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