Juicy - 2005 Remaster

作詞:CHRISTOPHER WALLACE, JAMES MTUME, JEAN CLAUDE OLIVIER, SEAN COMBS    作曲:CHRISTOPHER WALLACE, JAMES MTUME, JEAN CLAUDE OLIVIER, SEAN COMBS

Yea, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me
I'd never amount to nothing, to all the people that lived above the
Buildings that I was hustling in front of that called the police on
Me when I was just trying to make some money to feed my daughter
And all the niggas in the struggle, you know what I'm saying?

It's all good baby baby

It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt 'n' Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin pictures on my wall, every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock til my tape popped, smokin weed and Bambu, sippin on Private Stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack with the hat to match
Remember Rappin Duke? duh-ha, duh-ha, you never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight cause I rhyme tight, time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner, remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri, funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski (wassup)
I'm blowin up like you thought I would call the crib, same number same hood (that's right)
It's all good (it's aaalll good) And if you don't know, now you know, nigga

You know very well who you are
Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a few, but not that many
Cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty

I made the change from a common thief to up close and personal with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way, the Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me, now they write letters cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin stuff, I was too used to packin GATs and stuff
Now honeys play me close like butter play toast from the Mississippi down to the east coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks, sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin life without fear, puttin 5 karats in my baby girl's ears
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool, considered a fool cause I dropped out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood, and it's still all good
Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga

You know very well who you are
Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a few, but not that many
Cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty

Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis, when I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this
Fifty inch screen, money green leather sofa, got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat, no need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is lounging, celebrating every day, no more public housing
Thinking back on my one-room shack, now my mom pimps a Ac with minks on her back
And she loves to show me off, of course, smiles every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us, no heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days, now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay
Uh, damn right I like the life I live, 'cause I went from negative to positive, and it's all

And if you don't know, now you know, nigga

You know very well who you are
Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a few, but not that many
Cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty

You know very well who you are
Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a few, but not that many
Cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty