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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Clean Version] (2003)
[Dj Paul:] Three Six Mafia, you scared 2003 six is goin down
[Intro] You scared hoe what what what You scared hoe what what what You scared hoe what what what Kickin in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys [rpt 2x] [Dj Paul] Bust in with that 45 make them bitches back it up Catch them ridin on them thangs make them bitches jack it up Here they got that pot it man make them bitches bag it up Finally got that money man make them bitches sag it up Take it to the spot man now its time to crank it up Don't play tomorrows a brighter day I gotta pack it up Means I bees the first up on the block I guess to rack it up Pocket full of stones oh boy I gotta track it up Fuckin wit you snitches man don't make me wanna hang it up But lookin at a empty plate dont' make me wanna keep it up Any nigga with that work gon make me wanna kreep it up Even though my pockets don't got deep they ain't got deep enough Wishin I could rob me a bank but I ain't theif enough I keep it in the hood to rob a nigga chart they sleep enough That is bout the time I get my back then I need it up Time to find another boy time I gettin a rita [Chorus] I think I got them scared I think that they scared of me I think you bitch you scared I think that they scared of me I think I got them scared I think that they scared of me Kickin in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys [rpt 2x] [Juicy J] Which one of you rappers wanna feel them shots Sayin that Juicy J fuck you out your record money flop Hope you know these north memphis soldiers keep a plastic glock Stand infront of your house I'm bout to buck you cowards on the spot Heard you talkin loud at the tuff I guess to gang your pops Man this ain't no radio station boy quit tryin to pump your watch Police yellow tape somebody blood they wipin wit a mop What a witness saw when we here roll on down your corner block The mafia boys we got the toys make you drop it off Pass me the gun I take the handle then saw it off Bust in the bank and make you faint before I knock it off Humm on the drank and full of dank ready to break the law I see them fuzz I see we won cause I won it all So fucken scared you talkin gahos want it oh want it oh But we don't care we like em dallas standin ten feet tall Buckin you blastin you watch you splatter on the fucken wall [rpt chorus] [Lord Infamous] Creepin carefully through the street because it very real in the field Ain't no love for pity ain't nobody cut you no deal Everyone I know they do whatever just to get a meal Or whats in the bottle or the baggie or whats under seal Careful of the company you keep everyone a treal Cause when robbas mobbas double jaw just to bust appeal You got hustlas dealas bankin every town every field Guess what I don't hang around the brothas so so mass a gil [Crunchy Black] Crunchy Black in this bitch I'm bout to bring the pain Ain't no gang in my slang do you understand Mess with me then your messin with the grownest man Where I'm from from the slum niggaz shootin a thang On the run now you see me in the papers man They was tryin to stop a nigga from doin his thang Cant ya mug is the song that I'm singin man Hypnotize got me gold diggin for the chain [rpt chorus] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Explicit Version] (2003)
[Dj Paul:] Three Six Mafia, you scared 2003 six is goin down
[Intro] You scared hoe what what what You scared hoe what what what You scared hoe what what what Kickin in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys [rpt 2x] [Dj Paul] Bust in with that 45 make them bitches back it up Catch them ridin on them thangs make them bitches jack it up Here they got that pot it man make them bitches bag it up Finally got that money man make them bitches sag it up Take it to the spot man now its time to crank it up Don't play tomorrows a brighter day I gotta pack it up Means I bees the first up on the block I guess to rack it up Pocket full of stones oh boy I gotta track it up Fuckin wit you snitches man don't make me wanna hang it up But lookin at a empty plate dont' make me wanna keep it up Any nigga with that work gon make me wanna kreep it up Even though my pockets don't got deep they ain't got deep enough Wishin I could rob me a bank but I ain't theif enough I keep it in the hood to rob a nigga chart they sleep enough That is bout the time I get my back then I need it up Time to find another boy time I gettin a rita [Chorus] I think I got them scared I think that they scared of me I think you bitch you scared I think that they scared of me I think I got them scared I think that they scared of me Kickin in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys [rpt 2x] [Juicy J] Which one of you rappers wanna feel them shots Sayin that Juicy J fuck you out your record money flop Hope you know these north memphis soldiers keep a plastic glock Stand infront of your house I'm bout to buck you cowards on the spot Heard you talkin loud at the tuff I guess to gang your pops Man this ain't no radio station boy quit tryin to pump your watch Police yellow tape somebody blood they wipin wit a mop What a witness saw when we here roll on down your corner block The mafia boys we got the toys make you drop it off Pass me the gun I take the handle then saw it off Bust in the bank and make you faint before I knock it off Humm on the drank and full of dank ready to break the law I see them fuzz I see we won cause I won it all So fucken scared you talkin gahos want it oh want it oh But we don't care we like em dallas standin ten feet tall Buckin you blastin you watch you splatter on the fucken wall [rpt chorus] [Lord Infamous] Creepin carefully through the street because it very real in the field Ain't no love for pity ain't nobody cut you no deal Everyone I know they do whatever just to get a meal Or whats in the bottle or the baggie or whats under seal Careful of the company you keep everyone a treal Cause when robbas mobbas double jaw just to bust appeal You got hustlas dealas bankin every town every field Guess what I don't hang around the brothas so so mass a gil [Crunchy Black] Crunchy Black in this bitch I'm bout to bring the pain Ain't no gang in my slang do you understand Mess with me then your messin with the grownest man Where I'm from from the slum niggaz shootin a thang On the run now you see me in the papers man They was tryin to stop a nigga from doin his thang Cant ya mug is the song that I'm singin man Hypnotize got me gold diggin for the chain [rpt chorus] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
You scared hoe what what what You scared hoe what what what You scared hoe what what what Kickin in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys [rpt 2x] [Dj Paul] Bust in with that 45 make them bitches back it up Catch them ridin on them thangs make them bitches jack it up Here they got that pot it man make them bitches bag it up Finally got that money man make them bitches sag it up Take it to the spot man now its time to crank it up Don't play tomorrows a brighter day I gotta pack it up Means I bees the first up on the block I guess to rack it up Pocket full of stones oh boy I gotta track it up Fuckin wit you snitches man don't make me wanna hang it up But lookin at a empty plate dont' make me wanna keep it up Any nigga with that work gon make me wanna kreep it up Even though my pockets don't got deep they ain't got deep enough Wishin I could rob me a bank but I ain't theif enough I keep it in the hood to rob a nigga chart they sleep enough That is bout the time I get my back then I need it up Time to find another boy time I gettin a rita [Chorus] I think I got them scared I think that they scared of me I think you bitch you scared I think that they scared of me I think I got them scared I think that they scared of me Kickin in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys [rpt 2x] [Juicy J] Which one of you rappers wanna feel them shots Sayin that Juicy J fuck you out your record money flop Hope you know these north memphis soldiers keep a plastic glock Stand |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Clean Version] (2003)
[Chorus]
WOLF, WOLF! All you want, run your mouth in the street But you AIN'T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me I don't give a MOTHERFUCK if you a hundred deep But you AIN'T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me [Verse One: Lord Infamous] Tell them hoes they get slapped, and them niggaz get stomped If crunk was a .44 this be the pump Hit the floor like a maniac, everybody thump 'Cause nobody bump like the Hypnotized bump So rush them to the left, push them to the right Fuck a nigga up wanna start some shit tonight Bust some heads fuck it, bust a motherfucking leg Bust dem rude boys up with the naughty dreads Rush 'em up, push 'em grab 'em and slam 'em Swing dem elbows boy drop that hammer! Juiceman, Paul, Lord Infamous, and Crunch I dare you niggaz to throw the first punch We ain't satisfied 'till a nigga leave paralyzed Underground out warning out it's the Hypnotized Chaos, destruction, mayhem, panic Lose your motherfucking bitch do some damage! [Chorus - 2X] [Verse Two: Juicy "J"] ["North, North" repeated through the entire verse] What the fuss about? Is it cause a nigga got dough? What the cuss about is it cause a nigga got hoes? Hate to be the one to tell ya that a player got your honey Got her working up in here niggaz taking all her money In the back of a black Cadillac suck-n-jack Niggaz kill for them X pills, trying to clean our cataracts Sitting in the front like a mack, smoking sacks This is real smoking Laden kills, playing a game of "Pass it back" If I buy a brand new car, haters get mad If I buy some shoes for the bitch, haters get sad If I get your brains blow out, then they crying TV's as they bump off in the rear, then they dying I close a lot of doors I pimp a lot of whores I fuck your main gal and she's down on all four I'm straight from the North I'm down to the core It's in my fucking veins, and it sweating out my pores [Chorus - 2X] [Verse Three: Dj Paul] They never take me alive, I'm getting high with my .45 Stash in my ride, watching haters in they eyes I rather go in a blaze then be taken by some bitches I seem I'm doing better since I got away from snitches I'm the rawest, quick the break the lamest Really all they saw is how quick I broke his rawest Your dog DJ Paul AKA the K.O.'Em (Memphis) Slap naggers in they mouth cause they act like women We out the fucking frizame, we're off the fucking chizain I keeps me a tone, don't you dare step to me mane I lives in the south where them thugs outta control You look off in they mouth you see a whole lotta gold I love to load clips, I love to shoot guns I love to load bullets in they back when they run These niggaz talk shit around they click just for fun But see 'em in the streets the motherfuckers play dumb, nigga! [Chorus - 2X] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Explicit Version] (2003)
All you want, run your mouth in the street
But you AIN'T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me I don't give a MOTHERFUCK if you a hundred deep But you AIN'T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me [Verse One: Lord Infamous] Tell them hoes they get slapped, and them niggaz get stomped If crunk was a .44 this be the pump Hit the floor like a maniac, everybody thump 'Cause nobody bump like the Hypnotized bump So rush them to the left, push them to the right Fuck a nigga up wanna start some shit tonight Bust some heads fuck it, bust a motherfucking leg Bust dem rude boys up with the naughty dreads Rush 'em up, push 'em grab 'em and slam 'em Swing dem elbows boy drop that hammer! Juiceman, Paul, Lord Infamous, and Crunch I dare you niggaz to throw the first punch We ain't satisfied 'till a nigga leave paralyzed Underground out warning out it's the Hypnotized Chaos, destruction, mayhem, panic Lose your motherfucking bitch do some damage! [Chorus - 2X] [Verse Two: Juicy "J"] ["North, North" repeated through the entire verse] What the fuss about? Is it cause a nigga got dough? What the cuss about is it cause a nigga got hoes? Hate to be the one to tell ya that a player got your honey Got her working up in here niggaz taking all her money In the back of a black Cadillac suck-n-jack Niggaz kill for them X pills, trying to clean our cataracts Sitting in the front like a mack, smoking sacks This is real smoking Laden kills, playing a game of "Pass it back" If I buy a brand new car, haters get mad If I buy some shoes for the bitch, haters get sad If I get your brains blow out, then they crying TV's as th |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
WOLF, WOLF! All you want, run your mouth in the street But you AIN'T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me I don't give a MOTHERFUCK if you a hundred deep But you AIN'T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me [Verse One: Lord Infamous] Tell them hoes they get slapped, and them niggaz get stomped If crunk was a .44 this be the pump Hit the floor like a maniac, everybody thump 'Cause nobody bump like the Hypnotized bump So rush them to the left, push them to the right Fuck a nigga up wanna start some shit tonight Bust some heads fuck it, bust a motherfucking leg Bust dem rude boys up with the naughty dreads Rush 'em up, push 'em grab 'em and slam 'em Swing dem elbows boy drop that hammer! Juiceman, Paul, Lord Infamous, and Crunch I dare you niggaz to throw the first punch We ain't satisfied 'till a nigga leave paralyzed Underground out warning out it's the Hypnotized Chaos, destruction, mayhem, panic Lose your motherfucking bitch do some damage! [Chorus - 2X] [Verse Two: Juicy "J"] ["North, North" repeated through the entire verse] What the fuss about? Is it cause a nigga got dough? What the cuss about is it cause a nigga got hoes? Hate to be the one to tell ya that a player got your honey Got her working up in here niggaz taking all her money In the back of a black Cadillac suck-n-jack Niggaz kill for them X pills, trying to clean our cataracts Sitting in the front like a mack, smoking sacks This is real smoking Laden kills, playing a game of "Pass it back" If I buy a brand new car, haters get mad If I buy some shoes for the bitch, haters get sad If I get your brains blow out, then they crying TV's as th |
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from Gangsta Boo - Enquiring Minds (2000)
{Man1: talking}
You think they have any idea you think they know were coming {Man2: talking} Those people are paranoid they figure somebody's coming They just don't know when {Man1: talking} I don't know my gut says they have no idea {played in background throughout various parts of song} {Girl: singing} Yo se yo se Yo se lo que tiene pa' me Yo se yo se Yo se lo que tiene pa' me I know I know I know what you got for me I know I know I know what you got for me (Prophet Posse: mafia mafia mafia ya) {Lord Infamous} You hit the corner quick as fuck slipped in the puddle and you fell I stepped over your shoulders then I rough rocked your bells The Zima's on the rims are yelling flex are hella rough I'm coming hit man style and leave your pillow filled with slugs Motherfuck watch I huff then I puff wet you up When the mourners gumming on Coke and Rum doing devil stuff Kaiser Soze Tear da Club up Thugs I yell it out loud Scarecrow I keep ganja smoke flying out my mouth {ScanMan} Another war kamikazes drop them bodies onto the shore I thought there were no more Enemy Three 6 me and Crunchy bomb they click So on the train in the rain Scans waiting for you man When I get ya extracts brain and wash your remains down the drain So blast my words will hit you harder than a gun Six-thousand sounds of funk weighing more than a ton So why would you wanna run your mouth and have some anna Your questions all ask about my baby Scandalous {Crunchy Black} There's no cries in my life there's no games that I wont play There ain't no hoe up in me nigga bitch get out my fucking way Nigga I rob nigga I steal nigga I put your body in a field Three 6 Mafia Prophet the Posse-a Still coming up trying to kick this shit real {Koopsta Knicca} Chrome it be's your girly friend and now its me they want me Rid all my head let suffering take me from this bondage Why must I emphasis a white guy can be waiting Satan he holds my hand oh lord I hope your listening Come on in let me take you on a ride (on a ride) Inside I fail to realize (realize) There is the holding cell of Koopsta ain't no changing it I'm dead bolt I'll be dead before more suffering sets in sets in {Juicy J} There be trouble when you see me (when you see me) Call me psychotic or your very closest enemy (closest enemy) There ain't no flodging cause these Memphis niggas snort p (yeah they snort p) And drink that motherfucking Hennessey and smoke weed (smoke weed) Yeah I'm that fool that's everlasting like the M-O-B (M-O-B) And I'm that fool that's quick to blast if you fuck with me (if you fuck with me fool) And if you ask me where I'm from I'll tell you Evergreen (dope niggas Evergreen) And if you ask me why I slum its just the look in me (yeah thats right) {MC Mack} Aight I'm bumping Kaze up in my changer getting high yo from the sounds Juice and DJ lace the track we blowing up foe trick not down Thinking of lyrics from the past I'm making bitches pay the cost Since we ain't taking any kind of lost I be MC Mack the under boss With the Killa Klan Kaze ready to ride and do what need to be done (you know the business) The Triple Six Mafia and Prophet Posse Leave more heat than the fucking sun I'll be done in a second therefore you act as if we gotta attack em What's the conclusion from all this shit I really don't know I guess we'll watch out for it {DJ Paul} (in background: Project Pat: P-R-O-P-H-E-T Posse) (in background: DJ Paul: who we be) Arresting you niggas I got head on yall holler that I'm dead wrong Shoot out before I make it some split a nigga fuckin dome Got shit to make your whole hood battle Yall hoes ain't seen an Uzi's arrow From dusk to dawn leaving bodies numb with my gun Shoot I'll tell ya I's on that blow Prophet Posse with me hoe Or with Tear da Club up Thugs weapons like a GI Joe Walk up to the sissy nigga where nothing can save him Now sit back relax and let this 12 inch gauge in {Project Pat} Automatic gunfire when your time to die left you in a coma Fucking off with busters in these streets got you causing drama Marijuana feels my congregation your affiliation With the wrong click of motherfuckers got annihilation On your program who's the man with the master plot Fresh up out the pen once again with the mask and glock Shot you point blank range feeling strange put that ass in shock Project got an answer for you bitches Posse closing shop {Gangsta Boo} Nigga, nigga what whatcha whatcha wanna do With your pussy ass crew trying to get a load of Boo I be the one to bring the pain bring the rain on a sunny day Smiling in your face mean mug it with a pistol play Know you bitches out to hate me I'm self explanatory I'll leave you wet like a fat pussy in an orgy Snatch your fucking soul I'm the cold that's in the winters hoe Mess with me you die you cant tango with my .44 Drinking on some Henn and some V and some P it be in me bitch Smoking on some weed 100% it be fire bitch What you trying to do I done already did it baby If you wanna rumble come get your ass up don't be a baby Plain as it may be we done talked around each one of your cities Ask my brother Eric he be witnessing what he ain't seen But she don't bother no one she be Mrs. Lady claiming clout On your ass we'll make a test to blast what they talking bout {Project Pat (DJ Paul)} P-R-O-P-H-E-T Posse (Who we be) x8 Hoe (haha) {Prophet Posse} Mafia mafia mafia ya (*repeat til fade*) |
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from Dj Kayslay - The Streetsweeper Vol.2 (2004)
We Some north side niggaz and we runnin this shit
We some south side niggaz and we runnin this shit We some east side niggaz and we runnin this shit We some west side niggaz and we runnin this shit We some north side niggaz and we runnin this shit We some south side niggaz and we runnin this shit We some east side niggaz and we runnin this shit We some west side niggaz and we runnin this shit [DJ Paul] I'm from that Memphis 10 Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that ATL hoe Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that DC Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from That Clevland Hoe Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that nashville Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Jackson 10 Hoe Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Shi Town Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Richland VA Who gives a f**k where you from Now you don't want no drama boy cause we the drama kings And you don't want no anna boy cause we the anna kings Dont even talk about guns cause we quick to sling And when it comes to beef boy we some burger kings Catch you with the small 22. that I had in my bouge Had that other hand had pulled first but you was scared to shoot Three 6 Mafia for 12 years We've been getting it crunk The kings from Memphis man riding in my Chevy Truck [Lil Wyte] I'm from the bay I thrown them bows Who gives a f**k where you from F**k you to I be the motherf**ker totin the gun With automatic triggers Chrome handles Red lights to keep you sighted My shit on the rising I'm combining platinum with some diamonds Keep the room rotating like spinners to get you out your seat sensation or vibration as soon as you hear the f**kin beat Its the ones you love to hate same ones you intimidate bring it to the f**kin floor I might respect your f**king state [bitch] I'm from that Birmingham Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Corpres Cristy Hoe Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Miami Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Harlem Hoe Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Brooklin Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that BX Hoe Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Queens Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Statin Island Hoe Who gives a f**k where you from Raise Your Thugs Up [Juicy J] North North Three 6 Mafia Three 6 Mafia Runnin thangs drankin with the drama king Swingin from the left to the right on that purple lean If you got a choppa in your hand than pop that Rob on these cowards tell them D-Boys to drop that Show up at your house disrespecting like a f**king trick Go and get your hood little scary we can handle this Like I told you boys juicy j is on that M-Town Got that cheese coming in choking green by the pound [Frayser Boy] I'm rolling with the Three 6 let em peep this Make the heat spit Leave em speechless You don't won't no beef trick If its ana that you want ana what you get Frayser Boy catch me in that bay and don't you forget Reppin where you comming from Make you duck and run Heckteck when them bullits come They miss you then you lucky son All I do is Raise our thug Know we gon be click tight Aint no understandin when we come Best to get right boy I'm from that Dallas Tx Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Bay Area Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Denver Hoe Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Oklahoma City Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Albsany Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Gary Indiana Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Indianapolis Hoe Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Milwalkee Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from [Cruncky Black] I deep in in I represent It [east side hoe] For yall hataz that hate to get with me Yal dont want ot go to war now Yall dont want to go against hypnotize now We been taking care of our f**king buisness So your hoes might as well get wicked If you want to swing them thangs then hit me Got them hypnotize soldiers with me [Lord Infamas] In case you havent heard we won the championship And if you say three six aint it you will get smacked in the lip Now don't nothin stop Infamous from getting stoned For the rest of the days I take this dro to the dome Know that your jumpin all around if your bumping this World domination couse when the smoke clears The Unbreakables will come to hit you in yo ear [in yo ear] I'm from that Missassippi Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Carlina Hoe Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Michigan Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Caltimore Hoe Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Kentucky Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Minnesota Hoe Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that California Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Arizona Hoe Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that St Luis Hoe Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Orlando Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Lil Rock Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that New Orleans Hoe Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Houston Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown [Clean Version] (2005)
When I Pull Up At The Club Lyrics
Does it real good Does it real good [Chorus: x2] Now when I pull up at the club I'm lookin so clean Seventy seven Cut Dog painted lime green Today I'm married and my wife don't play If ya want-if you want me to treat you ugly bitch you gotta pay [DJ Paul] Can it be Rolls that pull all these hoes Or could it be my Cadillac wit 20-inch Vogues Can it be my mansion in Memphis jacuzzi Or could it be my crib in Florida on the beach Can it be the ten million records that I sold Or can it be the first one that ever go gold Whatever it be like y'all jaw cause I don't stop Continuously to make a ho draws drop, yeah [Juicy J] I used to always wonder why my girls have fits When I walk up out the mall they be lookin at me pissed Maybe just becuz I ball ridin eight or nine whips And my name is Juicy J and I ain't payin no bitch When I was broke as a joke they didn't wanna get wit me Till I bought a Maybach now they all wanna lick me Wit a Playboy mansion downtown in the city And the hoes lined up like ninety centy pennies [Chorus: x2] [Paul Wall] I got the candy drippin' stains off the frame when I'm switchin' lanes I'm in the slab glass house swangin' grippin' grain They tellin' me I'm the mane stangin' licks to make a gain Livin' life in the fast lane gettin' money I can't complain These boppers see me ridin' swangin' wanna taste the fame But you gotta break that bread wit me baby I'm married to the game I fell in love wit stackin' change I'm addicted to countin' cash I ain't worried bout naan ho I ain't concerned wit naan ass I'm bout that dollar get it right I'm not out here lookin' for a wife I'm out here on that top flight on the grind all day and night I'm a baller I'm a pimp I'm a thug and I'm a hustler If you want some of this lovin' break bread girl you a customer [Chorus: x2] [Crunchy Blac] See she's a freak ho let me tell you all a-bout it I met her in the Valley and the valley ain't Cali She tried to act shy but I knew she was bout it Hotter than a summer day when it ain't cloudy She say she want cheese but that's no doubt it She just another ho I'ma hit then I'm out it I'm just like Jody out the back door see Hidin' my face cause her old man know me [Chorus: x4] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown [Explicit Version] (2005)
When I Pull Up At The Club Lyrics
Does it real good Does it real good [Chorus: x2] Now when I pull up at the club I'm lookin so clean Seventy seven Cut Dog painted lime green Today I'm married and my wife don't play If ya want-if you want me to treat you ugly bitch you gotta pay [DJ Paul] Can it be Rolls that pull all these hoes Or could it be my Cadillac wit 20-inch Vogues Can it be my mansion in Memphis jacuzzi Or could it be my crib in Florida on the beach Can it be the ten million records that I sold Or can it be the first one that ever go gold Whatever it be like y'all jaw cause I don't stop Continuously to make a ho draws drop, yeah [Juicy J] I used to always wonder why my girls have fits When I walk up out the mall they be lookin at me pissed Maybe just becuz I ball ridin eight or nine whips And my name is Juicy J and I ain't payin no bitch When I was broke as a joke they didn't wanna get wit me Till I bought a Maybach now they all wanna lick me Wit a Playboy mansion downtown in the city And the hoes lined up like ninety centy pennies [Chorus: x2] [Paul Wall] I got the candy drippin' stains off the frame when I'm switchin' lanes I'm in the slab glass house swangin' grippin' grain They tellin' me I'm the mane stangin' licks to make a gain Livin' life in the fast lane gettin' money I can't complain These boppers see me ridin' swangin' wanna taste the fame But you gotta break that bread wit me baby I'm married to the game I fell in love wit stackin' change I'm addicted to countin' cash I ain't worried bout naan ho I ain't concerned wit naan ass I'm bout that dollar get it right I'm not out here lookin' for a wife I'm out here on that top flight on the grind all day and night I'm a baller I'm a pimp I'm a thug and I'm a hustler If you want some of this lovin' break bread girl you a customer [Chorus: x2] [Crunchy Blac] See she's a freak ho let me tell you all a-bout it I met her in the Valley and the valley ain't Cali She tried to act shy but I knew she was bout it Hotter than a summer day when it ain't cloudy She say she want cheese but that's no doubt it She just another ho I'ma hit then I'm out it I'm just like Jody out the back door see Hidin' my face cause her old man know me [Chorus: x4] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown [Screwed and Chopped] (2005)
When I Pull Up At The Club Lyrics
