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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 Justin Timberlake - Futuresex/Lovesounds (2007)
I know you see me lookin
girl gon wanna nag right A little closer let me see you in the spotlight Now turn around and let me see just what ya curve like Go grab ya friends and yall could come to the back Ohhh Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne Relax relax Take ya coat off and let me get ya name I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame I like the way you talk ya game we might be one in the same Now I know you got a buzz of that alcohol I got a house that could entertain all of yall Maybe later on I'll give you a phone call I'm bout to slide out but I'll get back at ya ohhh And when I call don't give me the run around I ain't gonna have ya try and play me like a silly clown Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothin to think about Ya got me feenin but girl you don't hear me Little lady lady lady Ya got me just screwed up Off of ya melody Little lady lady lady Come on and don't chop me up Please don't make a fool of me Little lady lady lady Ya got me just screwed up Off of ya melody Easy baby baby baby Come on girl don't chop me up Please don't make a fool of me Ya kinda cute baby are you new in town My name is Timb aka Thomas Crown I heard ya lost do you know your way around If ya got a problem baby I could hold you down ohhh I can be ya navigator or ya compass Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish You the party baby I'm just the guest list I think I need some tylenol you got me restless So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house Lets watch sex in the city or desperate housewives Simon says touch your's while you touch mine Parental discretion is advised ohhh Yall could be the star in my ficky spot light Studio fifty four if we get the props right All we need right now is a little bit little bit of act right Yall lookin shy but yall act like yall don't hear me Little lady lady lady Ya got me just screwed up Off of ya melody Little lady lady lady Come on and don't chop me up Please don't make a fool of me Little lady lady lady Ya got me just screwed up Off of ya melody Easy baby baby baby Come on girl don't chop me up Please don't make a fool of me Little lady lady lady Ya got me just screwed up Off of ya melody Little lady lady lady Come on and don't chop me up Please don't make a fool of me Little lady lady lady Ya got me just screwed up Off of ya melody Easy baby baby baby Come on girl don't chop me up Please don't make a fool of me Screwed up Chop me up Screwed up Off of ya melody Chop me up Please don't make a fool of me |
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from David Banner - Certified (2005)
It's ya boy, David Banner
I'ma see if I can bring the gangsta walk back Memphis, Mississipi, everybody from the South Let's walk! Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch We represent Memphis, 'Sippi And I don't think y'all really wanna get wit me We started gangsta walkin', nigga, now no MC Hammer Just a really dealy, get you hyper than hype No cut or no arm 'n' hammer Slam a hater to the flo', stomp 'em all on in dat hole Mean as hell on dat liquor, meaner than dat on that blow So don't push me, motherfucker, push me motherfucker, push I'm affiliated wit more terrorists than G Bush, bitch! We got them niggaz gettin' wild, gettin' buck, havin' fist Put a bottle in their hand, put a blunt to their lips Gangsta walkin' in da club, err'body gon' piss And da hoes on the corner workin' graveyard shift Yeah, they call me the juice from that north north set Where they rob for the folks and they divvy up the net Ain't no talkin', fuck some talkin', we gon' shoot 'em in they chest If a coward wanna jump, it's gon' be a bloody mess, bitch! Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Now we can get it buck in da club With niggaz I suggest you tuck yo' chain Fuck security, find out they can't do a thang Out the frame pussy nigga, you too soft, push you off me Stompin' hoes to the flo' and never scared to pop heat Ah, hammer on your bird, on the chest, don't talk shit tonight Ain't no thang to bust yo' head and start a fight Like bitch, what?s up now? North Mississippi in this bastard Fuck around my nizzle and get your whole body plastered I remember the wall trick, if you got some manner Gangsta walk yo' ass over here pumpin' to Banner Yeah! It'll be fabulous if you leave 'Cuz I'm tryin' to stomp your body till yo' ass can't breathe Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Left foot, right foot, swingin' both from yo' fist You better keep it movin' yo' weak ass might get hit Kids don't count when you buck back too hard Get ready to finish anything that you start Straight from the mound, boys, better not clown I got eighty-five niggaz wit me represent the town Two hundred automatic Uzi's wit atomic armed clips Make you boys take them paper pep poppers of your hip Young pimp smoke weed, don't stoke, might sip Four-fifths with a bunch of hollow tips in the whip I'm pimp tight MGJ, you can look at my resume Never been a trick, neva eva played Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Yea, hot ass, South Side, dick up in yo' muthafuckin mouth, nigga South Side till I die, Mississippi, weak bitch This hot shit by David Banner You ain't gotta go nowhere nigga I'm up in this city, you can find me nigga You ain?t gotta front like it?s hard, bitch boy, yea |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown (2006)
<i>[Juicy J]</i>
Let me chirp these fools Juice got weed Juice got pills Juice got the work on the corner cutting deals Juice know you haters out there snitching ain't for real So Juice got some gang niggas down for the kill Juice know the feds got surveillance on the field We never had a job but we sitting on a mill We ball out in the club wit our niggas staying trill We never wrote a check just them big face bills A player drinking Makers Marka, cranberry vodka Wearing a mink coat thats furry as Chewbacca I saw ya main girl and a player had to stop her Her name wasn't Silkk but her face was The Shocker The feds taking pictures of us balling but I got 'em A 7 footer hole for his body we gonna drop 'em We always on the grind we be watching when they watching And when they turn they back its the clucka-clucka-rock 'em yeah! <i>[Chorus - Project Pat x2]</i> If you boys got beef we can (roll wit it) In the club or the street we can (go wit it) It don't make me none (blow for blow wit it} Crack his head wit a gun (I'ma sho split it) <i>[DJ Paul]</i> We got them tones in the club and them bulletproof vests Them three fifty seven titanium Smith-N-Wess And plus we deep as hell and prepared to bust You gonna have hell if you fuck wit us and thats whats up The whole club we maintain These hydrashock bullets mushroom in ya brain We in bed with the med we give 'em something to do Cause clown ass niggas love to act a fool <i>[Crunchy Blac]</i> My hood is real nigga my hood ain't fake My hood is home nigga everything straight My hood will rob you with mask on they face My hood will do it to put food on they plate My hood ain't tame dog they wanna jump fool My hood they hang together they all jump you And if you don't believe me then come to my hood And you will see that it ain't all good <i>[Chorus - Project Pat x2]</i> <i>[Music to fade]</i> |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown (2006)
<i>[Intro]</i> {How many, how many talk that shit} <i>[repeated throughout the intro]</i>
Three 6 Mafia Frayser Boy Yeah, yeah it's going down You know what I'm sayin'? A lot of times we use the word bitch That goes for niggaz and hoes Whoever violate, gettin' faced wit' that bullshit Here's what you do <i>[Hook: DJ Paul + (Juicy J)]</i> Put your foot up they ass (what) Foot up they ass (what) If these bitches actin' bad Put your foot up they ass (yep) <i>[2x]</i> And tell that hoe (Don't violate me hoe, don't violate) <i>[4x]</i> <i>[DJ Paul]</i> Now niggaz man they try to copy the Three 6 but they too sloppy You boys is fakers, nothin' but carbon copies When we step up in the club, niggaz they play dead 'Cause of raps and all that bullshit that they said It ain't nothin behind your mugs but some motherfuckin' hugs Y'all niggaz nicer than grandmas and fuckin' ladybugs Yall haters shakin' like booties up in a strip club I'll cut your head off like Al Queda in this bitch WHAT! <i>[Juicy J]</i> I aint playin' wit' you niggaz I'll put my hands on you niggaz My foot will stand on you niggaz I thought you knew we pull triggers So why you testin' me bitches You must be tryin' to get stitches All on your forehead, you're cold dead For fuckin' wit' pimpin' I'll take the back of a gun Hit you, you startin' to run Split you wit' two fuckin' halves You mad runnin' your tongue I ain't no hoe that be likin' Bustin' and fightin' and bitin' I'm like a Tennessee Titan Tacklin' and bringin' the lightnin' bitch! <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Crunchy Black]</i> See I'm quick wit' the pistols Shootin', ain't missin' If I catch you slippin' then I'm going to get you mister I ain't gon' miss ya I'ma go and split ya No evidence, witnesses, no pictures Talk that shit bro Told you I'ma get ya Hit you in the head wit' the tip of the pistol Yea' I do it big, shit I'm playin' wit' your sister Like eskimos, leave you froze in a blizzard <i>[Frayser Boy]</i> Pick his ass up, drop him off on his last breath Fuckin' wit' the hypnotize, you gon' have a fast death Real niggaz, yeah we is, you can come and find out Frizzle's on that bay, I can show you what my mind 'bout Three 6 got me on now I got to keep a tone 'Cause they haters now my haters, if we have to beef it's on Most of y'all been hoes, Frayser Boy's ten toed Leave his ass in the past nigga like Nintendo, whoa <i>[Hook]</i> |
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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 (2006)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Now every since I can remember I been popping my collar Popping popping my collar, popping, popping my collar Every since I can remember I been working this hoes And they betta put my money in my hand [DJ Paul] Now when it comes to getting bread I got the keys to the bakery A lot of dudes swear they play man they some fackery Let me catch a girl up out some work in mah site And believe I’m gon’ be atcha in the daylight with a flashlight I’m trying to get paid however money is made A lot dudes like to pay ladies to get laid But me I ain’t no pimp, I just love to borrow Paper from a fat bitch, a ugly bitch, a model, fa real [Juicy J] Well you know me by the Juice man hanging out with Big Keith Standing on tha porch, drinking liquor, drunk, smoking weed Trying to get a paycheck, but work that ain’t came yet Thats why I stay in a girl ear to keep that pussy wet So I could get paid and relax in the shade And say fuck a nine to five cuz a nigga tired of slaving It’s never easy for a playa in tha hood on tha come up If I meet a gal with three kids or more she get done up [Chorus] [Crunchy Blac] She’s just another hoe that I met in the hood I told her I was Crunchy Black and it was all good She might as well go on head and suck on my wood And let me whisper something in her ear if I could I got some hoes out there bringing ya boy back some good That ghetty green you know what I mean that bitch is understood Ain’t having to shout at no motherfucking slut You know I’m acting bitch make cut a fucking rug You better get out there and get my money in the woods I’ma hit cha in ya head and leave ya ass with a plug You know I gotta have, gotta get my money~ what These hoes out here be fucking for a motherfucking dub, FREAK BITCH! HJK&TG |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown (2006)
<i>[Intro DJ Paul talking (With Echos)]</i>
Yea! (Yea) Three Six (Six) Boogie Mane (Mane) Hypnotize Mindz (Tize Mindz) You know.. (You know) Niggaz get scared when they see these hard hittas (Hard Hittas) Walk up in the motherfuckin' club we comin to repossess and shit (Possess and shit) They start talking like girls and shit (And shit) <i>[Woman]</i> You cant touch me Stand back No!!! <i>[2x]</i> <i>[DJ Paul]</i> Yeah <i>[Hook 2x]</i> They got scared when these hard hittas came in They got chains but they all tucked in We got them thangs and we brought 'em all in These niggaz play dead when they hear we came in (Came in) <i>[Crunchy Blac]</i> See I'm a hard hitta yes I am And I dont really nigga give a damn About you and how you fuckin rock shit I put a 45 that make you bitches stop dead You wanna cock it go ahead and cock it Dont make a nigga like me make you drop it I'm ten toes I'm from tha M-fuckin-Town We gangster walkin You hear the fuckin gangster sound Its ashes to ashes dust to dust The gats we trust Y'all dont really wanna bust I see you and your crew nigga in da club You tuck in yo chainz you must be some sissy club Do you wanna go to war nigga & spit some blood You talkin that shit like a fuckin slut You talk shit then you might as well bring shit I shut this muthafuckin club down for you bitch! <i>[Hook 2x]</i> <i>[DJ Paul]</i> (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!) Now if you wonder why so many diss Hypnotize Its cause them haters ain't eatin they on some muthafuckin diets A lot them is really sick I think they got amnesia Cause on Sunday they diss ya But come Monday they need ya Quit tellin lies to the public If you could rewind your life back You probably be wit me on this track But I ain't come here my nigga for no sorrow no wounds But im'a stay bumpin till I bump by head on my tool Fo' real! <i>[Juicy J]</i> Niggaz wanna blame us cause they ain't famous They wanna ride a new whip instead of catchin the matter bus So why I gotta take the blame for lame ass niggaz not havin things Maybe you need to boost some clothes get yourself some pocket change I know you like them fairy tales say you make the three six sell So while my pockets still on swoll you reachin in the garbage pale Player I'm not your friend wit' it name a price and J'll spend it Get yourself a nine to five and try your luck on a lottery ticket <i>[Boogiemane]</i> What's up nigga Wanna be bad as the next nigga True facts you ain't gettin shit but fuck nigga Buck nigga catchin the cut when I rush nigga Jump nigga thinkin you cool you chump nigga Fuck that im'a get nine to get mine If you hood dog off in the club I'm on shine Pine in my mouth fuck up your cloud and get paid Wit' the same place to call our own and get away Whats the deal dog I be bout buckin and getting crunk And really dog I could care less about stunts In my trunk though where you gon' ride after the show Ain't no punk goes so I suppose you'll get throwed by some elbows Fuck it I'll fill his ass wit' holes on that funk blow throwin high low Like I'm a pro get crunk dog get buck dog But actin like a fuckin' fool gon' get you jumped dog |
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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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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown (2006)
(hey nigga get your weed, get your blow, get you drank together 'cus we 'bout ta get hiiiiiigh) Half on a sack or some blow Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow (Bring dat dro and pleanty P) [Juicy J] Nose all runny Found a snow bunny Take her to tha crib Make her drink cummy I'm from the hood I ain't never did this But now I can say that I done done it Cocain Blain thats my dog I called him up to house this slut We gon' fuck her in the back of da bus and fill her nose up full o' dat dust Three 6 Mafia wild on tour Wupin' these niggas and fuckin these whores In tha bathroom 'bout two whole hours Gettin' real high passed out on the floor Fuck that shit niggas on the frame Take 'em 1 on 1 back in the game back on the street back on the strip lookin' for a freak to run a train [Cruncy Black] What you boys doin with dat weed Where you boys goin with dat shit Beggin like a little kid Give a homie a little bit I aint no shmo yeah i smoke Chiefin on dat indo dope Hypnotize betta we make chedda All the haters hit da road Half on a sack or some blow Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow (Bring dat dro and pleanty P) Half on a sack or some blow Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow (Bring dat dro and pleanty P) [DJ Paul] My nostrels so stopped up I can't even smell no weed smoke The green man he got locked up So i better make the best out this dro I sniff I choke I'm really enjoyin myself It might seem like i'm sick but that green man it got me out I got a couple a chocolate thangs I got me a couple a white thangs I got me a couple a chinese bitches Their pussies really side ways A gallon bag ziplocked Filled to da trim wit a pound in it Me and scarecrow gon' fuck these hoes Mound that dro and we'll hit it [Cruncy Black] DJ Paul das my dog We break down wall like king kong When any nigga call my paddy deron We smoke some much call me chiech and chong High as a bird no like a plane It got me high im feelin it man Aint no shame in my game Give a boy that coca cain Half on a sack or some blow Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow (Bring dat dro and pleanty P) Half on a sack or some blow Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow (Bring dat dro and pleanty P) |
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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 Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown (2006)
[DJ Paul]
You know we gotta do one for all these niggaz out here sideline Hatin' y' know what I'm sayin'... don't get mad cause a nigga straight up Out the paint shop or car wash or the car lot or whatnot... feelin mean on The scene wit a pocket full of green y' know what I'm sayin'... and any one Of y'all hoes think a nigga gon give 'em somethin I can't give ya Shit but this dick in ya muthafuckin' mouth and ya muthafuckin' Hole and you gotta reach me somethin' for that ho cause I ain't For free bitch.. pay whatcha muthafuckin' weigh [Crunchy Blac] I pull up clean in my black fuckin' truck Rims still spinnin' so you know I'm cuttin' up I'm ridin' down the street bumpin' nothin' but us I spotted me a freak she was bout to catch a buzz I asked her whats her name baby it could be love But you know ya boy don't fuck wit nothin' but sluts The ones that make money and stack them bucks A bank for that cap and a bank for that butt Slut [Juicy J] Nigga I'll tell yo gal she can suck on this big ol' dick And won't be fucked up bout it if she pay her rent to a pimp And in the publics' eyes she can be legit be my bitch At the shake joint she gotta work a trick get the grip Never no back talkin' cause I call her jack backhand slap She come up short wit money baby then I snap wit a strap She gotta let these hoes know who the shit runnin' this And you just might have to throw some blows take a hit wit the fist [Chorus:] [DJ Paul and Mr. Bigg] Don't cha get mad when I swerve and I twist Ridin' ridin' down yo block I got my charm out the window Don't cha get mad when I swerve and I twist I ain't braggin' on myself but I deserve this miss [Chorus] [DJ Paul] I'm swervin', I'm twistin' from side to side I got that iron right on my side Them 20-inch vogues wit the yellow stripes A 'rillo rolled up wit some of that light The 360 turn on the fold down screens Turn it all the way around and watch it from the front seat The knock in the back got the trunk on rattle Them hoes flockin' to my whip thick like cattle [Lil Flip] Hey... you better put that money in my hand I was born to be a mack not yo muhfuckin' man You mad cause I hit cha ho me and her split cha dough Why you actin' surprised I know you heard this shit befo' Me and quint pushin' 'vettes smokin' 'dro no stress One tech two glocks infra red no vests I clock dollaz and pop collaz for a livin' I'm at pressure world every time I hit Memphis [Chorus x2] |
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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 - Most Known Unknown (2006)
Let's plan a robbery, (a robbery) (lets go...)
Let's plan a robbery (a robbery) Let's plan a robbery, (a robbery) (lets go...) Let's plan a robbery (a robbery) See I was on the North, North side in the projects cutterfield And dats where the the dope dealer nigga really live See they sold crack, and they sold weed too They specialize in cooking up the dope food To get it out, so the junkies can smoke too But me my nigga, I been smoking out chu And you ain't you cause yall been cutting up du I think I'ma have to touch ur ass with a tool Its easy come easy go yall know the rule HCP motherfucker you know I'll cut loose And if you got it, I'ma have to touch you Like knocking on your door and holla trick-or-treat fool Its Halloween motherfucker, don't let this motherfucker sight you A robbery to a muderery dance clue So any way that you want it, I got chu Its one way hallway nigga, so fuck you Let's plan a robbery, (a robbery) (lets go...) Let's plan a robbery (a robbery) Let's plan a robbery, (a robbery) (lets go...) Let's plan a robbery (a robbery) <i>[chorus continues with next part]</i> You see good with this yay, but I'm better with these guns I manage dope to collect these funds You see good with this yay, but I'm better with these guns I manage dope to collect these funds <i>[chorus ends]</i> I ran up in his spot, with the glock, his jaw dropped He knew I came for money and the weight I heard he got I cracked him in the middle of his face with the tome Tied his ass up and ransacked his home I had to rep his bitch cause the hoe was stacked I fucked her from the back, with my gun to her back I left up out his crib, with dolla and purple hat But eventually got caught 'cause of a dick hair Don't let me find out that you got that dope Don't let me find out that you snitching on folks Don't let me find out that you tryna get rich Ridding round' the fuckin' hood and making fun of niggaz shit Don't let me find out, feds tap a nigga phone Don't let me find out, 'cause if I find out its on Don't let me find out that niggaz selling purple drank Cuz I'ma rob all dem fools, like I robbed 20 banks Let's plan a robbery, (a robbery) (let's go...) Let's plan a robbery (a robbery) Let's plan a robbery, (a robbery) (let's go...) Let's plan a robbery (a robbery) <i>[chorus continues with next part]</i> You see good with this yay, but I'm better with these guns I manage dope to collect these funds You see good with this yay, but I'm better with these guns I manage dope to collect these funds <i>[chorus ends]</i> O-right O-o-o-right O-right O-o-o-right O-right O-o-o-right |
