Versuri Juicy J & Lex Luger – Riley lyrics
[Chorus: Juicy J, Lex Luger & DJ Scream]
I keep a lot of heat (Heat), like Pat Riley
Got them tools for your body parts, like O’Reilly
I ain’t jokin’, nigga (Nope), my name ain’t Rickey Smiley (Hell nah)
Fall up in the club and we start wildin’
I keep a lot of heat (Heat), like Pat Riley
Got them tools for your body parts, like O’Reilly
I ain’t jokin’, nigga (Nope), my name ain’t Rickey Smiley (Hell nah)
Fall up in the club and we start wildin’ (HOODRICH)
[Verse 1: Juicy J & Lex Luger]
These niggas out here snitchin’, they with the Rat Pack (Bop)
Hit ‘em with the chopper that’s the rat trap (Bop)
Find ‘em in a trash bag off the interstate (Bop)
House full of gangsta niggas, never renovate (Bop)
You snitchin’, you deserve to die, bloody murder
Hatin’ on another nigga ‘cause his trap workin’ (They hatin’)
Oh, you mad cause he fucked your bitch? Boy, you a ho (Keep goin’)
What the fuck do you expect? A ho gon’ be a ho (Bend over)
And your ho is a pro, fuck every nigga she know (Yeah)
You love her dirty drawers so you can’t let her go (What?)
You out here chasing pussy (What?), you should be chasing commas (What?)
I’ll cut your fingers off (What?) and mail them to your momma
[Chorus: Juicy J & Lex Luger]
I keep a lot of heat (Heat), like Pat Riley
Got them tools for your body parts, like O’Reilly
I ain’t jokin’, nigga (Nope), my name ain’t Rickey Smiley (Hell nah)
Fall up in the club and we start wildin’ (DJ Scream)
I keep a lot of heat (Heat), like Pat Riley
Got them tools for your body parts, like O’Reilly
I ain’t jokin’, nigga (Nope), my name ain’t Rickey Smiley (Hell nah)
Fall up in the club and we start wildin’ (HOODRICH, bitch, bitch)
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
By now, that clip is guaranteed to knock you down (Pussy)
Niggas talkin’ loud (Pussy), ‘til I come around (Pussy)
Pussy, what they talkin’ ‘bout?
Not a sound
Thought he was livin’ life, ‘til he met the ground (You know it)
AK-47, that’s my gun walk (You know it)
I don’t run my mouth, I let the gun talk (Don’t start it)
I’m in love with this Nina, can’t you see it ho (Can’t you see it?)
She got a body on her so I had to let her go (She gone)
I’m bout to start a riot, I’m on a money diet
I’m from the Mafia, ho, so I wouldn’t try it
He was screamin’, cryin’, so I didn’t buy it
Let the pistol sing to the nigga like Mariah
[Chorus: Juicy J & Lex Luger]
I keep a lot of heat (Heat), like Pat Riley
Got them tools for your body parts, like O’Reilly
I ain’t jokin’, nigga (Nope), my name ain’t Rickey Smiley (Hell nah)
Fall up in the club and we start wildin’
I keep a lot of heat (Heat), like Pat Riley
Got them tools for your body parts, like O’Reilly
I ain’t jokin’, nigga (Nope), my name ain’t Rickey Smiley (Hell nah)
Fall up in the club and we start wildin’
[Outro: Juicy J]
Fall up in the club, and we start wildin’
Fall up in the club, and we start wildin’
Written by: Juicy J / Lex Luger
