Is there anything more predictable than the ice-grillin' pose for hip-hop artists?
Back when The Game's Black Wall Street Records was beginning to become established, he signed this cat named Juice from Arizona. On Juice's Cube-inspired Death Certificate there was unwarranted acclaim and braggadocio unbecoming a rookie. On dude's debut he was talking about himself as the 'illest new rapper alive'. Shit was somewhat unfathomable, however he did craft a gem in King.
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January 4, 2010
Juice-King
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