20 of the Best Lyrics From Juicy J’s ‘Rubba Band Business’ Album
Juicy J was making classic rap records back when your favorite freshman rapper was still potty training. The Memphis native helped to construct Southern hip-hop's sound and aesthetic throughout the 1990s and 2000s as one of the masterminds behind the legendary rap group Three 6 Mafia. He's since reinvented himself, not only as a solo artist still capable of crafting inescapable club anthems but also as a counsel to Wiz Khalifa's Taylor Gang.
The latest release from the storied vet is his new studio album Rubba Band Business, which finds Juicy J picking up where he left off with the this year's Gas Face and Highly Intoxicated mixtapes, rhyming alongside Travis Scott, A$AP Rocky, Ty Dolla Sign and Offset. With a production lineup that includes Lex Luger, DannyBoyStyles, Metro Boomin, Ben Billions, Murda Beatz, Mike WiLL Made It and R. City, Rubba Band Business is yet another turnt-up affair from Juicy.
With Juicy J's latest collection in heavy rotation, XXL highlights 20 of the best lyrics from Rubba Band Business. Did your favorite bars make the cut?
"Niggas do time flipping the yay/Niggas is dead, he got a grave/Nigga, I ain't playin', tryna get paid/Homie got hit 'cause he got in the way/Had to get out, shit is the same/Niggas insane all this shit change/They wanna a name, they out here spraying/They out here catching a body for fame" —Juicy J
"Sometimes you gotta cheat to stay ahead in this bitchah/Drank sizzurp like its liquor/Street life will have you catching up to god quicker/Stickah, AK-40 to your liver/Let the chopper bang on you like a blood or a crip, ah/Flippah, so much bread, I'm a gymnast/Made so much money off of dummies, a ventriloquist/Or a puppeteer, diamonds in my ear/New foreign ride every year, I'm in foreign gear" —Project Pat
"I be fuckin' on them dimes, a couple at the time/If a nigga want some beef, I need a couple nines/I done poured me up an 8th, at least a couple times/Don't make me pull up with that seven, blow a couple minds/I throw at least a couple chains on every time/I ain't gotta borrow shit, 'cause they all mine/I don't listen to their shit, 'cause they all lyin'/Appreciate the competition, nigga, thanks for trying" —Juicy J
"I know a couple niggas out here still slangin' hard/Couple niggas still with me, still play their part/Couple bitches out here still wanna break my heart/I told them bitches, 'I'm still pimpin', so that's gon' be hard'/Still know a couple niggas in an institution/Still know a couple bitches out here prostituting/Still know a couple reckless niggas, out here ruthless/That'll still break your jaw and leave your ass toothless" —Juicy J
"You save all your money for a rainy day/I'm the weatherman everyday a rainy day, nigga/And it's a light chance of snow, too/Fuck you looking at? I can snatch your hoe, too/I'm ballin' in the club, I feel like Jimmy Buckets/Bucket after bucket, your bitch wanna suck it/Fill it up with nothin' but that Bombay, fuck it/Let her pop a bottle now I gotta bust it" —Juicy J
"First, I wash that Lamb off then I hit the cash vault/Then I hit the local strip club and drop a bag off/Then I get some Blue Dream, ballin' up the gym/Make it rain 'til it flood, now the strippers gotta swim/This gon' be a long night, we gon' go up all night/Both my pockets stuffed, ain't no such thing as the wrong price" —Juicy J
"The real gon' outlast the fake/The money gon' outlast the hate/Got niggas in the system, tryna dodge the State/I'm out here in the jungle, tryna dodge the snakes/I can see 'em from a mile away/I'm just a nigga from around the way/Like a fat kid, I need all the cake/I'm out here in the jungle, tryna dodge the snakes" —Juicy J
"Niggas couldn't come to Memphis 'til they got a pass, nigga/I will take the check, but I really want the cash, nigga/A pound worth of greens, zoo sitting in the stash, nigga/We ain't pulling over for the blue, we do the dash, nigga" —Juicy J
