Juggin’ Songtext
von Chase & Status

Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck

I′m a real south-wester, telegram juggin'
Lime rack ridin′, faces skrrin'
Chefs on the block, you don't wanna get sliced or fried
You can′t smell that cookin′
Still tryna ball like Patrick Ewing
I slimed my man and the bond got ruined
Breach that line then you might get done
Breach my contract, buddy, I'm suin′


I'm a real south-wester, telegram juggin′
Lime rack ridin', faces skrrin′
Chefs on the block, you don't wanna get sliced or fried
You can't smell that cookin′
Still tryna ball like Patrick Ewing
I slimed my man and the bond got ruined
Breach that line then you might get done
Breach my contract, buddy, I′m suin'

Celly gone telly on and my celly on
Got smacked down holes like Teddy Long
They call on me for the bag, just carry on
Racks that ain′t got telly gone
Half my batch tryna be on what Melly on
Mask on like Jim Carrey on

Back then when I had a sword on me
Back then when I had a belly on
Six-five-four-seven-five, y tax this year
No, ain't switch my SIM
Four-six-five-eight-five-eight, layin′ it up
No, they ain't clip that bin
Bro got bagged with me, I ain′t seen him in years
Been a mad man like Viz
Been a mad man like Shane
Been a mad man like Linda
Been a mad man ever since


I'm a real south-wester, telegram juggin'
Lime rack ridin′, faces skrrin′
Chefs on the block, you don't wanna get sliced or fried
You can′t smell that cookin'
Still tryna ball like Patrick Ewing
I slimed my man and the bond got ruined
Breach that line then you might get done
Breach my contract, buddy, I′m suin'

Back then, I used to pay 25 for a CC like Sony did
Back then it was Nike Tech Stoney drip
LV poured the lean and slowly sipped
Didn′t slime my man but my homie did
Had a mask and blade like Shinobi did, huh

AB just got a pack and he don't do ticks like your Rollie did
Like Nestlé, he's tryna make drinks off cocoa
Now he needs a star for his war, Han Solo
Said that I′m mainstream, still keep it sho-sho
′Cause my work rate ain't go low
Back-back then it was uptown
See man go jail, come home and they′re rubbed out, huh
I was in school with a fat tie
Black Air Force on my shirt was tucked out

I'm a real south-wester, telegram juggin′
Lime rack ridin', faces skrrin′
Chefs on the block, you don't wanna get sliced or fried
You can't smell that cookin′
Still tryna ball like Patrick Ewing
I slimed my man and the bond got ruined
Breach that line then you might get done
Breach my contract, buddy, I′m suin'

I′m a real south-wester, telegram juggin'
Lime rack ridin′, faces skrrin'
Chefs on the block, you don′t wanna get sliced or fried
You can't smell that cookin'
Still tryna ball like Patrick Ewing
I slimed my man and the bond got ruined
Breach that line then you might get done
Breach my contract, buddy, I′m suin′