Apple Juice

Lyrics

[Intro] Aw yeah I like this track, man Ayo B, here's the apple juice Get loose [Rap Breakdown: Bilal] Back By popular demand, its the Baby B Yo who can it be? On the M-I-C I'm takin' control of the scene on my own Don't keep ya daughters at home [Verse 1: Hakim] It's Hak The happy-go lucky go-happy When I get my hands on the nappy (Uh-huh) Ya might call me a dawg or a slut, trick, tramp But grown women call me a champ (That's right) And that's how I'm rollin' Police can't believe that my car ain't stolen (Fool) And it's hard to believe that I'm only sixteen Makin' all the green (Green) Baby B rollin' shotgun TJ in the back with a girl havin' fun Rollin' up to the highschool All the girls are screamin', yellin', and actin' a fool (Uh-huh) Now look who rolled up? It's Khiry, and now girls are just actin' up My boy Roy said it's kinda gettin' outta hand So we rolled out, to the burger stand Where I saw my man C-Note Suckin' on a rootbeer float I said "Yo bro, hop in the backseat" Yeah, now we rollin' posse deep (Yeah) Off to the mall To meet some girls: fat, skinny, short, and tall (Huh) Hey, looka the girl on the payphone Roll down the window and let me get my mack on (Haha) 'Cause that's what we love to do And thanks to Motown, the saga continues (Yeah) And I'mma stay true for ninety-two While I pass the fourty ounce, of of apple juice [Rap Breakdown: Bilal] Well its the baby, the baby The little Baby B (B) I'm short and kinda chubby, but I'm growin' like a tree (Tree) I may be just a stump I bump just like a speaker It make me mad 'cause the brothers tryna keep a Young brother down (What?) They make me sing backup But I got the mic and I'mma act up (Yeah) And get crazy, just a little nasty But I'mma stay smooth, 'cause that's more classy And stay true for the nine deuce While I pass the fourty of of apple juice (Hook) Pass the forty ounce, of apple juice Pass the forty ounce, of of apple juice Pass the forty ounce Pass the--of of apple juice Of of apple juice [Verse 2 and Acknowledgements: Hakim] It's about time, 'cause I've been waitin' to be noticed It's hard to believe that my tracks are the dopest I give props to Teddy Riley Of cruising the skins in my 535, g I got a girl named Shaniqua She cuss me out every time I mistreat her I got a girl in Compton Tight biker shorts, she keeps the bass pumpin' I got a cutie in the hills She love me so much, she give me hundred dollar bills I guess I got it goin' on And it feel so good on my cellular phone (Hey!) (Ha) I got a got a Skypager You can page me baby, I'll call you later I got a girl in France She said Dial My Heart with A Little Romance Wait baby, what are ya thinkin' of? This ain't Lucky Charm or A Thing Called Love 'Cause it's a new day Ninety-two and I'm the H-A-K And the feeling's real Ya say who's in a crew that chill? Well, at the top there's Khiry the king Now all the ladies scream, 'cause it's me, Hakim Then the Golden Voice, TJ And solo, oh no, it's Baby B Next in line is Big Gree You was down from the start, give mega props, G (Yeah) Roy Dog is rollin' strong Ah C-Note got it goin' on Mark Anthony and Dee Fella Joe Wolfe so smart he can break into a ready teller (Aha) What about Shawn and Sumo? Twelve gauge shots, Dee and Angelo, yo Tray-Ski on the cut Little man on the dance floor shakin' his butt (Haha) And the no joke John Engineer designer, make it drop like a bomb (What up loc?) Bucwheed, Spit-Anky, Alphie, St. Imey Lil' Wascals comin' in ninety-two And that's my crew And I'mma pass Baby B the apple juce (Hook) x2 Pass the forty ounce, of apple juice Pass the forty ounce, of of apple juice Pass the forty ounce Pass the---of of apple juice Pass the---of of apple juice [Rap Breakdown: Bilal] Sneakin' round the back of the movie theatre She said she loved me so I know it can't be her All cuddled up with Khiry (Yeah, that's her B) Yo Hak, where's that forty of apple juice? 'Cause I just might got to get loose TJ said "Yo, it ain't worth it" And he had a plan, that was perfect (Yeah) To blow the girl's house up Front page "Teen blown to smithereens" But I couldn't get loose I was outta apple juice (Collision: Bilal and Tajh) Yo B, man, you can't blow the girl's house, man Why not, man? C'mon C'mon man, it ain't that serious, man (You trippin') you can't blow her house up [Tajh's Acknowledgements] Now right about now, I'd like to say wassup to my Mom and my Dad And to my grandmother, Granny And to the rest of the Young Einstein crew And right about now, I'd like to say wassup to my homies Jay, Shan, Tom, AJ, John John, and Walt Stay true y'all And I'd like to say wassup to P-O-V I can still see y'all haulin' back in Jersey (Haulin' back to Jersey) And to the one and the only T to the E to the V to the I to the N Wassup man? And I'd like to send a special shout out to MC Trouble We love you and we're always thinkin' about you Peace