"Perpetrate, impersonate, you too soft to catch a fade/I got niggas in these streets that touch more snow than Christmas Day/Blow my high, lose my cool, you gon' make the evening news/They can't find your head to ID you, they don't have a clue" —Juicy J
"You still ain't in the gang, I'm still up in the game/Send them my condolences, I'm 'bout to kill a game/Got a bitch named Mary Jane and that bitch is flame/I feel like I'm at the crib when I'm in the bank/I'm on too many thing, she on too much 'cane/I pull up in Mulsanne, take up too many lanes/They drive that bitch insane, she wanna give me brain/And you know we can't smoke it if it ain't that dank" —Juicy J
"Too many people, that be too many voices/And there's 300 bitches and 'bout 400 horses/And 'bout 500 Porches, get 600 extorted/Niggas actin' like hoes, then they ass get escorted up out the club hoe/With the snub nose, who the hell you gonna try?/Eyes low, hanging too high to a point where it feel like I already died" —Denzel Curry
"This that higher level stunting, make it rain a lot of hundreds/Gave that chick 30k to go get rid of her stomach/I'm a triple OG nigga 20 years and running/All my niggas down to ride like crash test dummies/And J don't stand in line, I ain't never never had to wait/I'm the realest in this game, I ain't never had to fake/Forgiatos on the classic like that bitch got on some skates/Having dinner with Obama smelling like a pound of hay" —Juicy J
"Pull up in the lowrider two hoes behind us/Police say that they can smell it but I make sure they don't find it/Hit the corner, slide the ash, Young Khalifa bout his cash/'Bout to build another whip and I ain't even got to brag/Three women got that bitch leanin'/Young Khalifa got the women screamin'" —Wiz Khalifa
"Getting paid like Ghost do/In the street, in the club too/Designer everything, Ric Flair/I can buy the rap game, brick fair/Buy the bar, smoke that caviar, I'm in the finest car/Push to start, I glow in the dark, I run up the charts/Redbone, vanilla, freaky broad, she gon' keep me hard/Black car, better play it smart, nigga we in charge" —Juicy J
"These fuck niggas keep hatin' on a G, but a nigga can't eat if he don't grind/Hitters gon' take your head off, AKA clothes line/Bankroll, I can't fold mine/Need a bougie bitch to roll mine/Nigga keep lookin' at all this ice/But I keep the heat on me like a stove iron" —Juicy J
"Bad-ass bitch on my timeline/Like three pics, then I pound sign/Dope came in at the right time/Cash came in at the right time/Your bitch came in at the night time/She told me that your bands wasn't like mine/Hop in the coupe with the butter seats/It's no cuffin' me, she just a slut to me" —Offset
"You're runnin' off with the pack/We runnin' up with the MAC/Real niggas don't fall off, real niggas fall back/Don't fall through my hood, fuck around and get jacked/Counting up by the racks, settin' traps for the rats/She told me 'Wait for the pussy,' I ain't never called back" —Juicy J
"She don't even know what I mean when I say she gotta do it for the team/Lean lean, won't do it for the 'gram, she'll do it for the green/Nah mean? Ching ching!/My plug don't speak no English and my weed is Jamaican/In Miami with Haitians, my shooters got no patience/I just got me two ladies, they get high and get naked/Shoot it all in their faces, swear to God this shit crazy" —Juicy J
"Bitch, you better go somewhere, get a light/Thirsty-ass bitch tryna get this ice/Lame-ass bitch tryna jack my Rollie/Bitch couldn't see me even on Skype/Kobe and Shaq all in my Sprite/Whiskey, champagne coming in all night/Nigga I'm good, you can't comprehend/I'm tired of givin' broke ass niggas advice" —Juicy J
"That pussy ain't really worth bragging 'bout/But the pretty little bitch got a nasty mouth/On the Snap, on the sink, and her ass is out/I bet these niggas be cashing out/Pull up in the drop, bet I touch that spot/Shawty wanna ball, better touch that rock/Let her touch that paper, never touch that work/If you ain't gon' shoot don't touch that Glock" —Juicy J