Juicy J has released the video for “Talkin ‘Bout” feat. Chris Brown & Wiz Khalifa, a song that belongs to his latest album “Stay Trippy,” available from August 2013.

Watch the video below and tell us what you think!.

[Intro: Juicy J]
Swagger under
Trippy n-ggas… let’s get ratchet

[Hook x2: Wiz Khalifa (Juicy J)]
I’m loadin up and I’m ridin out, they talkin shit but they hidin out
Real n-ggas know what I’m talkin bout…
(I’m loadin up and I’m ridin out, they talkin shit but they hidin out)
(Real n-ggas know what I’m talkin bout…)

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
(Trippy, trippy, trippy, turn up)
Rack after rack, I got the sack, geeked up of beans, pack after pack (yeah ho)
Stay with the nina’ 2 cups and a zip, Juicy don’t fight I just empty them clips (yeah ho)
Blowing like cash, high off the gas, pay 20 stacks and they run up and blast (yeah ho)
Next time you’re see him this face on the shirt, next time car he ride in, stretch limo hearse
See why you n-ggas mad n-gga, that to me you so cash n-gga
Stuffed in a Louie bag n-gga, Juicy J be that n-gga
Big bag of that stank killer, codeine in my drink killer
Mostly n-ggas be lyin sayin they is but ain’t killers
N-gga wanna play with me, I’m a break him off
Give my youngins, they’ll do it, I’m a bring em out (get em)
They gon’ get on your ass then they flyin takin off (get em)
N-gga we gon take a life before we take a loss [gunshot]


[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
My diamonds sing like Ray J homie, every day’s a payday
Rollin up that KK, now it’s going down like mayday
All my n-ggas be chilling, stacking money to the ceiling
Used to smoking out the parking lot, now we owning a building oh
Used to tell n-ggas I was gonna here but they ain’t really understand
Now they see me in that brand new Rari and start to think I’m the man
Now my jeans cost a grand, now my shows fill the stands
Now they see that I’m ballin cause of how they bring in them bands, ooh
Now when n-ggas be tourin, now my money be foreign
All my n-ggas be scorin, section very important
I’m cakin up, you fakin up, I’m rollin weed when I’m wakin up
Instead of talkin shit and try to hate on us just grab a joint and come bake with us
(F-ck n-gga, hahahaha, uhh)


[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
(Look, okay, okay)
Front page, I’m on the news: n-gga call me a dropout
Real n-gga, 100, never needing no copout (nah)
Diamonds on my chain just pop off, you already know what I’m bout
Got bad bitches from overseas but I need a big ass from the south
Look at us, we made it, bottles up in the air now
25 racks a night, give a f-ck bout sweating your hair out
Getting trippy man with some frisky things; I am the shit and you n-ggas anus
‘Cause if I mention ya’ll I’m a make you famous you still ain’t nothing, I’m stainless
We famous, anything you want right now, baby girl just name it
And I’m a get real deep in the pussy; the number one n-gga, ain’t no need for replacement
Getting in my spaceship, I’m high as a bitch, fly as a bitch
Okay Juicy and Wiz, every day we do this shit


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