Does it real good Does it real good [Chorus: x2] Now when I pull up at the club I'm lookin so clean Seventy seven Cut Dog painted lime green Today I'm married and my wife don't play If ya want-if you want me to treat you ugly bitch you gotta pay [DJ Paul] Can it be Rolls that pull all these hoes Or could it be my Cadillac wit 20-inch Vogues Can it be my mansion in Memphis jacuzzi Or could it be my crib in Florida on the beach Can it be the ten million records that I sold Or can it be the first one that ever go gold Whatever it be like y'all jaw cause I don't stop Continuously to make a ho draws drop, yeah [Juicy J] I used to always wonder why my girls have fits When I walk up out the mall they be lookin at me pissed Maybe just becuz I ball ridin eight or nine whips And my name is Juicy J and I ain't payin no bitch When I was broke as a joke they didn't wanna get wit me Till I bought a Maybach now they all wanna lick me Wit a Playboy mansion downtown in the city And the hoes lined up like ninety centy pennies [Chorus: x2] [Paul Wall] I got the candy drippin' stains off the frame when I'm switchin' lanes I'm in the slab glass house swangin' grippin' grain They tellin' me I'm the mane stangin' licks to make a gain Livin' life in the fast lane gettin' money I can't complain These boppers see me ridin' swangin' wanna taste the fame But you gotta break that bread wit me baby I'm married to the game I fell in love wit stackin' change I'm addicted to countin' cash I ain't worried bout naan ho I ain't concerned wit naan ass I'm bout that dollar get it right I'm not out here lookin' for a wife I'm out here on that top flight on the grind all day and night I'm a baller I'm a pimp I'm a thug and I'm a hustler If you want some of this lovin' break bread girl you a customer [Chorus: x2] [Crunchy Blac] See she's a freak ho let me tell you all a-bout it I met her in the Valley and the valley ain't Cali She tried to act shy but I knew she was bout it Hotter than a summer day when it ain't cloudy She say she want cheese but that's no doubt it She just another ho I'ma hit then I'm out it I'm just like Jody out the back door see Hidin' my face cause her old man know me [Chorus: x4] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown (2006)
When I Pull Up At The Club Lyrics
Does it real good Does it real good [Chorus: x2] Now when I pull up at the club I'm lookin so clean Seventy seven Cut Dog painted lime green Today I'm married and my wife don't play If ya want-if you want me to treat you ugly bitch you gotta pay [DJ Paul] Can it be Rolls that pull all these hoes Or could it be my Cadillac wit 20-inch Vogues Can it be my mansion in Memphis jacuzzi Or could it be my crib in Florida on the beach Can it be the ten million records that I sold Or can it be the first one that ever go gold Whatever it be like y'all jaw cause I don't stop Continuously to make a ho draws drop, yeah [Juicy J] I used to always wonder why my girls have fits When I walk up out the mall they be lookin at me pissed Maybe just becuz I ball ridin eight or nine whips And my name is Juicy J and I ain't payin no bitch When I was broke as a joke they didn't wanna get wit me Till I bought a Maybach now they all wanna lick me Wit a Playboy mansion downtown in the city And the hoes lined up like ninety centy pennies [Chorus: x2] [Paul Wall] I got the candy drippin' stains off the frame when I'm switchin' lanes I'm in the slab glass house swangin' grippin' grain They tellin' me I'm the mane stangin' licks to make a gain Livin' life in the fast lane gettin' money I can't complain These boppers see me ridin' swangin' wanna taste the fame But you gotta break that bread wit me baby I'm married to the game I fell in love wit stackin' change I'm addicted to countin' cash I ain't worried bout naan ho I ain't concerned wit naan ass I'm bout that dollar get it right I'm not out here lookin' for a wife I'm out here on that top flight on the grind all day and night I'm a baller I'm a pimp I'm a thug and I'm a hustler If you want some of this lovin' break bread girl you a customer [Chorus: x2] [Crunchy Blac] See she's a freak ho let me tell you all a-bout it I met her in the Valley and the valley ain't Cali She tried to act shy but I knew she was bout it Hotter than a summer day when it ain't cloudy She say she want cheese but that's no doubt it She just another ho I'ma hit then I'm out it I'm just like Jody out the back door see Hidin' my face cause her old man know me [Chorus: x4] |
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from Kevin Rudolf - To The Sky (2010)
(feat. Three 6 Mafia) I turned a few shots She can go all night I got the right spot She's all mine Theirs only one thing You can go for a show What are you waiting for Whatchu whating for Mind if we go back And escape the world I see those eyes And I know you wanna leave this place so bad ! yea I feel it You feel it [CHORUS] So whatchu waiting for Baby I'm the one Who could show you what it's like if you try to come Take you to a place You've never been before What are you waiting for Whatchu waiting for Whatchu waiting for [2x] [THREE 6 MAFIA] ... [CHORUS] Whatchu waiting for [4x] Mind if we go back And escape the world I see those eyes And I know you wanna leave this place so bad! yea I feel it You feel it [CHORUS] [2x] Whatch waitng for [4x] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Last 2 Walk (2008)
I be damn
Hey this my favorite motherfucking song on the album Man you know what I'm sayin' Its a weed song a pill song All wrapped into one Weed, blow, and pills lets go... [Chorus: x2] Weed, blow, pills What we slangin' Weed, blow, pills What we fightin' for Weed, blow, pills What we live for Weed, blow, pills What we gettin' high all day on Rappers get so high like the Tony Montana Voice be so damn slurred talkin' ghetto hood grammar Need to take a seat when you takin' all them pills Passed out on the street, your body rollin' down hills This dope got my voice sounding like its chopped and screwed up [Repeat: x5] That cash on my feet so I'm crawlin to this cooler To just get in here I gotta keep my buzz flowin' You wanna get high with me man, keep your shit potent [Chorus: x2] I grabbed me a gram of that dro, I brake it brake it down Keep it in plastic, I hit hard, shake it shake it down Grind it down fine, chop it up make it powdery Cut into lines on the plate with the razory Listen closely must be done on smooth surfaces No wood get them splinters in your noses Get a straw cut it short slang it at the end Two inches long now you good go on and dig in If its your first time you probably wont feel it Don't worry about it cause it might take a minute Before I leave I got some more advice to tell Rub it on a hoe clit, make her cum right here, yeah [Chorus: x2] |
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from Gangsta Boo - Enquiring Minds (2000)
1 - Wanna go to war wit me baby?
This gangsta bitch can get crazy Don't you decieve this lady Don't fuckin' play wit me baby Repeat 1 (3x) I'm kickin' it, I be doin' that playa shit You be doin' that hoe shit, hatin' up on me bitch I cannot help I'm a Prophet queen, ridin' until I die bitch Do you wanna get fucked up? Do you wanna see me tear da club up? Do you wanna get bum rushed? By niggas wit triggas that's ready for come-up I bet you be wonderin' how do a lady be flowin' just like them niggas do I be spyin' on your crew That's how I know exactly what to do Don't be playin' wit me It hurts me deeply to see that you decievin' me I'll get you, I'll study up on the novel known as Misery I'm comin' wit shit to Make 'Em Say Ugh! like that Master P shit I'll be hangin' wit niggas that's Ready To Die like Notorious BIG shit Don't be fuckin' wit me When you see I'm on some other type of mix Don't try to be 'bout it in front of your friends Put that red dot on your chest Them mafia niggas taught me well, nigga can't you tell I sport the mean designers bail, nigga doin' swell To end this verse off, I be known to have you niggas pissed off But keep on pissin' 'cause I ain't gon' stop until yo' ass drop Repeat 1 (4x) I be the one you love to hate 'cause I'm so so slick You look into my eyes, but never knowin' what I'm gon' do next I'm like outlaws, we warrior thugs Showin' 'em our blood It don't mean 'cause I'm a lady that I can't have the blood I keep my mean mug wit me for you hoes & that shit I get my smoke on daily, 'cause I got to have it To all you lovely ballin' niggas lookin' for a sidekick Put yo' money by yo' dick & we can do some business I'm not tryin' to be rude That's just how it's gon' be I'm rollin' wit The Prophet Posse and we 'bout our money Many people say I'm crazed Damn, is it a lie? I guess I'm crazed now-a-days, baby it's do or die I'm bein' real, you bein' fake Like some counterfeit cheese While yo' bitch ass on yo' knees doin' just as I please Enquiring minds wanted to know what's gon' be my next move In Monopoly, you's a fool, 'cause this game you gon' lose Repeat 1 (4x) |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
Yeah it's Project Pat up in this Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North" Three 6 Mafia fin a rip it like it's supposed to be Handle that shit [Project Pat] Jack one, smack one, run off wit ya sack son Anybody wit the loot, give it up or I'ma shoot Bow down M-town, niggaz like to ride clean Snort on some good dope, smoke on some good green Friday payday, so I'm at the Shake Junt Lookin' fo' a big lick, fiendin' for a fat blunt Saw my victim caught me one slippin' On the side of the club takin' a pissin' No mask on face I didn't really need it He can be damn fool and he'll get heated Point blank, snatch bank, runnin' like a track star Heart pumpin' fast like I ate out the crack jar No one saw me made clean getaway That means that I still live to get paid Late night, all night jackin on the spizot Breakin up a dice game or where it's hizot [Hook: Crunchy Black - repeat 2X] (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm fucked up A nigga gotta try something (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane my lucks up A nigga gotta try something (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm dead broke A nigga gotta try something (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Plus I'm out of dope A nigga gotta try something [Juicy "J"] I ran up in the bank put a tone to his head Told the clerk this a robbery nigga drop the bread Then I ran like a bitch when my folks was outside So I jumped in the car, mashed the gas start to ride the westside of Tennesse, until I heard the news nigga should have went to Mexico, my face was on the tube most w |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Clean Version] (2003)
[Project Pat - on the phone]
Yeah it's Project Pat up in this Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North" Three 6 Mafia fin a rip it like it's supposed to be Handle that shit [Project Pat] Jack one, smack one, run off wit ya sack son Anybody wit the loot, give it up or I'ma shoot Bow down M-town, niggaz like to ride clean Snort on some good dope, smoke on some good green Friday payday, so I'm at the Shake Junt Lookin' fo' a big lick, fiendin' for a fat blunt Saw my victim caught me one slippin' On the side of the club takin' a pissin' No mask on face I didn't really need it He can be damn fool and he'll get heated Point blank, snatch bank, runnin' like a track star Heart pumpin' fast like I ate out the crack jar No one saw me made clean getaway That means that I still live to get paid Late night, all night jackin on the spizot Breakin up a dice game or where it's hizot [Hook: Crunchy Black - repeat 2X] (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm fucked up A nigga gotta try something (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane my lucks up A nigga gotta try something (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm dead broke A nigga gotta try something (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Plus I'm out of dope A nigga gotta try something [Juicy "J"] I ran up in the bank put a tone to his head Told the clerk this a robbery nigga drop the bread Then I ran like a bitch when my folks was outside So I jumped in the car, mashed the gas start to ride the westside of Tennesse, until I heard the news nigga should have went to Mexico, my face was on the tube most wanted for a felony I should have stayed in class I was a stupid as nigga I didn't even wear a mask [DJ Paul] I guess you know by now the BHZ do not play My pussy valley are down and gonna spray They still robbin' niggaz and jackin' fo yo clothes and have you runnin round like college girls exposed My Tulane niggaz you knowin' they stayin' strapped beside DJ Paul they put The Haven on the Map But it's too many hoods in The Haven to claim so we gon all bring guns we gon' all bring pain. [Hook x2 (Crunchy Black)] [Crunchy Black] You can do what ya do to keep ya ass in it's CB and mane I ain't playin Wit pistol in my Muthafuckin right hand I'm a stick it to ya body, and start demandin me muthafuckin money out ya fuckin pockets give me them rings and that fuckin' watch n you betta listen up before I start poppin it's me again I'm constantly robbin [Lord Infamous] Slap on his block wit the glock and lock'em down to the rocks fiendin' for his knot in his pocket strip him down his socks, grab and feel this 44 hopin' steam right off this scope and I let him smoke If I go in ya pockets and ya broke ya got a lotta nuts rollin' my hood on ya twankies now ya gotta drop off them bitches and that ring on ya pankies either ya give me ya green, ya pills, and ya powda Or I gotta pump the gauge and let you take a buck shot shower |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Explicit Version] (2003)
Yeah it's Project Pat up in this
Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North" Three 6 Mafia fin a rip it like it's supposed to be Handle that shit [Project Pat] Jack one, smack one, run off wit ya sack son Anybody wit the loot, give it up or I'ma shoot Bow down M-town, niggaz like to ride clean Snort on some good dope, smoke on some good green Friday payday, so I'm at the Shake Junt Lookin' fo' a big lick, fiendin' for a fat blunt Saw my victim caught me one slippin' On the side of the club takin' a pissin' No mask on face I didn't really need it He can be damn fool and he'll get heated Point blank, snatch bank, runnin' like a track star Heart pumpin' fast like I ate out the crack jar No one saw me made clean getaway That means that I still live to get paid Late night, all night jackin on the spizot Breakin up a dice game or where it's hizot [Hook: Crunchy Black - repeat 2X] (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm fucked up A nigga gotta try something (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane my lucks up A nigga gotta try something (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm dead broke A nigga gotta try something (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Plus I'm out of dope A nigga gotta try something [Juicy "J"] I ran up in the bank put a tone to his head Told the clerk this a robbery nigga drop the bread Then I ran like a bitch when my folks was outside So I jumped in the car, mashed the gas start to ride the westside of Tennesse, until I heard the news nigga should have went to Mexico, my face was on the tube most w |
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from Three 6 Mafia - When The Smoke Clears (2000)
[Serv-on]
Boy,I think this the second time you done passed up this sign you goin'the wrong way main. [Fiend] Slow ya role, slow ya role,ya know what im saying? Look,we about to go I 255,(yeah) straight up to Memphis.(ya show) See what im saying, Paul said he gone meet us by Wal-Greens, we 'bout to go head on and break this bread, ya see what I'm saying? What you gone do? [Fiend] Bitch,you can picture the pain,I rip you in vain While the young soldiers whisper my name I'm dealing the caine,sippin' on crown, smokin' that Jane Open the brain,let that shit inject, you think that I'm playin' Don't make me get at your kin fo those that can't Either you die slow,ride slow, cause Fiend about to show How not only God knows, these niggas our hoes,my stock broke So we ain't trippin' puttin' knives to throats Buckin the clip at the 5and 0 ,allow smoke Dosha go straight to my lungs I see WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP In ya streets Chopper intro now peep this Got wit you F-I-E-N-D and THREE-6 Talk it like I bring I feel you need this,deep shit Sleep wit them fishes, eat wit them bitches,it's all on you Like that lil nigga B.G. cd volume 2 I throw hallows threw ,what you use to swallow and chew, 'bout what ya gone do? [Lord Infamous] Infamous I'm leavin brain dust I'll indanger you lamers like strangers I'm in this bitch, pimp stick, clothes hanger I'm out the frame, on a lame, like a Banger I either put you in a cross,or I pull the Moss I'm runnin threw so logs, tring to blow ya leg off I put some shit up in the line that'll blow ya mind It's like some Colt 45, does it every time,nigga get my rhymes [Chorus: Fiend] If I pull my pistol I'm a bust wit it Never see me holdin it and go fuss wit it You gone be a big pussy gettin fucked wit it Foever tucked wit it, cause you done got touched wit it [2x's] [Serv-on] Act like you know me when I say Im head thug on your block Hold ya breath when I spray paint my name on yo spot Tell your self you ain't scared when I run in your shit I ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch Apollogize when I pass by bootin my grill 3rd World I represent it Blood City fo real Foreget yo know me when I pistol whip you and yo click No limit riders, Tre 6, yall aint runnin like this [DJ Paul] Now whats the fuck the use of holdin a gun and playin wit you hoes I'm bout to shut down yo heart thats how the story goes These boys think cause we some CEO's, we must be some hoes Its consequences and reprecusions fuckin wit pros Thiese bitches hot cause its hypnotized and no limit We off the wham but only real niggas all up in it I tell you what Serv kill the head of yo click And I bet all them hoes quit talkin shit [Chorus 2x's] [Juicy J] I never ran up yo a trunk Blastin on a fuckin punk Toxicated, high, or drunk Try and grab the closest pump Never flodged on how I lived Fight a nigga over a bitch Playa Im just callin pimp Always keep a cigarette lit Never walked up in the club Dissin niggas wit a mug Always keep my owm sack Never wanted to hit your bud Independant on you hoes Makin more than selling dope If you wanna hate the click Nigga I make your body froze [Serv-on] Close yo eyes ? Mouth full its a south thang thuging like that You say you know Im in North Memphis pushin that drill Tearin clubs up in South Memphis and Smokey City Say your prayers when I lay that iron clean on yo chest Dont play no games boy, Im kinda wild wit that tech Pretend you death when I scream what city you clame Fuck around wit me I seperate your body from your name [La Chat] Lay down bitch ,La Chat and I ain't playing no games bucking you hoes,my mado keep my distance from lames My 45 be on my side and I be ready to ride We catch you slipin you be missin have you barried alive My niggas downdown we got that anna that you bitches dont won't Step to me wrong Paul,Juicy,Pat,La Chat be strapped wit them pumps Now how you figure when you fuck up that we gone let you live We kill your ass then set a randsome fo your guts that we spill!!!!! [Chorus] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - When The Smoke Clears (2000)
[Talking]
Hey we gonna do a song called Tongue Ring Let me feel your Tongue Ring, is it rusty, hahaha [Chorus One: D.J. Paul] Let me feel your tongue ring, let me feel Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring, let me feel Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring [Juicy 'J'] Me and my niggas try yo' bitch Stole the price and stang yo' bitch All you did was take a shot And ball the fist to close the fist Kiss it at the mall to mill Hold the hands and love the shit Hope you ain't no essency Don't you know she used to trick Open the door to pop the crespt To take your time to fucking sex I never would a will a swept Knowing she'd be chewing paint All my boys the more the better Not a week but when you met her Spits the swallow while she asks Thats as if you gon' eat me now [D.J. Paul] Now nigga (nigga) what ? What the fuck ? Im all about them freaky hoes That like to suck Them brawls wit' them booty blowin' Now thats the bidness I let this kinda camera for show Be my witness Them boys wit the can't block it Get them round Wit' them boys that can't rock it Drink some crown wit it Niggas wit some videos Or some college hoes That playin' hard to get But they the freakiest (freakiest) [Chorus Two: DJ Paul] Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring [Gangsta Boo] I be fucking this nigga Straight corruping this nigga Pussy wet as a river You need a boat for me nigga I be hot as a fire Oh my God I'm on fire I be tellin' these boys I do my thang when I'm higher Come on baby just lay down Or to bed with me baby I be triple the playin' The triple pleasure im sayin' I be comin' with cha' If your freaky like me If your freaky, im sneaky Hey undercover watch me Strawberries and ice Not the ice on yo' wrist Got yo' niggas dick brick See me rubbin' my clit (rubbin' rubbin' my clit) Suckin' (suckin') my tits Camcorder got me staring high In my first click I be major with mine, I don't fuck all the time I don't need you, please believe me Nigga only when I'm in the mood for a quick A quick ride on the dick Through a razor in my mouth Straight slicin' yo' shit NIGGA !!! [Repeat Chorus 2] [Chrunchy Black] Dis' Bitch, dat ho (ho) Let me see you pussy ho Soakin' fuckin' wet Nigga tryin' to play some fat Oldy, freaky, hood rat type of ho Nigga don't you know all hoes ? Go easy Fuckin' cum easy Fuckin' go see me Nigga fuckin' ho bout' a train bro' All nigga, all boy, take off yo' fuckin' hat Let these ho put cap in yo lap (jack) [Lord Infamous] Fornified pleasure girl Lickin' every measure girl Tryin' to find a tresure girl Nigga it's whatever girl Bitch i'll take you round' the world Lick ya dick, a talk ya twirl All to know ya' toes will curl And then your dick will start to hurl Talk like I fuck her in da butt Nigga it ain't hard to cut Wait untill she sittin' up Just waitin' to lick a nigga nuts Quickly gettin' naked Skinny dick, she'll strecth it Pussy stayin' wet, and she loves when niggas rake it [Koopsta Knicca] So did it bitches Pretty bitches Freaky bitches I've had those sticky bitches Grand there thin, all on the flow wit' bitches Them goin' bitches Hoein bitches Blowin' bitches Mad at the stoned up bitches Flowin' bitches Some sort of rollin' bitches Scary bitches Plenty bitches Hairy bitches Even the smelly bitches Ready bitches Beat up the deadly bitches Say what ? To tear up the ugly bitches bout' the news Koopsta my bloodshed bullsucker Bitch you gon' feel the nooooise ! |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Hits (2005)
[Talking]
Hey we gonna do a song called Tongue Ring Let me feel your Tongue Ring, is it rusty, hahaha [Chorus One: D.J. Paul] Let me feel your tongue ring, let me feel Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring, let me feel Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring [Juicy 'J'] Me and my niggas try yo' bitch Stole the price and stang yo' bitch All you did was take a shot And ball the fist to close the fist Kiss it at the mall to mill Hold the hands and love the shit Hope you ain't no essency Don't you know she used to trick Open the door to pop the crespt To take your time to fucking sex I never would a will a swept Knowing she'd be chewing paint All my boys the more the better Not a week but when you met her Spits the swallow while she asks Thats as if you gon' eat me now [D.J. Paul] Now nigga (nigga) what ? What the fuck ? Im all about them freaky hoes That like to suck Them brawls wit' them booty blowin' Now thats the bidness I let this kinda camera for show Be my witness Them boys wit the can't block it Get them round Wit' them boys that can't rock it Drink some crown wit it Niggas wit some videos Or some college hoes That playin' hard to get But they the freakiest (freakiest) [Chorus Two: DJ Paul] Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring [Gangsta Boo] I be fucking this nigga Straight corruping this nigga Pussy wet as a river You need a boat for me nigga I be hot as a fire Oh my God I'm on fire I be tellin' these boys I do my thang when I'm higher Come on baby just lay down Or to bed with me baby I be triple the playin' The triple pleasure im sayin' I be comin' with cha' If your freaky like me If your freaky, im sneaky Hey undercover watch me Strawberries and ice Not the ice on yo' wrist Got yo' niggas dick brick See me rubbin' my clit (rubbin' rubbin' my clit) Suckin' (suckin') my tits Camcorder got me staring high In my first click I be major with mine, I don't fuck all the time I don't need you, please believe me Nigga only when I'm in the mood for a quick A quick ride on the dick Through a razor in my mouth Straight slicin' yo' shit NIGGA !!! [Repeat Chorus 2] [Chrunchy Black] Dis' Bitch, dat ho (ho) Let me see you pussy ho Soakin' fuckin' wet Nigga tryin' to play some fat Oldy, freaky, hood rat type of ho Nigga don't you know all hoes ? Go easy Fuckin' cum easy Fuckin' go see me Nigga fuckin' ho bout' a train bro' All nigga, all boy, take off yo' fuckin' hat Let these ho put cap in yo lap (jack) [Lord Infamous] Fornified pleasure girl Lickin' every measure girl Tryin' to find a tresure girl Nigga it's whatever girl Bitch i'll take you round' the world Lick ya dick, a talk ya twirl All to know ya' toes will curl And then your dick will start to hurl Talk like I fuck her in da butt Nigga it ain't hard to cut Wait untill she sittin' up Just waitin' to lick a nigga nuts Quickly gettin' naked Skinny dick, she'll strecth it Pussy stayin' wet, and she loves when niggas rake it [Koopsta Knicca] So did it bitches Pretty bitches Freaky bitches I've had those sticky bitches Grand there thin, all on the flow wit' bitches Them goin' bitches Hoein bitches Blowin' bitches Mad at the stoned up bitches Flowin' bitches Some sort of rollin' bitches Scary bitches Plenty bitches Hairy bitches Even the smelly bitches Ready bitches Beat up the deadly bitches Say what ? To tear up the ugly bitches bout' the news Koopsta my bloodshed bullsucker Bitch you gon' feel the nooooise ! |
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from Gangsta Boo - Enquiring Minds (2000)
(Project Pat)
1 - Walked up to your house Knocked on your door and blast Kickin' down your fuckin' shit Then snatchin' up the mass This is personal bitch So we gon' leave the cash "What you niggas want with me?" To torture your ass Repeat 1 (Gangsta Boo) The blazin' sun refers to us as the sun is blindin' me Besides infrared wine, Hypnotize Minds right behind Packin' plenty heat for you niggas wit some beef Beef is what I ? to be Keep your mom up off the streets Never said you were my friend Fuck this rap, I'll get revenge Stick a knife up in your stomach Pull it out and stick it in again Ghetto kings and queens if you wit me, let me know Pull up off your fuckin' blunt, hit another line of blow Badder than a school of kids, they just want to fuckin' see Clicked up with the triple 6, you don't know who you're fuckin' wit Not to play for cheap Got you ? to JB And some gas wit your ??? live as you could be Talkin' shit about Miss Lady cuz you think that you the shit Beat you with a fuckin' bat, dump your body in a ditch Guess you know who you are, keep a watch out on your car If you open up a door or bump, I'll blow your ass to Mars Repeat 1 Repeat 1 (Project Pat) Nicky nack, patty wack, slap a chick in the back With the yak, ? paper red, just another Black dead Was it dope? Nah Love? Was they weak and soft? Honey says weed got a nigga sayin' fuck a job Kill and rob Gettin' up on some dope The mentality of the Black male If he dies, that's a casuality It gon' be even worser times in the time to come Bigger blunts to blaze, so you best pack a bigger gun Give me some, give me some, drop it off you selfish bitch Motto of a killer when he's out here tryin' to take your shit Project spit nothin' but the real, so my niggas kill Where I'm comin' from, south side out the ghetto slums With them guns always stayin' cocked Where them killers hang Playas slangin' rocks ??? where your niggas bang When you sing like canaries do Then you feel my niner slugs comin' right through your door If you can dig Repeat 1 Repeat 1 |
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from Gangsta Boo - Both Worlds, *69 [Explicit Version] (2001)
(Chorus 4x)
They don't love me I don't love them Well they say fuck me Nigga I say fuck them (Gangsta Boo) See the main reason why I step my foot up in this shit Crazy lady as a baby had the dreams to making it rich As I get it, niggas get it, roadies get it what the fuck it on Bhz my home never leaver it step to me you gone coughing, puffing, cheifing for my niggas locked in 201 bumping, crunking, funking on my tongue has got me num'e num If you want to hate on lady look into the fucking book Book of muthafuckers just like you with out shit to do Bitch i'm gonna keep it how I keep it underdigging me It ain't what you think I will catch you in the fucking streets If I gonna to fuck I'm gonna fuck thats if you talking pay Prada oh my goda on my shopping list a tenzu day A celebrity ghetto from the dirty south Sexy brown skin with the wetness no doubt I'ma get my money hoe fuck that shit u saying hoe fuck that shit u saying hoe I'ma get my money hoe (Chorus 4x) They don't love me I don't love them Well they say fuck me Nigga I say fuck them (Gangsta Boo) You can catch me at a game I'm watching Kobe miss his fucking shot 2-way jumping nigga block to block like I be slanging rocks Pimpin woman mixed with villian memphis queen of set it off Call it how you see it and I only fuck top nizotch Niggas, money, bitches whats the bizness it does not matter to me I devote the bizness put the fire to the gasoline You hoes see the lugar hanging drive by on your fucking street You hoes be the bodies droping since you trying to play with me If you hear I'm chillin then it's heavy understand me dog Never plan to fall got my back agaisnt the fucking wall watch out for you fake ass in my fucking way I can stare a faker in the face and play the same fake game Nigga I'ma pro and I don't take no shit and that's fa sho Anything the lady cannot do I let you niggas know slient night a deadly night so fuck it I'ma grab my glock walk up to your house knock up on your door and blowed your ass off (Chorus 4x) They don't love me I don't love them Well they say fuck me Nigga I say fuck them |
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from Exit Wounds (엑시트 운즈) [ost] (2001)
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate I grab my swatter I swat this bug, he laid to rest Fuckin' wit T-R-I-P-L, E-S-I-X Niggaz be talkin' but in the end I like fuck 'em up In the beginnin' they could've survived but they had no nuts Bitch where you graduated from, I said a school of hoe-in' Cuz in yo face, off in the streets aint nothin' but hoe is showin' Too fuckin' light, too fuckin' light to try to fight Stick you with knives, shoot you with - nines and take yo life Yea we know you niggaz are fuckin' scared cuz we don't play around Never wanna step cuz Three 6 Mafia put you in the ground People say you buck but we all know that's just that liquor bro Niggaz swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin' that snow If a member call me then I'm gonna pack my yawks and roll Ride down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body cold Foo this ain't no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grill High cappin' and dissin' in yo rappin' just might get ya killed *They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb You got no ends, now you got no friends Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb You got no ends, now you got no friends Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in Whachu doin' round hea? My nigga I gotta get ya Fresh outta jail-ie, my mind on bailin', so I split ya Head to the meet-ie, give to the needy so fuck the rest No understandin', Projects the greedy, ya could be next I'm robbin' victims with of the face of a ??? No hesitatin', I come out buckin' so watch the nine Off in East Memphis transactin' bizness I know you straight I'm buckin' you fakers who ain't got cheese, the ones I hate Could it be me, could it be somethin' in the fuckin' air Im seein' niggaz, them niggaz bodies flyin' everywhere You wanna know if the Lord is mackin' or a fuckin' player I'm keepin' all of you muthafuckas in my fuckin' prayers Everywhere that I go I'm gettin' all these evil stares I'm sick of all of these hatin' muthafuckas in my hair All in my bizness, God is my witness I don't even care Cause all you bitches you get the *blaah* died hell yeah * Repeat Deep deep in them trenches of Memphis where I'm seriously pimpin' Da Koopsta da Knicca breakin' mo bitches than London got bridges Send this to you niggas so you besta listen well Touch me and you'll die see you can burn wit me in hell This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-I for you niggas that've lost it Spl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, will ??? off it Call Chris mane, shit dump 'em in a ditch Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the Six riders My nigga CB he be back out here on these bricks again He kickin' in doors, he lookin' for him some dividends He kidnappin' hoes so he can make him some money mane And fuckin' wit him is like fuckin' wit somethin' different Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough Like ash to ash nigga, and dust to dust In gats we trust nigga, it really ain't much nigga Cuz talkin' to us nigga, we blowin' ya up * Repeat (Till fade) I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
In earlier news, the police still haven't found three well known rappers formerly employed by Hypnotize Minds - they're asking if you have any leads or any information about where these rappers may be Please contact 528-CASH [Hook: Juicy "J" - repeat 2X] Yo mami an yo pops man they 'bout to find yo body The snitcher and the cops man they 'bout to find yo body The ambulance and morgue man they 'bout to find yo body Lay out on the floor man they 'bout to find yo body [Crunchy Black] One, two, here I come foo Three, four, kickin' in the door Five, six, rob a nigga quick Seven, eight, get away straight Throughts cut guns shot, wounds broke bones Plagues diseases warclones and ozones Playa depleting, go a heating, west now Everynight on the news under the murder trails [Project Pat] He grew up as a rowdy motha fucka, he didn't give a shit Give my black ski mask and gun and a doh to kick Grown watchin' frown put the tone underneath your chin You know Project Pat is there your nigga down to make some fizz [DJ Paul] From the uterus to the funerals I'ma keep my crown Bitch I ain't from England But my money still come in pounds Lost a couple of members for the better Still we hold it down, meet up on the Bees on the ground from a .40 round put 'em down [Hook 2x] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Clean Version] (2003)
In earlier news, the police still haven't found three well known rappers
formerly employed by Hypnotize Minds - they're asking if you have any leads or any information about where these rappers may be Please contact 528-CASH [Hook: Juicy "J" - repeat 2X] Yo mami an yo pops man they 'bout to find yo body The snitcher and the cops man they 'bout to find yo body The ambulance and morgue man they 'bout to find yo body Lay out on the floor man they 'bout to find yo body [Crunchy Black] One, two, here I come foo Three, four, kickin' in the door Five, six, rob a nigga quick Seven, eight, get away straight Throughts cut guns shot, wounds broke bones Plagues diseases warclones and ozones Playa depleting, go a heating, west now Everynight on the news under the murder trails [Project Pat] He grew up as a rowdy motha fucka, he didn't give a shit Give my black ski mask and gun and a doh to kick Grown watchin' frown put the tone underneath your chin You know Project Pat is there your nigga down to make some fizz [DJ Paul] From the uterus to the funerals I'ma keep my crown Bitch I ain't from England But my money still come in pounds Lost a couple of members for the better Still we hold it down, meet up on the Bees on the ground from a .40 round put 'em down [Hook 2x] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Explicit Version] (2003)
In earlier news, the police still haven't found three well known rappers
formerly employed by Hypnotize Minds - they're asking if you have any leads or any information about where these rappers may be Please contact 528-CASH [Hook: Juicy "J" - repeat 2X] Yo mami an yo pops man they 'bout to find yo body The snitcher and the cops man they 'bout to find yo body The ambulance and morgue man they 'bout to find yo body Lay out on the floor man they 'bout to find yo body [Crunchy Black] One, two, here I come foo Three, four, kickin' in the door Five, six, rob a nigga quick Seven, eight, get away straight Throughts cut guns shot, wounds broke bones Plagues diseases warclones and ozones Playa depleting, go a heating, west now Everynight on the news under the murder trails [Project Pat] He grew up as a rowdy motha fucka, he didn't give a shit Give my black ski mask and gun and a doh to kick Grown watchin' frown put the tone underneath your chin You know Project Pat is there your nigga down to make some fizz [DJ Paul] From the uterus to the funerals I'ma keep my crown Bitch I ain't from England But my money still come in pounds Lost a couple of members for the better Still we hold it down, meet up on the Bees on the ground from a .40 round put 'em down [Hook 2x] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Last 2 Walk (2008)
[Intro]
street anthem! (Yessir) Three 6 Ma-fi-UHHH! New Three 6 Mafia, Akon Goin down, Yessir {cell door Slams}{konvict} Hypnotize Minds! (Yessir) This what thugs are made of man! (Yessir) This where we come from This the artery of the streets man The heart of it! [Chorus: Akon] Despite what you heard, or what you saw When you look at me man you see hardcore A real street hood nigga, wish a nigga would nigga I can give a damn what you think about it all If you think I'm CRAZY!! That's right If you think I'm lazy (You're damn right) Cause it don't really matter what you think about me Nigga, fuck you pay me~! That's right [verse one] 9-9-6, got my hands on my first mill' Now it's oh-seven, damn near at a quarter bill' Enemies close, but my 45's closer You can be the starter, but I'ma be the closer Damnin what these haters sayin, damnin what these haters thoughts I reside in mansions they don't, it ain't my fault Half of the Shit I do Ido it just to make these suckers mad And the rides they claimin to get, I already had Ten dollar tees, but the jeans 1500 Your lifetime dreams I done already done it plus I done it wit'cha wife, she said I made her night But I didn't hit her back cause her mouth wasn't right [chorus] [verse Two] Yessir e'rybody in my clique we dra-aa-aank E'rybody in my clique got ba-aa-aank E'rybody in my clique we ba-aa-all Gold teeth nigga comin straight from Nor-naw-aw-ath E'ryday we hustlin just like Rick Ro-aw-oss E'ryday we strugglin and e'ryday we sto-aww-omp These niggaz cain't fuck with my hood, we de-ee-eep The last thing you see is the bottom of my fe-ee-eet And I don't give a damn my nig, I'm a fool, I'm a fool Get the fuck from 'round here, shoulda knew, shoulda knew Head crackin ya dig, what it do, what it do And underneath the seat is the heat, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot [chorus] [Akon - repeat 4X to Fade] Fuck you pay me! Fuck you pay me! Fuck you pay me! That's right #################################### |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Clean Version] (2003)
[DJ Paul Talking]
[Verse 1: DJ Paul] I comes from a city where they love to hate, especially on that Triple Six They see we really got Bentley's and Benz's and they hate the shit They try to come up over us, the radio even help em' at it But yall ain't got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits I'ma keep on hurting you boys, by making this motherfuckin' world rock Side to fuckin' silence bitch for years and man we still ain't stop Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese and carrying plastic glocks And please don't try to test us cuz you know we'll let these bitches pop On you hoes, you haters, you niggaz really like us Cuz if you thank us, then you wouldn't try to sound so much like us I'm the K-I-N-G of that M-P-H-M-S (Memphis) H-C-P, to the E-N-D, others gone be less Come prepared, man I swear they wanna be down with my team Don't let the shit talkin' on them CD's fool you That ain't what they really mean The truth can hurt so bad so look in they faces when you play us And watch how they look, and watch they jaw drop to the pavement Nigga [Chorus: DJ Paul] Why yall Test My Gangsta These bitches Test My Gangsta [Repeat 8x] Cuz it's on now Nigga yeah it's on now [Repeat 4x] [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] Nigga don't you know that Lord can make your life a living hell And I mean that literally, the place where demon spirits dwell Empty all the buck-shot shells, make your fucking body smell I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell Fuck me with me, you fucking with the best Nigga so all you fucking with the wrong one I will hit you with the milli-milli gun, got a millimeter gun Blow out ya lungs Like them old I-Tal-Ians, Mafia, devil son When you see me coming, better run for fucking cover bum (BLITE!) AK, SK, .44, Tre-8 This body kinda heavy, D.O.A., air away Bitch you better take notes, 'fo you end up cut-throat And ya on the ground bro', with your fuckin' shirt soaked Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo, blow a nigga out his clothes Come out the trench-coat with a Sawed-Off, and lay me down a hoe So if you think ScareCrow ain't a gangsta come and test the waters You will be de-slaughtered, the dearly departed [Chorus] [Verse 3: Crunchy Black] Why you niggaz wanna test my gangsta? Don't make a nigga run up and shank ya Or put some cement in yo shit and sank ya Or make you shoot yourself and then I'm thankin' ya Throw tile over round your throat and drag ya cuz Get nothing from me, but gangsta love No testin' me my nigga, have you laying in blood Or dig you a grave, cut ya bitch ass up [Verse 4: Juicy-J] (Yeah Hoe!) [repeated throw the verse] You niggaz be trying to test, I ain't no slouch I squeeze my fuckin' fist, my nig', I break the law I call out a hit my nig', I make the fall The handle with the bloody trig', is all they saw 'Fo yo ugly face was down, on the ground A barrel pointed at your frown, with hollow rounds I bet ya wanna run and shit, it's too late now You shouldn't have been runnin' ya lip, to make me clown Bitch! [Chorus] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Explicit Version] (2003)
I comes from a city where they love to hate, especially on that Triple Six
They see we really got Bentley's and Benz's and they hate the shit They try to come up over us, the radio even help em' at it But yall ain't got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits I'ma keep on hurting you boys, by making this motherfuckin' world rock Side to fuckin' silence bitch for years and man we still ain't stop Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese and carrying plastic glocks And please don't try to test us cuz you know we'll let these bitches pop On you hoes, you haters, you niggaz really like us Cuz if you thank us, then you wouldn't try to sound so much like us I'm the K-I-N-G of that M-P-H-M-S (Memphis) H-C-P, to the E-N-D, others gone be less Come prepared, man I swear they wanna be down with my team Don't let the shit talkin' on them CD's fool you That ain't what they really mean The truth can hurt so bad so look in they faces when you play us And watch how they look, and watch they jaw drop to the pavement Nigga [Chorus: DJ Paul] Why yall Test My Gangsta These bitches Test My Gangsta [Repeat 8x] Cuz it's on now Nigga yeah it's on now [Repeat 4x] [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] Nigga don't you know that Lord can make your life a living hell And I mean that literally, the place where demon spirits dwell Empty all the buck-shot shells, make your fucking body smell I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell Fuck me with me, you fucking with the best Nigga so all you fucking with the wrong one I will hit you with the milli-milli gun, got a millim |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
I comes from a city where they love to hate, especially on that Triple Six They see we really got Bentley's and Benz's and they hate the shit They try to come up over us, the radio even help em' at it But yall ain't got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits I'ma keep on hurting you boys, by making this motherfuckin' world rock Side to fuckin' silence bitch for years and man we still ain't stop Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese and carrying plastic glocks And please don't try to test us cuz you know we'll let these bitches pop On you hoes, you haters, you niggaz really like us Cuz if you thank us, then you wouldn't try to sound so much like us I'm the K-I-N-G of that M-P-H-M-S (Memphis) H-C-P, to the E-N-D, others gone be less Come prepared, man I swear they wanna be down with my team Don't let the shit talkin' on them CD's fool you That ain't what they really mean The truth can hurt so bad so look in they faces when you play us And watch how they look, and watch they jaw drop to the pavement Nigga [Chorus: DJ Paul] Why yall Test My Gangsta These bitches Test My Gangsta [Repeat 8x] Cuz it's on now Nigga yeah it's on now [Repeat 4x] [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] Nigga don't you know that Lord can make your life a living hell And I mean that literally, the place where demon spirits dwell Empty all the buck-shot shells, make your fucking body smell I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell Fuck me with me, you fucking with the best Nigga so all you fucking with the wrong one I will hit you with the milli-milli gun, got a millim |
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from Three 6 Mafia - When The Smoke Clears (2000)
[Chours: Lord Infamous]
