Juicy J – Everybody Gone Shoot lyrics

[Intro]
Shit wild, dawg
Blowin' good, blowin' good

[Chorus]
We blowin' good green and we sippin' on the goose
If your fuckin' women broad, then you fuckin' with the truth
Candypaint on the rides, twenty-fours and twenty-twos
Everybody got a strap and everybody gon' shoot (They gon' shoot)
We blowin' good green and we sippin' on the goose
If your fuckin' women broad, then you fuckin' with the truth
Candypaint on the rides, twenty-fours and twenty-twos
Everybody got a strap 'cause everybody gon' shoot (Scream)

[Verse 1]
I gotta shoot up your block, nigga, get your own block, nigga
Always sell yay, so I flip my own guap, nigga
Fuck are you fuck boys?
These chains cut boys
Will I let my goons lose you or you'll get touched, boy?
Call me the Juicy man, I ain't scared to shoot, man
Realest nigga in the game, call me truth, man
I'm not a star, bitch, but I'm like a star, bitch
Ol' school Chevy, ride with thirties, this the car, bitch
Charge 'em to the fullest, chicks wanna get with me
In the strip club tryna get some pussy (Pussy)
In my shows, fuckin' hoes, workin' in the kitchen
Call it what you want, man, that's how litty

[Chorus]
We blowin' good green and we sippin' on the goose
If your fuckin' women broad, then you fuckin' with the truth
Candypaint on the rides, twenty-fours and twenty-twos
Everybody got a strap and everybody gon' shoot (They gon' shoot)
We blowin' good green and we sippin' on the goose
If your fuckin' women broad, then you fuckin' with the truth (Yeah)
Candypaint on the rides, twenty-fours and twenty-twos
Everybody got a strap 'cause everybody gon' shoot (We heavy in the streets, bitch)

[Verse 2]
I took my ho to Magic, checkin', bought some bricks and blow
Triple beans and makin' soda in the studio
Niggas trippin' 'cause we took to Hollywood (Went to Hollywood)
I ain't tryna be no actor, I'm tryna get a plug (Nigga, get a plug)
'Cause a OG kusher, nigga smoker (Nigga smoker)
Had the weed of in the ties of a cheeseburger (Cheeseburger)
All in Cali', you can get the Ps for the low (Ps for the low)
And you ain't gotta ask the question, "Is this shit some dro?" (Is this shit some dro?)
And if you wanna freak, get high, got them big bags (Big bags)
What you see? I see kind of them Xanax (them Xanax)
Movin' pills, mixin' with liquor, make you panic (Panic)
I work so hard for this Wock', so I got that (I got that)

[Chorus]
We blowin' good green and we sippin' on the goose
If your fuckin' women broad, then you fuckin' with the truth
Candypaint on the rides, twenty-fours and twenty-twos
Everybody got a strap and everybody gon' shoot (They gon' shoot)
We blowin' good green and we sippin' on the goose
If your fuckin' women broad, then you fuckin' with the truth
Candypaint on the rides, twenty-fours and twenty-twos
Everybody got a strap and everybody gon' shoot