Had To Do It

[Intro: Juicy J & DJ Scream]

Pour that shit up, mane

Scream, Scream (Yeah, ho)

And Tito's and cranberry juice, nigga

New Juicy J

This right here is a celebration (Ayy)

This The Trippy Tapes, nigga (Ayy)

[Chorus: Juicy J & DJ Scream]

Gone off that liquor, that's a bad influence (Yeah)

I ain't tryna fuck ya, but baby, you can chew it (Ho)

I ain't fuckin' with you, talk too much and now you blew it (Yeah)

I ain't wanna cut the bitch off, but I had to do it (Ho)

Yeah, I had to do it, yeah, I had to do it (Huh?)

Heard my nigga hit too, got me lookin' stupid (What?)

Came over apologizin', ass lookin' juicy

I ain't wanna hit the bitch, but yeah, I had to do it

[Verse 1: Juicy J]

I can't even lie, them messy bitches had me paranoid

I stay twenty steps ahead, I don't ever let 'em know it

When you comin' from the slums and you try to stack your funds

Gotta stay up out the way 'cause good niggas be dyin' young

Can't be sharin' hoes with your bros, niggas get attached

Next thing you know, your own homie tryna get you scratched

You know being real is rare and the streets ain't never fair

It's a war zone in my city, it's like something in the air

Ain't no tellin', I built this from nothin', ain't shit you can tell me

My young nigga just turned twenty and he already a felon

Lot of niggas I came up with restin' in the cemetery

Urban legend, is it true that all dogs go to heaven?

[Chorus: Juicy J & DJ Scream]

Gone off that liquor (Yeah), that's a bad influence (Mhm, yeah)

I ain't tryna fuck ya, but baby, you can chew it (No way, ho)

I ain't fuckin' with you, talk too much and now you blew it (Yeah)

I ain't wanna cut the bitch off, but I had to do it (Ho)

Yeah, I had to do it (Yes, sir), yeah, I had to do it (Yes, sir, huh?)

Heard my nigga hit too, got me lookin' stupid (What?)

Came over apologizin', ass lookin' juicy

I ain't wanna hit the bitch, but yeah, I had to do it

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa & DJ Scream]

What? I ain't Cupid

All this jewelry, all this ice look like Rick the Ruler

I might do another verse and then cop a Muller

Someone, call my jeweler

Someone, call some bad bitches, we gon' start some rumors

I got weed and shrooms

I got presidential rooms

Bring some ki's through

Caught me lookin' at her thong

Her dress see-through

I just put three in the pool

I'm just, I'm just, I'm used to bein' that dude

Man, I had to roll another joint, she in a bad mood

Ooh, got a lot of ass, see, that's a handful (What?)

Ooh, I'ma give her more than she can handle (What?)

Ooh, for the streets, I heard she fucked my man too

[Chorus: Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa & DJ Scream]

Gone off that liquor, that's a bad influence (Yeah, hahaha)

I ain't tryna fuck ya, but baby, you can chew it (Goddamn, ho)

I ain't fuckin' with you (The fuck?), talk too much and now you blew it (Yeah)

I ain't wanna cut the bitch off (What?), but I had to do it (Ho)

Yeah, I had to do it (Huh?), yeah, I had to do it (Huh?)

Heard my nigga hit too, got me lookin' stupid (Damn)

Came over apologizin', ass lookin' juicy (Huh?)

I ain't wanna hit the bitch, but yeah, I had to do it (Damn)