Break bre break bre breakout the dollar and take a bump Pick out the seeds and spit the blunt If you wanna get numb froze and slump If you got what I want won't you give me some [Juicy "J"] How high can you get on that ?frendly fruit?(frendly fruit?) How high can you get sippin gin and juice?(gin and juice) How high can you get sittin next to me?(next to me) How high can you get on that XTC ? (XTC) How high can you get on the ball of snow?(ball of snow) How high can you get wit a Optimo?(optimo) How high can you get in a bathroom?(bathroom) How high can you get in a class room?(classroom) [DJ Paul] Now how high can you get when you fuck with that 6 Now how high can you get if you take a lil hit Now how high can you get if you snort a lil bit Bout as high as you was before you started lil bitch Now how high can you get if you stomp the whole gram I could answer that question you'll be as high as I am Now how high can you get if you of a couple my tail A designated driver need it cause you goin to jail dont play [Chorus 2x] [Gangsta Boo] Uh, The old Gangsta Boo would run up in yo house (for real) Blackhaven style put the glock up to ya mouth (klack klack) I'm trippin like this is an anna song Crunchy Crazy Azz gotcha trippin on this weed bong [Cruncy Blac] Uh , Uh, Uh, You could trust me sell you straight weed or some straight P Lately I've Just been me nigga me nigga hate me I be smokin on the fuckin bud nigga lately Now y'all gonna hate up on a thug [Gangsta Boo] Yo yo yo Yeah for real you be high like that, snortin up the powder pack , pure white funky town take me where the chronic at Tightcamafiacup? filled with hennessy and sprite for all night hit me up 404 yeah right [Crunchy Blac] uh uh uh Nigga lately on ya fuckin P milli me it be dank weed Nigga cant you see cant you see i be stumbilin thumbilin in the fuckin street I be crumbilin crumblin down the fuckin weed nigga dank weed [Chorus till fade] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown [Clean Version] (2005)
I keep purple stuff all in ma cup
84's when I'm rollin up (i got them TV screen foldin down) Purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) I keep purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (i got them TV screen foldin down) Purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) On a Sunday afternoon You can see it in ma eyes That I been cheifin like an indian Playa this tha shit Ridin down to a park strip Hollerin' at a bitch Put ya foot on the brakes Ta hit tha gas and make it flick En watch the ho start lookin' But they can't see up in ma tint 'cause there's a playa inside this motha fucker Ridin in the back seat So before you wanna get up in ma whip You gotta suck meat she got me leanin to the right She got me leanin to the left I dun sipped so much syrup Mane I think I need some help You get three fuckin hoes And a 2 liter of playa Then you betta go get you a freaky lil girl You ask her, do she smoke weed And tha bitch holla yeah She pulled out some cigars And some weed wit purple hiar Then ma kinfo call Say that he had purple drank Then I turned that fuckin corner Headin to that purple drank I keep purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (i got them TV screen foldin down) Purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) I got them 28's on tha chevy sittin so high Them plastic cups in tha cup holda gettin dry And before I see tha bottom ima holla at LL 'cause that means I needa a are E F I L L On tha bottom ta top nothin but that dick I got a thick bitch playin with ma dick And she dun got hit and she curious She lookin at ma dolla wantin ta take a hit You know I'm passin it Long as she actin right If she get done though Ima smack tha daylight Clean her out tha hole Kick her out tha door Call up get high and cris Go en get some mo I keep purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (i got them TV screen foldin down) Purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) I keep purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (i got them TV screen foldin down) Purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown [Explicit Version] (2005)
I keep purple stuff all in ma cup
84's when I'm rollin up (i got them TV screen foldin down) Purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) I keep purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (i got them TV screen foldin down) Purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) On a Sunday afternoon You can see it in ma eyes That I been cheifin like an indian Playa this tha shit Ridin down to a park strip Hollerin' at a bitch Put ya foot on the brakes Ta hit tha gas and make it flick En watch the ho start lookin' But they can't see up in ma tint 'cause there's a playa inside this motha fucker Ridin in the back seat So before you wanna get up in ma whip You gotta suck meat she got me leanin to the right She got me leanin to the left I dun sipped so much syrup Mane I think I need some help You get three fuckin hoes And a 2 liter of playa Then you betta go get you a freaky lil girl You ask her, do she smoke weed And tha bitch holla yeah She pulled out some cigars And some weed wit purple hiar Then ma kinfo call Say that he had purple drank Then I turned that fuckin corner Headin to that purple drank I keep purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (i got them TV screen foldin down) Purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) I got them 28's on tha chevy sittin so high Them plastic cups in tha cup holda gettin dry And before I see tha bottom ima holla at LL 'cause that means I needa a are E F I L L On tha bottom ta top nothin but that dick I got a thick bitch playin with ma dick And she dun got hit and she curious She lookin at ma dolla wantin ta take a hit You know I'm passin it Long as she actin right If she get done though Ima smack tha daylight Clean her out tha hole Kick her out tha door Call up get high and cris Go en get some mo I keep purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (i got them TV screen foldin down) Purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) I keep purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (i got them TV screen foldin down) Purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown [Screwed and Chopped] (2005)
I keep purple stuff all in ma cup
84's when I'm rollin up (i got them TV screen foldin down) Purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) I keep purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (i got them TV screen foldin down) Purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) On a Sunday afternoon You can see it in ma eyes That I been cheifin like an indian Playa this tha shit Ridin down to a park strip Hollerin' at a bitch Put ya foot on the brakes Ta hit tha gas and make it flick En watch the ho start lookin' But they can't see up in ma tint 'cause there's a playa inside this motha fucker Ridin in the back seat So before you wanna get up in ma whip You gotta suck meat she got me leanin to the right She got me leanin to the left I dun sipped so much syrup Mane I think I need some help You get three fuckin hoes And a 2 liter of playa Then you betta go get you a freaky lil girl You ask her, do she smoke weed And tha bitch holla yeah She pulled out some cigars And some weed wit purple hiar Then ma kinfo call Say that he had purple drank Then I turned that fuckin corner Headin to that purple drank I keep purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (i got them TV screen foldin down) Purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) I got them 28's on tha chevy sittin so high Them plastic cups in tha cup holda gettin dry And before I see tha bottom ima holla at LL 'cause that means I needa a are E F I L L On tha bottom ta top nothin but that dick I got a thick bitch playin with ma dick And she dun got hit and she curious She lookin at ma dolla wantin ta take a hit You know I'm passin it Long as she actin right If she get done though Ima smack tha daylight Clean her out tha hole Kick her out tha door Call up get high and cris Go en get some mo I keep purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (i got them TV screen foldin down) Purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) I keep purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (i got them TV screen foldin down) Purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown (2006)
I keep purple stuff all in ma cup
84's when I'm rollin up (i got them TV screen foldin down) Purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) I keep purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (i got them TV screen foldin down) Purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) On a Sunday afternoon You can see it in ma eyes That I been cheifin like an indian Playa this tha shit Ridin down to a park strip Hollerin' at a bitch Put ya foot on the brakes Ta hit tha gas and make it flick En watch the ho start lookin' But they can't see up in ma tint 'cause there's a playa inside this motha fucker Ridin in the back seat So before you wanna get up in ma whip You gotta suck meat she got me leanin to the right She got me leanin to the left I dun sipped so much syrup Mane I think I need some help You get three fuckin hoes And a 2 liter of playa Then you betta go get you a freaky lil girl You ask her, do she smoke weed And tha bitch holla yeah She pulled out some cigars And some weed wit purple hiar Then ma kinfo call Say that he had purple drank Then I turned that fuckin corner Headin to that purple drank I keep purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (i got them TV screen foldin down) Purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) I got them 28's on tha chevy sittin so high Them plastic cups in tha cup holda gettin dry And before I see tha bottom ima holla at LL 'cause that means I needa a are E F I L L On tha bottom ta top nothin but that dick I got a thick bitch playin with ma dick And she dun got hit and she curious She lookin at ma dolla wantin ta take a hit You know I'm passin it Long as she actin right If she get done though Ima smack tha daylight Clean her out tha hole Kick her out tha door Call up get high and cris Go en get some mo I keep purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (i got them TV screen foldin down) Purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) I keep purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (i got them TV screen foldin down) Purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown [Clean Version] (2005)
[Chorus]
I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I [Verse 1 - Juicy J] Call me the juice and you know Imma stunt Ride in the car with some bump in the trunk Tone in my lap and you know it's the pump Breakin down the good weed rollin the blunt Ghetto pimp tight girls say I'm the man Ice on the wrist with the ice in the chains Ridin through the hood got me grippin the grain And I'm sippin the same while I'm changin the lanes Eyes real tight cuz I'm chokin the creep Vision messed up cuz I'm drinkin the lean Messing with D boys riding them big toys Make your main gal wanna get on my team She gotta give it up before she get in my car I ain't Denzel but I know Imma star Cuz when I'm in the club I be back in the far in the VIP part everybody in the bar [Verse 2 - DJ Paul] DJ Paul is a dog, one you do not trust You leave your green around me Nigga your green gonna get lit up You leave your drink around me Believe your drink gonna get drunk up You leave your girl around me And she bet she gonna get stuffed These niggas is spies we living it live keep them nice tires Ridin around what they like Make a couple of nuns a couple of dimes Its purple purp purple purp purple and swallow it down with the yurple yip yurple yip yurples its goin down! [Chorus] I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I [Verse 3 - Young Buck] Puff puff pass nigga roll that blunt Let's get high nigga smoke us one Car pull out the phantom Niggas can't stand it but them hoes gon' come out Just really wanna smoke my weed Fuck these hoes and stack my cheese Stop at the light and pause on 3 Hit the mall and it be all on me But gotta keep one eye out for the po-po Close the window when I roll the indo Know they mad cuz I roll the benzo It's that purple not pretendo Three 6 Mafia and they my kin folks So when I'm in Memphis, Ten-a-key I just might not bring my own Cuz them niggas still let me smoke for free [Verse 4 - Crunchy Black] Whats up mary! how you doin? Mary jane stanky nigga Since I have met you girl you ruined my brain (ruined my brain) You stole my heart (You stole my heart) Right from the start (Right from the start) So I broke you down lil mama put you in a gar (in a gar) [Chorus] [Verse 5 - 8Ball] Front row full of that dro Leave the club full of rolls 8 mo Yo girlfriend wanna ride with me In the car wit a pimp where she supposed ta be You aint met no dudes spittin cold as me With a bag of kush that cost six-fifty Have a nigga who smoke Reggie Miller Coughin and choking constantly Tastes like fruit when you hit it Gotta have bread to get it Smoke all night, sleep all day That to me the American way Roll that shit, light that shit, hit that shit, hold that shit, blow that shit out slow Then pass it to me bro [Verse 6 - MJG] MJ gonna sprinkle in some of that super incredible Have a nigga runnin back Where the nigga really good sticky number at Cuttin through the cigarillo like a lumberjack In the morning what I need is to breath again a whole lot of weed But maybe somebody can give me what I need when I want no less than the best of the trees DJ Paul and Juicy J, 8-ball and MJG, and Young Buck we don't give a fuck We must represent this Tennessee We drink a whole lot of Hennessey Nigga got a little hair on his chest And we be like Bill Clinton girl take it out ya mouth We'll shoot it down right on yo chest [Fade Out...] I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I!! |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown [Clean Version] (2005)
[Chorus]
I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I [Verse 1 - Juicy J] Call me the juice and you know Imma stunt Ride in the car with some bump in the trunk Tone in my lap and you know it's the pump Breakin down the good weed rollin the blunt Ghetto pimp tight girls say I'm the man Ice on the wrist with the ice in the chains Ridin through the hood got me grippin the grain And I'm sippin the same while I'm changin the lanes Eyes real tight cuz I'm chokin the creep Vision messed up cuz I'm drinkin the lean Messing with D boys riding them big toys Make your main gal wanna get on my team She gotta give it up before she get in my car I ain't Denzel but I know Imma star Cuz when I'm in the club I be back in the far in the VIP part everybody in the bar [Verse 2 - DJ Paul] DJ Paul is a dog, one you do not trust You leave your green around me Nigga your green gonna get lit up You leave your drink around me Believe your drink gonna get drunk up You leave your girl around me And she bet she gonna get stuffed These niggas is spies we living it live keep them nice tires Ridin around what they like Make a couple of nuns a couple of dimes Its purple purp purple purp purple and swallow it down with the yurple yip yurple yip yurples its goin down! [Chorus] I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I [Verse 3 - Young Buck] Puff puff pass nigga roll that blunt Let's get high nigga smoke us one Car pull out the phantom Niggas can't stand it but them hoes gon' come out Just really wanna smoke my weed Fuck these hoes and stack my cheese Stop at the light and pause on 3 Hit the mall and it be all on me But gotta keep one eye out for the po-po Close the window when I roll the indo Know they mad cuz I roll the benzo It's that purple not pretendo Three 6 Mafia and they my kin folks So when I'm in Memphis, Ten-a-key I just might not bring my own Cuz them niggas still let me smoke for free [Verse 4 - Crunchy Black] Whats up mary! how you doin? Mary jane stanky nigga Since I have met you girl you ruined my brain (ruined my brain) You stole my heart (You stole my heart) Right from the start (Right from the start) So I broke you down lil mama put you in a gar (in a gar) [Chorus] [Verse 5 - 8Ball] Front row full of that dro Leave the club full of rolls 8 mo Yo girlfriend wanna ride with me In the car wit a pimp where she supposed ta be You aint met no dudes spittin cold as me With a bag of kush that cost six-fifty Have a nigga who smoke Reggie Miller Coughin and choking constantly Tastes like fruit when you hit it Gotta have bread to get it Smoke all night, sleep all day That to me the American way Roll that shit, light that shit, hit that shit, hold that shit, blow that shit out slow Then pass it to me bro [Verse 6 - MJG] MJ gonna sprinkle in some of that super incredible Have a nigga runnin back Where the nigga really good sticky number at Cuttin through the cigarillo like a lumberjack In the morning what I need is to breath again a whole lot of weed But maybe somebody can give me what I need when I want no less than the best of the trees DJ Paul and Juicy J, 8-ball and MJG, and Young Buck we don't give a fuck We must represent this Tennessee We drink a whole lot of Hennessey Nigga got a little hair on his chest And we be like Bill Clinton girl take it out ya mouth We'll shoot it down right on yo chest [Fade Out...] I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I!! |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown [Explicit Version] (2005)
