My women stay at my other woman's house. So every party I attend is essentially a slumber party. I'm shooting for the sky and I'm in my own world
While you runnin' round, I'ma run it up You dumb it down, I ain't dumb enough I hit the courtroom and stunk it up High comin' down, plug comin' up
While you're busy running around, I'm making money. You're talking nonsense, but I'm not foolish to follow you. I messed up in court, but I'm still high from my drugs and I'll find a new supplier to keep me that way
You gon' hold me down, you gon' hold me up You don't know me, but you know what's up And the coke was cut with some extra coke Showed her more than love, she just shoulder-shrugged
Will you support me or drag me down? You don't really know me like that, but you probably know the situation. The cocaine had more additive than usual, and I was really good to my girl, but she was indifferent
She don't know it's love, it's not important love As long as we can keep extortin' the plug Just let him bleed and ignore the blood Just let him be and ignore the buzz
She doesn't know I'm in love, but our relationship is based on financial gain. As long as we can exploit our drug dealer, we'll continue our relationship. Just let him suffer without caring about his welfare
Pour it up, catch a sugar rush Chopper full of rust, but it still bust Bust good as fuck, every bullet struck Like a hundred holes, got a hole-in-one
Let's have a drink and get high. My gun may be old but it still works well, every bullet hits with precision like hitting a hole-in-one in golf
Safe full as fuck, money full of dust And I'm pulling up in that "What the fuck?" That's a muscle car, got me lookin' buff If you look enough, you a mussel, punk
I have a safe full of money but it's covered in dust. I'm driving a flashy muscle car that makes me look strong. If you stare, you become a weakling
That's a Bugatti on steroids Bugatti on Chevron All-white like an Altoid All these rings on, call me bellboy
My supercar is like a Bugatti on steroids, fueled with Chevron gas. It's painted white like an Altoid. I'm wearing so many rings that I look like a bellboy
From the Teflon to the Kevlar Don't mean shit when your head off Make the top dog jump dead off And we keep his head for a memoir
From bulletproof material like Teflon to Kevlar, doesn't matter when your head is chopped off. We make even the highest-ranking person jump off a roof, and we keep their head as a memento
I sped off with the head off Goin' big Bruno on Mars Sippin' Longstar, turn a pornstar To a known star with a phone call
I escaped carrying the head of the person I killed. I'm moving superfast like Bruno Mars on Mars. Drinking Longstar beer and turn a pornstar to a known star with a single phone call
Hold up, murky, murky waters, yeah Purple, purple rivers, yeah Floatin' purple ribbons, yeah I'm cursed, but still religious, damn
Wait a minute, life is complicated and confusing like murky waters. Everything looks the same like purple water. Even the air is filled with purple smoke. But despite everything, I'm still religious
I've been poppin' 10's, yeah 'Cause my bitch pop all the 20's, damn Why you hatin' on the skinnys? Damn I met Satan, he was chillin', hold up
I take ten pills to feel good, but my woman takes twenty to get going. Why are you jealous of skinny people? Damn. I met Satan and he was relaxed, wait
Murky, murky waters Yeah, purple, purple rivers Floatin' purple ribbons Yeah, I'm cursed, but still religious Damn, take your clothes off Bitch, call your road dog Bitch, I feel like O-Dog Bitch, Boyz 2 Menace
Life is still murky and confusing like murky waters and purple rivers, but I still believe in God. Take off your clothes and let's get freaky. Call your friend and let's party. I feel confident like O-Dog from Menace II Society
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