Touch da Sky First - Juice

Before I start my day, you know I gotta touch the sky first

Gotta touch the sky first, gotta touch the sky first

Before I make a play, you know I gotta touch the sky first

Gotta touch the sky first, gotta touch the sky first

Before I pull up on your baby mama, I gotta touch the sky first

'fore I step in Benihana’s, I gotta touch the sky first

Right before I pin the corner, gotta touch the sky first

Gotta touch the sky first, gotta touch the sky first

KK got my mind blown, roll up with a blindfold

Police jump behind me, I’m like OJ in that bronco

I just get my grind on, High-Tech in my styrofoam

Famous bitches sendin' naked pictures to my iPhone

I prefer the papers, got the pilot high off vapors

I might smoke an acre of a couple different flavors

Ride my Mercede, piss-pissin' off the neighbors

I’m just gettin' money so I don’t get why they hatin'

Before I deal with all this bullshit, I gotta get high

Chasin' money homie, I can’t leave a dollar behind

If you chase that money too, then we got a lot in common

I be smokin' more Os while I’m stackin' up my commas

Before I start my day, you know I gotta touch the sky first

Gotta touch the sky first, gotta touch the sky first

Before I make a play, you know I gotta touch the sky first

Gotta touch the sky first, gotta touch the sky first

Before I pull up on your baby mama, I gotta touch the sky first

'fore I step in Benihana’s, I gotta touch the sky first

Right before I pin the corner, gotta touch the sky first

Gotta touch the sky first, gotta touch the sky first

(Lex Luger!)

I spend the weekend at Frollies, kickin' it, tippin' some strippers

I got a headace, she gave me head, now I feel a lot better

I drink it straight from the bottle, I shoot it right off the hip

Stuff a Moonrock in the ground, 'bout to roll up a rocketship

I gotta take that bitch on knockin' her off, now my dick gone

Take a few shots to the dome, she say that she love me, then she poppin', gone

Might get us something to eat, later though, we probably drop us a bean

Drivin' our foreign machine with the bitches thinkin' it’s government cheese

Shinin' like a diamond, stun’n like Big Tymers

You know that Juicy stack more paper than a three ring binder

All day long I’m grind, only way we eat

And I don’t get no sleep unless on that lean

Before I start my day, you know I gotta touch the sky first

Gotta touch the sky first, gotta touch the sky first

Before I make a play, you know I gotta touch the sky first

Gotta touch the sky first, gotta touch the sky first

Before I pull up on your baby mama, I gotta touch the sky first

'fore I step in Benihana’s, I gotta touch the sky first

Right before I pin the corner, gotta touch the sky first

Gotta touch the sky first, gotta touch the sky first

Moonrocks, Hi-Tech

Get the weed, where my X, bitch?

Shots of the Henny, bottles of Patron

Blunts to your face, you don’t wanna sing no more

Shots of the Henny, bottles of Patron

Blunts to your face, you don’t wanna sing no more

Shots of the Henny, bottles of Patron

Blunts to your face, you don’t wanna sing no more

Shots of the Henny, bottles of Patron

Blunts to your face, you don’t wanna sing no more