[Chorus]
I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I [Verse 1 - Juicy J] Call me the juice and you know Imma stunt Ride in the car with some bump in the trunk Tone in my lap and you know it's the pump Breakin down the good weed rollin the blunt Ghetto pimp tight girls say I'm the man Ice on the wrist with the ice in the chains Ridin through the hood got me grippin the grain And I'm sippin the same while I'm changin the lanes Eyes real tight cuz I'm chokin the creep Vision messed up cuz I'm drinkin the lean Messing with D boys riding them big toys Make your main gal wanna get on my team She gotta give it up before she get in my car I ain't Denzel but I know Imma star Cuz when I'm in the club I be back in the far in the VIP part everybody in the bar [Verse 2 - DJ Paul] DJ Paul is a dog, one you do not trust You leave your green around me Nigga your green gonna get lit up You leave your drink around me Believe your drink gonna get drunk up You leave your girl around me And she bet she gonna get stuffed These niggas is spies we living it live keep them nice tires Ridin around what they like Make a couple of nuns a couple of dimes Its purple purp purple purp purple and swallow it down with the yurple yip yurple yip yurples its goin down! [Chorus] I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I [Verse 3 - Young Buck] Puff puff pass nigga roll that blunt Let's get high nigga smoke us one Car pull out the phantom Niggas can't stand it but them hoes gon' come out Just really wanna smoke my weed Fuck these hoes and stack my cheese Stop at the light and pause on 3 Hit the mall and it be all on me But gotta keep one eye out for the po-po Close the window when I roll the indo Know they mad cuz I roll the benzo It's that purple not pretendo Three 6 Mafia and they my kin folks So when I'm in Memphis, Ten-a-key I just might not bring my own Cuz them niggas still let me smoke for free [Verse 4 - Crunchy Black] Whats up mary! how you doin? Mary jane stanky nigga Since I have met you girl you ruined my brain (ruined my brain) You stole my heart (You stole my heart) Right from the start (Right from the start) So I broke you down lil mama put you in a gar (in a gar) [Chorus] [Verse 5 - 8Ball] Front row full of that dro Leave the club full of rolls 8 mo Yo girlfriend wanna ride with me In the car wit a pimp where she supposed ta be You aint met no dudes spittin cold as me With a bag of kush that cost six-fifty Have a nigga who smoke Reggie Miller Coughin and choking constantly Tastes like fruit when you hit it Gotta have bread to get it Smoke all night, sleep all day That to me the American way Roll that shit, light that shit, hit that shit, hold that shit, blow that shit out slow Then pass it to me bro [Verse 6 - MJG] MJ gonna sprinkle in some of that super incredible Have a nigga runnin back Where the nigga really good sticky number at Cuttin through the cigarillo like a lumberjack In the morning what I need is to breath again a whole lot of weed But maybe somebody can give me what I need when I want no less than the best of the trees DJ Paul and Juicy J, 8-ball and MJG, and Young Buck we don't give a fuck We must represent this Tennessee We drink a whole lot of Hennessey Nigga got a little hair on his chest And we be like Bill Clinton girl take it out ya mouth We'll shoot it down right on yo chest [Fade Out...] I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I!! |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown [Explicit Version] (2005)
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I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I [Verse 1 - Juicy J] Call me the juice and you know Imma stunt Ride in the car with some bump in the trunk Tone in my lap and you know it's the pump Breakin down the good weed rollin the blunt Ghetto pimp tight girls say I'm the man Ice on the wrist with the ice in the chains Ridin through the hood got me grippin the grain And I'm sippin the same while I'm changin the lanes Eyes real tight cuz I'm chokin the creep Vision messed up cuz I'm drinkin the lean Messing with D boys riding them big toys Make your main gal wanna get on my team She gotta give it up before she get in my car I ain't Denzel but I know Imma star Cuz when I'm in the club I be back in the far in the VIP part everybody in the bar [Verse 2 - DJ Paul] DJ Paul is a dog, one you do not trust You leave your green around me Nigga your green gonna get lit up You leave your drink around me Believe your drink gonna get drunk up You leave your girl around me And she bet she gonna get stuffed These niggas is spies we living it live keep them nice tires Ridin around what they like Make a couple of nuns a couple of dimes Its purple purp purple purp purple and swallow it down with the yurple yip yurple yip yurples its goin down! [Chorus] I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I [Verse 3 - Young Buck] Puff puff pass nigga roll that blunt Let's get high nigga smoke us one Car pull out the phantom Niggas can't stand it but them hoes gon' come out Just really wanna smoke my weed Fuck these hoes and stack my cheese Stop at the light and pause on 3 Hit the mall and it be all on me But gotta keep one eye out for the po-po Close the window when I roll the indo Know they mad cuz I roll the benzo It's that purple not pretendo Three 6 Mafia and they my kin folks So when I'm in Memphis, Ten-a-key I just might not bring my own Cuz them niggas still let me smoke for free [Verse 4 - Crunchy Black] Whats up mary! how you doin? Mary jane stanky nigga Since I have met you girl you ruined my brain (ruined my brain) You stole my heart (You stole my heart) Right from the start (Right from the start) So I broke you down lil mama put you in a gar (in a gar) [Chorus] [Verse 5 - 8Ball] Front row full of that dro Leave the club full of rolls 8 mo Yo girlfriend wanna ride with me In the car wit a pimp where she supposed ta be You aint met no dudes spittin cold as me With a bag of kush that cost six-fifty Have a nigga who smoke Reggie Miller Coughin and choking constantly Tastes like fruit when you hit it Gotta have bread to get it Smoke all night, sleep all day That to me the American way Roll that shit, light that shit, hit that shit, hold that shit, blow that shit out slow Then pass it to me bro [Verse 6 - MJG] MJ gonna sprinkle in some of that super incredible Have a nigga runnin back Where the nigga really good sticky number at Cuttin through the cigarillo like a lumberjack In the morning what I need is to breath again a whole lot of weed But maybe somebody can give me what I need when I want no less than the best of the trees DJ Paul and Juicy J, 8-ball and MJG, and Young Buck we don't give a fuck We must represent this Tennessee We drink a whole lot of Hennessey Nigga got a little hair on his chest And we be like Bill Clinton girl take it out ya mouth We'll shoot it down right on yo chest [Fade Out...] I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I!! |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown [Screwed and Chopped] (2005)
[Chorus]
I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I [Verse 1 - Juicy J] Call me the juice and you know Imma stunt Ride in the car with some bump in the trunk Tone in my lap and you know it's the pump Breakin down the good weed rollin the blunt Ghetto pimp tight girls say I'm the man Ice on the wrist with the ice in the chains Ridin through the hood got me grippin the grain And I'm sippin the same while I'm changin the lanes Eyes real tight cuz I'm chokin the creep Vision messed up cuz I'm drinkin the lean Messing with D boys riding them big toys Make your main gal wanna get on my team She gotta give it up before she get in my car I ain't Denzel but I know Imma star Cuz when I'm in the club I be back in the far in the VIP part everybody in the bar [Verse 2 - DJ Paul] DJ Paul is a dog, one you do not trust You leave your green around me Nigga your green gonna get lit up You leave your drink around me Believe your drink gonna get drunk up You leave your girl around me And she bet she gonna get stuffed These niggas is spies we living it live keep them nice tires Ridin around what they like Make a couple of nuns a couple of dimes Its purple purp purple purp purple and swallow it down with the yurple yip yurple yip yurples its goin down! [Chorus] I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I [Verse 3 - Young Buck] Puff puff pass nigga roll that blunt Let's get high nigga smoke us one Car pull out the phantom Niggas can't stand it but them hoes gon' come out Just really wanna smoke my weed Fuck these hoes and stack my cheese Stop at the light and pause on 3 Hit the mall and it be all on me But gotta keep one eye out for the po-po Close the window when I roll the indo Know they mad cuz I roll the benzo It's that purple not pretendo Three 6 Mafia and they my kin folks So when I'm in Memphis, Ten-a-key I just might not bring my own Cuz them niggas still let me smoke for free [Verse 4 - Crunchy Black] Whats up mary! how you doin? Mary jane stanky nigga Since I have met you girl you ruined my brain (ruined my brain) You stole my heart (You stole my heart) Right from the start (Right from the start) So I broke you down lil mama put you in a gar (in a gar) [Chorus] [Verse 5 - 8Ball] Front row full of that dro Leave the club full of rolls 8 mo Yo girlfriend wanna ride with me In the car wit a pimp where she supposed ta be You aint met no dudes spittin cold as me With a bag of kush that cost six-fifty Have a nigga who smoke Reggie Miller Coughin and choking constantly Tastes like fruit when you hit it Gotta have bread to get it Smoke all night, sleep all day That to me the American way Roll that shit, light that shit, hit that shit, hold that shit, blow that shit out slow Then pass it to me bro [Verse 6 - MJG] MJ gonna sprinkle in some of that super incredible Have a nigga runnin back Where the nigga really good sticky number at Cuttin through the cigarillo like a lumberjack In the morning what I need is to breath again a whole lot of weed But maybe somebody can give me what I need when I want no less than the best of the trees DJ Paul and Juicy J, 8-ball and MJG, and Young Buck we don't give a fuck We must represent this Tennessee We drink a whole lot of Hennessey Nigga got a little hair on his chest And we be like Bill Clinton girl take it out ya mouth We'll shoot it down right on yo chest [Fade Out...] I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I!! |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown (2006)
[Chorus]
I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I [Verse 1 - Juicy J] Call me the juice and you know Imma stunt Ride in the car with some bump in the trunk Tone in my lap and you know it's the pump Breakin down the good weed rollin the blunt Ghetto pimp tight girls say I'm the man Ice on the wrist with the ice in the chains Ridin through the hood got me grippin the grain And I'm sippin the same while I'm changin the lanes Eyes real tight cuz I'm chokin the creep Vision messed up cuz I'm drinkin the lean Messing with D boys riding them big toys Make your main gal wanna get on my team She gotta give it up before she get in my car I ain't Denzel but I know Imma star Cuz when I'm in the club I be back in the far in the VIP part everybody in the bar [Verse 2 - DJ Paul] DJ Paul is a dog, one you do not trust You leave your green around me Nigga your green gonna get lit up You leave your drink around me Believe your drink gonna get drunk up You leave your girl around me And she bet she gonna get stuffed These niggas is spies we living it live keep them nice tires Ridin around what they like Make a couple of nuns a couple of dimes Its purple purp purple purp purple and swallow it down with the yurple yip yurple yip yurples its goin down! [Chorus] I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I [Verse 3 - Young Buck] Puff puff pass nigga roll that blunt Let's get high nigga smoke us one Car pull out the phantom Niggas can't stand it but them hoes gon' come out Just really wanna smoke my weed Fuck these hoes and stack my cheese Stop at the light and pause on 3 Hit the mall and it be all on me But gotta keep one eye out for the po-po Close the window when I roll the indo Know they mad cuz I roll the benzo It's that purple not pretendo Three 6 Mafia and they my kin folks So when I'm in Memphis, Ten-a-key I just might not bring my own Cuz them niggas still let me smoke for free [Verse 4 - Crunchy Black] Whats up mary! how you doin? Mary jane stanky nigga Since I have met you girl you ruined my brain (ruined my brain) You stole my heart (You stole my heart) Right from the start (Right from the start) So I broke you down lil mama put you in a gar (in a gar) [Chorus] [Verse 5 - 8Ball] Front row full of that dro Leave the club full of rolls 8 mo Yo girlfriend wanna ride with me In the car wit a pimp where she supposed ta be You aint met no dudes spittin cold as me With a bag of kush that cost six-fifty Have a nigga who smoke Reggie Miller Coughin and choking constantly Tastes like fruit when you hit it Gotta have bread to get it Smoke all night, sleep all day That to me the American way Roll that shit, light that shit, hit that shit, hold that shit, blow that shit out slow Then pass it to me bro [Verse 6 - MJG] MJ gonna sprinkle in some of that super incredible Have a nigga runnin back Where the nigga really good sticky number at Cuttin through the cigarillo like a lumberjack In the morning what I need is to breath again a whole lot of weed But maybe somebody can give me what I need when I want no less than the best of the trees DJ Paul and Juicy J, 8-ball and MJG, and Young Buck we don't give a fuck We must represent this Tennessee We drink a whole lot of Hennessey Nigga got a little hair on his chest And we be like Bill Clinton girl take it out ya mouth We'll shoot it down right on yo chest [Fade Out...] I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I!! |
