Juice Dah Truth - Call Me Dah Juice (Intro) Lyrics

Call the referee
I'm too official
Blow the whistle
Sucker free you got an issue
Choppa bullets hit you
Couple bands for me to shoot
But I don't really hoop
Bitch I'm the man
Bitch I'm the truth
Call me dah juice!
Click like ah marchin band
Everybody got a drum
Do all the shit you can't
Bitch cause I'm the chosen one
Self made gettin paper
Boy I'm too legit
Self paid f*ck ah hater
Let the oozie spit
Doin numbers all the time like a Calculator
Im just ah yungin on my grind
Bitch I'll see ya later (Gone)
All gas; no brakes; never switching Lanes
Bout to crash on these lames like ah
F*ckin plane
Like I'm finna pop ah bean
Boy I'm finna roll
And I keep my pockets green
Fist full of gold
Heard you claimin you ah hitter
But I'd beg to differ
Now watch me paint that ass up
Make ya get dah picture
Sucka-free; whilst these otha niggaz
Lollipops
.223's lemme show you what I really got
I ain't Neva had no luck
I shot the leprechaun
Turned ah Honda to ah truck
Just like deceptacons
Shout out DJ Khaled; just shot me
Another one
Too f*ckin trigger happy
So I bought another gun
Gutta born; gutta raised; gutta til
I go
Gutta charm; gutta wave; wit ah Gutta flow
Takin pics wit dah green
We look good together
Too official wit dah team
Bitch I'm wit wat eva
Yeah bitch!
CALL ME DAH JUICE!
Yeah bitch!
CALL ME DAH JUICE!
Yeah bitch!
CALL ME DAH JUICE!
Yeah bitch!
CALL ME DAH JUICE!