Remix of AD’s “Juice” song that was on his last mixtape Blue:89[Intro: AD] Roll that dough, pour that drink Fingers to the sky give a damn what you think Tell 'em I got the juice [Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign] I got the juice, yeah From Adams all the way out to the Spruce, yeah The bitches gon' choose, yeah I'ma fuck her and I'ma give her the boot, yeah Purple, red and yellow, I'ma pour it up You a real nigga, you already know what's up Louis and Irene, I only smoke Louis or Irene Mix the Perc with the lean, hey TGOD, shout out to my nigga, AD You made it on your own that reminds me of me Still screaming all out Pushaz Ink Loyal to my niggas 'til I B.I.P I brought 20 pistols and a whole lot of ammo Ever since I could remember we been trappin' out the bando Nigga with it too If he got a issue somebody better tell 'em Nigga, that I got the juice [Verse 2: The Game] AD, I got the juice like Pac, blood Five hundred gangs in LA can't nobody stop blood Nigga with the shit yeah, fuck you bitch, yeah Let a nigga slip yeah, full clip, yeah I got the juice yeah Minute Maid man I got the juice yeah, lemonade stand Get a spray can, hit up on the walls my nigga Won't shit move in my city unless I'm involved my nigga Grocery bags, I got the juice by the way Organic shit, I eat the fruit out Jhené When she scared of a gangsta when he tipsy I feel like Meek, the first time he fucked Nicki [Chorus: AD] Tell 'em I got the Juice Look, wait a minute Tell 'em I got the Juice (Westside Compton nigga!) Look, By the way Tell 'em I got the Juice Look, wait a minute Tell 'em I got the Juice By the way [Verse 3: AD] God damn! I told 'em I would get it Niggas they didn't listen and Juice took over the city Ain't heard your songs in a minute, can turn the channel you'll hear it No major, I'm independent, you falling off or you finished Bet you that it hurts when you look youself in the mirror The man now feelin' like Michael Jack in a spirit I’m flying Virgin Jet, got tired of coaching with Spirit Grab the rock and I pivot, want war, whippin' with lyrics Have The Game in the kitchen go Compton is mine nigga YG he keep it funky, got Bompton on line nigga We have come this far, you out of your mind nigga The future of the Coast, I'm out of my time nigga [Verse 4: OT Genasis] Now how many hoes wanna suck this dick? 4 tours, 6 months now I'm so damn rich Gotta talk that crap, gotta walk that walk Try to pull up, then my gun gon' pop You niggas dead if you want this bread Got it on lock but I don't got dreads I'm the man in the city, double O with a chauffeur Had a little buz now you lookin' real sober Three chains, big wrist, new car move bricks Plus, I just bought a mansion that I'm hiding from my bitch If she ever catch me then it might be a pop-up Till then I'mma keep eating like Potluck Black on the wall, billboard charts Hundred millions views I will never loose [Chorus: AD] Tell 'em I got the Juice Look, wait a minute Tell 'em I got the Juice By the way Tell 'em I got the Juice Look, wait a minute Tell 'em I got the Juice By the way [Verse 5: IamSu!] (Ah, Woo HBK, yeah you know how we...) Smell it, let me inhale it, I'm stuffing bands in embelishments Swagger jacking repellent, I bag the swag up and sell it I woke up this morning, had thirty missed calls Bitches tryna get my dick out my Supreme drawers Know if the team involved, know it's some green involved Know if you need a hit we them niggas you need to call I'm a rich city nigga like Calvin T Cool as AC, got juice like AD Self made millionare, the money don't make me Time to go 18, I'm drinking that 18 If you ever had a question who was who Ask the Bay about Su, bet they tell you that I got the juice [Verse 6: K Camp] More juice than the average Fuck how you feel bitch I'm going Randy Savage Left wrist Rolex, right wrist karats Jiggy with my cup I got more colors than a parrot I got the juice, I got the juice Jumped out that Benz and I hopped in a coupe Hopped out that coupe then I jumped in a wraith Shout out my nigga, he just beat the case This is the remix, I'm on that T shit I got more juice it's a shame that you niggas still think you can see this Tropicana-tropicana We gon' get it poppin' from LA to Atlanta Bitches wanna bang I ain't talkin' bandanas I'm just here to set the standards Lil nigga [Outro: AD] Tell 'em I got the juice