feat. Lil Jon, Snoop Dogg) Nigga you need to stop snitchin! All that yip-yappin and jaw-jackin N*gga if you scared, go to church You knew the job was dangerous when you took it Whattup it's the big boss Dogg Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C. And I'm bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube And I'm C-walkin on the motherf*ckin concrete Yo if you're f*cked up, put your cups up Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg, n*gga what's up See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler Yo it's either thank ya, or it's f*ck ya I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend (YEAH!) "Crunk Juice" n*gga run the club that you in (HEY!) You scary motherf*ckers don't wanna bring the ruckus (NAH!) You just spend all your time in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?) And if you walk by n*gga, I'ma knock fire nigga from yo' a*s, you can come try n*gga (HEY!) In the hood, all the way down South (YEAH!) I ain't Mike Jones, keep my name out'cha mouth b*tch (Mike Jones) We can get it crackin if it get to clickin clackin Look at Mr. Jackson, n*gga with no reaction If you scared, go to church, we gon' hit you where it hurts That don't work, we'll put you in the dirt Cause a whole lot of rappers make a whole lot of noise (hey) Lyrics full of steroids, n*ggaz paranoid (hey) And when you get that blowup, it make you throw up When you realize your favorite rapper ain't got no nuts If you a scared motherf*cker go to church (GO TO CHURCH) If you a gutter motherf*cker do your dirt (A DO YOUR DIRT) If you a down motherf*cker put in work (A PUT IN WORK) IF you a crazy motherf*cker go berzerk (A GO BERZERK!) Click clackin, pistol-packin, Crip raggin folio Who the only n*gga in the club with the toolio You ain't know? Yeah you did; there it was, there it is "Is that Coolio?" Naw b*tch, let me in Jibba-jabba snatcher get at ya, spit at actors & rappers Hang out with kidnappers and jackers Make money off crackers; can you imagine how I keep s*it crackin? It's the big boss Dogg I'm back in action and smashin I flash with the bling I sur-pass the supreme You don't really wanna have a clash with my team I mix hash with the green I'm the, last of the kings If I got a b*tch with me she got a*s in them jeans Rollin through yo' neighborhood, my Cadillac so clean Servin all you suckers cause you all dopefiends Just like that dopeman, n*gga what's up? You run up with that bulls*it I'll f*ck yo' ass up You scared, you scared You scared motherf*cker you scared You scared (you scared) you scared (you scared) You scared motherf*cker you scared (you scared) It goes one for the money (HEY) two for the show (YEAH) Three for the pussy, fo' for the glow (HEY) Five for the rookies, six for the pros (NAH) Seven for the numbers of them f*ckin zeroes (WHAT?) Eight for haters, nine for the cause Ten for my n*ggaz, behind big bars (HEY) F*ck these devils, and they laws (YEAH!) Never question the size of Ice Cube's balls