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from Three 6 Mafia - When The Smoke Clears (2000)
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
[Repeat 8x] [Pimp C] I'm trill working the wheel, a pimp not a simp Keep the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear Blimp We eat so many shrimp, I got iodine poisoning Fuck niggas make me sick with all that pinchin' and bargaining You say that you a boss, I ain't believing that shit You got the funny Geneva watch, with the Ferrari kit Take that monkey shit off, you embarrassing us I got the wet promenthazine, thick orange and yellow tuss Hydrocor-zone, on the hands-free phone The '84 zone, on them blades, 20-inch chrome If you got 16, you can get a biz-zerd I'm choking on that doja sweet and sipping on that sizz-erp [DJ Paul] Niggas scared to flaunt it, some niggas they want it want it Some niggas they joan it joan it, but I be fucked up up on it We're with the Mafia 6, and we ain't bout that bullshit If we gon' get high we gon' get high, and we gon' house a bitch Two niggas all at the mouth, two niggas all at the ass And plus there's some type of nigga Dick hard all night and she cool with that She popped her a pill of X, and drank on some orange juice And just when you thought she was freakin' she done got super loose Niggas come in by threes and deuces all in circles like duck-duck-goose All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie fruit 40 dollars for just one ounce ounce plus Tuss and X is how its pronounced Niggas sipping and dipping and tripping, man I'm bout all out Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip [Repeat 4x] [Juicy J] People always asking me, "Me the Three 6 high on that" Rolling on them X pills, stuttering pup-pup powder packs Woah-wuh where the weed at, ain't like that we need that Nyquil will slow me down, something that keep me easy Nothing like that yella yella that will have you itching man Talking like you "What's up, fool?" Vocal chords sounding lame In my days all we did was chief out on a quarter pound Gone on coke, eyes are bucked, this here shit will knock you down Knock you out, make you fall asleep when you're on them wheels Ain't no doubt, hit me when I beep for this refill Once again, on my wicked high, gotta have that drank Heard my name, Gino, I feel like I'm gonna fucking faint [Bun B] Nigga tell me what you know bout Frank, Nito and Young Guido Paul and Vito, we play a tune it sweeter than Pedito With my Three 6 nigga pouring up in my southern creedo Quick fast, we'll put it on your ass like John Vito Cause you fronting rap sanger, be creamy like a Zanger You ain't from the manger boy, but you gets the middle finger Come bang her, rum dranker, occaisionally take Your bitch to the Telly and be a dick and cum slanger When Big Bun come danger, nigga ring your alarm Sexy thang on my arm, cup of drank in my palm And that crazy shit, I'm tripping on some skinny bitches Something that's wholesome, Florida to Folsom And for the most I'm steady sippin' on some sizzerp Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip [Repeat til fade] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Hits (2005)
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
[Repeat 8x] [Pimp C] I'm trill working the wheel, a pimp not a simp Keep the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear Blimp We eat so many shrimp, I got iodine poisoning Fuck niggas make me sick with all that pinchin' and bargaining You say that you a boss, I ain't believing that shit You got the funny Geneva watch, with the Ferrari kit Take that monkey shit off, you embarrassing us I got the wet promenthazine, thick orange and yellow tuss Hydrocor-zone, on the hands-free phone The '84 zone, on them blades, 20-inch chrome If you got 16, you can get a biz-zerd I'm choking on that doja sweet and sipping on that sizz-erp [DJ Paul] Niggas scared to flaunt it, some niggas they want it want it Some niggas they joan it joan it, but I be fucked up up on it We're with the Mafia 6, and we ain't bout that bullshit If we gon' get high we gon' get high, and we gon' house a bitch Two niggas all at the mouth, two niggas all at the ass And plus there's some type of nigga Dick hard all night and she cool with that She popped her a pill of X, and drank on some orange juice And just when you thought she was freakin' she done got super loose Niggas come in by threes and deuces all in circles like duck-duck-goose All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie fruit 40 dollars for just one ounce ounce plus Tuss and X is how its pronounced Niggas sipping and dipping and tripping, man I'm bout all out Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip [Repeat 4x] [Juicy J] People always asking me, "Me the Three 6 high on that" Rolling on them X pills, stuttering pup-pup powder packs Woah-wuh where the weed at, ain't like that we need that Nyquil will slow me down, something that keep me easy Nothing like that yella yella that will have you itching man Talking like you "What's up, fool?" Vocal chords sounding lame In my days all we did was chief out on a quarter pound Gone on coke, eyes are bucked, this here shit will knock you down Knock you out, make you fall asleep when you're on them wheels Ain't no doubt, hit me when I beep for this refill Once again, on my wicked high, gotta have that drank Heard my name, Gino, I feel like I'm gonna fucking faint [Bun B] Nigga tell me what you know bout Frank, Nito and Young Guido Paul and Vito, we play a tune it sweeter than Pedito With my Three 6 nigga pouring up in my southern creedo Quick fast, we'll put it on your ass like John Vito Cause you fronting rap sanger, be creamy like a Zanger You ain't from the manger boy, but you gets the middle finger Come bang her, rum dranker, occaisionally take Your bitch to the Telly and be a dick and cum slanger When Big Bun come danger, nigga ring your alarm Sexy thang on my arm, cup of drank in my palm And that crazy shit, I'm tripping on some skinny bitches Something that's wholesome, Florida to Folsom And for the most I'm steady sippin' on some sizzerp Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip [Repeat til fade] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown [Clean Version] (2005)
<i>[DJ Paul]</i>
Yeah... This a dance song for all my niggaz in the club that don't dance... Just be in the back arms folded... Blunt in the mouth... Cap pulled down just scoping everything KnowhatI'msayin? Just in the cut... Watching you haters With a tone on em... <i>[Chorus - DJ Paul]</i> I'm in the club posted up (up) got my arms folded Blunt in my mouth and these haters I'm scoping I'm just Twisting my body from side 2 side (I'm just) Twisting my body from side 2 side I'm in the club posted up (up) got my arms folded Fitted pulled down and these haters I'm scoping I'm just Twisting my body from side 2 side (I'm just) Twisting my body from side 2 side <i>[DJ Paul]</i> See ho I don't dance (dance) In the city where I'm from I wear the pants (wear the pants) These bitches think they cool (cool) I got the dick so I make the rules (make the rules) I drive a big ol' car (big ol' car) I love a bitch with a big ol' bra (big ol' bra) She love sucking up cum (cum) I think I'mma give her some (some) These niggaz in here think I'm a ho (I'm a ho) Cause I'm quiet and ain't on the dance flo (dance flo) But if one of 'em try me (try me) I'mma be the new ink in his diary (diary) I bet my click thicker than his (his) We gon leave him on the floor in tears (tears) Plus I got a big tone (tone) Y'all suckaz betta leave me alone (leave me alone) <i>[Chorus - DJ Paul]</i> <i>[Crunchy Blac]</i> I'm in the club I'm posted up A nigga talk shit so talk up If you a thug then get buck Motherfucker it's whatever with me cause I act a fool I act a clown See I can dance lil buddy I get down You hear my music you know my style You hear the way Hypnotize put it down BITCH! <i>[Juicy J]</i> I thought you knew I was the mane (mane) D-boy off the chain (chain) Gon walk up to a girl tell a bitch I'm Rick James (James) Wit the diamonds in my rang (rang) and gold point fangs (fangs) And you know I'm hood rich means I got a lil change (change) Wit my thugs from the North cause I know they got my back Looking for some chickens that can work it on the track I'm just tryna get a mill I ain't tryna be a mack Posted up in the club wit a pocket full of crack <i>[Chorus - DJ Paul]</i> <i>[music to fade]</i> |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown [Explicit Version] (2005)
<i>[DJ Paul]</i>
Yeah... This a dance song for all my niggaz in the club that don't dance... Just be in the back arms folded... Blunt in the mouth... Cap pulled down just scoping everything KnowhatI'msayin? Just in the cut... Watching you haters With a tone on em... <i>[Chorus - DJ Paul]</i> I'm in the club posted up (up) got my arms folded Blunt in my mouth and these haters I'm scoping I'm just Twisting my body from side 2 side (I'm just) Twisting my body from side 2 side I'm in the club posted up (up) got my arms folded Fitted pulled down and these haters I'm scoping I'm just Twisting my body from side 2 side (I'm just) Twisting my body from side 2 side <i>[DJ Paul]</i> See ho I don't dance (dance) In the city where I'm from I wear the pants (wear the pants) These bitches think they cool (cool) I got the dick so I make the rules (make the rules) I drive a big ol' car (big ol' car) I love a bitch with a big ol' bra (big ol' bra) She love sucking up cum (cum) I think I'mma give her some (some) These niggaz in here think I'm a ho (I'm a ho) Cause I'm quiet and ain't on the dance flo (dance flo) But if one of 'em try me (try me) I'mma be the new ink in his diary (diary) I bet my click thicker than his (his) We gon leave him on the floor in tears (tears) Plus I got a big tone (tone) Y'all suckaz betta leave me alone (leave me alone) <i>[Chorus - DJ Paul]</i> <i>[Crunchy Blac]</i> I'm in the club I'm posted up A nigga talk shit so talk up If you a thug then get buck Motherfucker it's whatever with me cause I act a fool I act a clown See I can dance lil buddy I get down You hear my music you know my style You hear the way Hypnotize put it down BITCH! <i>[Juicy J]</i> I thought you knew I was the mane (mane) D-boy off the chain (chain) Gon walk up to a girl tell a bitch I'm Rick James (James) Wit the diamonds in my rang (rang) and gold point fangs (fangs) And you know I'm hood rich means I got a lil change (change) Wit my thugs from the North cause I know they got my back Looking for some chickens that can work it on the track I'm just tryna get a mill I ain't tryna be a mack Posted up in the club wit a pocket full of crack <i>[Chorus - DJ Paul]</i> <i>[music to fade]</i> |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown [Screwed and Chopped] (2005)
<i>[DJ Paul]</i>
Yeah... This a dance song for all my niggaz in the club that don't dance... Just be in the back arms folded... Blunt in the mouth... Cap pulled down just scoping everything KnowhatI'msayin? Just in the cut... Watching you haters With a tone on em... <i>[Chorus - DJ Paul]</i> I'm in the club posted up (up) got my arms folded Blunt in my mouth and these haters I'm scoping I'm just Twisting my body from side 2 side (I'm just) Twisting my body from side 2 side I'm in the club posted up (up) got my arms folded Fitted pulled down and these haters I'm scoping I'm just Twisting my body from side 2 side (I'm just) Twisting my body from side 2 side <i>[DJ Paul]</i> See ho I don't dance (dance) In the city where I'm from I wear the pants (wear the pants) These bitches think they cool (cool) I got the dick so I make the rules (make the rules) I drive a big ol' car (big ol' car) I love a bitch with a big ol' bra (big ol' bra) She love sucking up cum (cum) I think I'mma give her some (some) These niggaz in here think I'm a ho (I'm a ho) Cause I'm quiet and ain't on the dance flo (dance flo) But if one of 'em try me (try me) I'mma be the new ink in his diary (diary) I bet my click thicker than his (his) We gon leave him on the floor in tears (tears) Plus I got a big tone (tone) Y'all suckaz betta leave me alone (leave me alone) <i>[Chorus - DJ Paul]</i> <i>[Crunchy Blac]</i> I'm in the club I'm posted up A nigga talk shit so talk up If you a thug then get buck Motherfucker it's whatever with me cause I act a fool I act a clown See I can dance lil buddy I get down You hear my music you know my style You hear the way Hypnotize put it down BITCH! <i>[Juicy J]</i> I thought you knew I was the mane (mane) D-boy off the chain (chain) Gon walk up to a girl tell a bitch I'm Rick James (James) Wit the diamonds in my rang (rang) and gold point fangs (fangs) And you know I'm hood rich means I got a lil change (change) Wit my thugs from the North cause I know they got my back Looking for some chickens that can work it on the track I'm just tryna get a mill I ain't tryna be a mack Posted up in the club wit a pocket full of crack <i>[Chorus - DJ Paul]</i> <i>[music to fade]</i> |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown (2006)
<i>[DJ Paul]</i>
Yeah... This a dance song for all my niggaz in the club that don't dance... Just be in the back arms folded... Blunt in the mouth... Cap pulled down just scoping everything KnowhatI'msayin? Just in the cut... Watching you haters With a tone on em... <i>[Chorus - DJ Paul]</i> I'm in the club posted up (up) got my arms folded Blunt in my mouth and these haters I'm scoping I'm just Twisting my body from side 2 side (I'm just) Twisting my body from side 2 side I'm in the club posted up (up) got my arms folded Fitted pulled down and these haters I'm scoping I'm just Twisting my body from side 2 side (I'm just) Twisting my body from side 2 side <i>[DJ Paul]</i> See ho I don't dance (dance) In the city where I'm from I wear the pants (wear the pants) These bitches think they cool (cool) I got the dick so I make the rules (make the rules) I drive a big ol' car (big ol' car) I love a bitch with a big ol' bra (big ol' bra) She love sucking up cum (cum) I think I'mma give her some (some) These niggaz in here think I'm a ho (I'm a ho) Cause I'm quiet and ain't on the dance flo (dance flo) But if one of 'em try me (try me) I'mma be the new ink in his diary (diary) I bet my click thicker than his (his) We gon leave him on the floor in tears (tears) Plus I got a big tone (tone) Y'all suckaz betta leave me alone (leave me alone) <i>[Chorus - DJ Paul]</i> <i>[Crunchy Blac]</i> I'm in the club I'm posted up A nigga talk shit so talk up If you a thug then get buck Motherfucker it's whatever with me cause I act a fool I act a clown See I can dance lil buddy I get down You hear my music you know my style You hear the way Hypnotize put it down BITCH! <i>[Juicy J]</i> I thought you knew I was the mane (mane) D-boy off the chain (chain) Gon walk up to a girl tell a bitch I'm Rick James (James) Wit the diamonds in my rang (rang) and gold point fangs (fangs) And you know I'm hood rich means I got a lil change (change) Wit my thugs from the North cause I know they got my back Looking for some chickens that can work it on the track I'm just tryna get a mill I ain't tryna be a mack Posted up in the club wit a pocket full of crack <i>[Chorus - DJ Paul]</i> <i>[music to fade]</i> |
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