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the boys (r&b group) - 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 sl-t, 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 p-ss 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 cl-ssy
and stay true for the nine deuce
while i p-ss the fourty of of apple juice

(hook)
p-ss the forty ounce, of apple juice
p-ss the forty ounce, of of apple juice
p-ss the forty ounce
p-ss 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 b-ss 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 b-tt (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 p-ss baby b the apple juce

(hook) x2
p-ss the forty ounce, of apple juice
p-ss the forty ounce, of of apple juice
p-ss the forty ounce
p-ss the—of of apple juice
p-ss 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 w-ssup 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 w-ssup to my homies
jay, shan, tom, aj, john john, and walt
stay true y’all
and i’d like to say w-ssup 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
w-ssup 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

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