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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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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 - 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 [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
This for all my players out there ridin'... spinners I don't care where you at, the club parking lot The express way, whatever What I want you to do right now is just STOP And let em' keep spinnin' man [Hook 2X] I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners They don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners They don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners They don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners I'm rolin' [DJ Paul] Pedal to the metal then STOP, [*Brakes*] Take another sip from the syrup then STOP [*Brakes*] Let my seat back, drop the top then STOP [*Brakes*] See me something sexy, spot that ass I gotta STOP [*Brakes*] My rims so shiny they clear like flat-screen plasma Gals break when they see em' it's hard to breathe like they got asthma Older people trippin' cause they think they seein' thangs My car sittin' still but my rims still rolin' man, they off the chain [Juicy J] Everybody let ya spinwheels spin like a spinmill Juicy J on certain pills, cruisin' down to Knoxville See them thangs shinin' sparkin' like a diamond Bumpin' the Alpi-ne, why you's a lyin' Eyes like a Chinese, I'm drinkin' on the Heiny I'm ridin' on the strip, any party you can find me You rollin' with the finest, the North Memphis highness You ball till ya fall, till a player aged ninety [Hook 2X] [Lil' Flip] I got twenty inch spinners on my drop [*Brakes*] Nothin' but white and yellow rocks in my watch [*Brakes*] I'm doin' one-fifty so I'm watchin' for the cops [*Brakes*] Since I'm in the Lamborghini I ain't gon' stop [*Brakes*] I'm packin' a glock believe it or not I'm ready to bust And down here we drink purple (And we drink that Tuss) So |
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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 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 [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
The money I made didn't change me, nigga it changed you I stayed the same through my wealth, but take a look at you Back in the days I went to school wit ya, too cool wit ya But seems like now I can't fool wit ya [DJ Paul] Back in the days I went to school wit ya (Ya hear me) Like blood brothers I was cool wit ya (Ya feel me) I remember times I carried tools wit ya (I clapped) But now days I can't fool wit ya (I swear) You said I started to act funny (I can't see it) Since I made me some money (You believe it) It wasnt no problem when I gave it to you (I know) But since I quit I'm in the wrong to you (Thats low) It ain't my fault that I kept chasin my dreams You claimed you couldnt see the woods, because of too many trees (You dummy) And dispite impossibilities (You know) I turned to all impossibilities (For sho') But that ain't keepin it real in yo mind (I see) I gotta feed yo family and mine (Nigga please) I hate so bad that can't keep pleasin (Keep Samplin) I guess everything happens for a reason (Shit happens) [Chorus] [Chrunchy Black] I can't call you everyday, I got studio and shows You always want some money but ain't never wrote no flows You think I gotta put you in all our videos And every time I buy something you want some C notes You think you outta quit your job and come and work for me So you can sit on your ass and get paid for free So if you sit down and give this shit a little thought You the one thats actin funny so I cut your water off [Juicy J] Some people hate that Project Pat and Juicy J on the spot We pay cash for our cars that we push off the lot Back in |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
Let's start a motherfucking riot in this bitch! Let's start a motherfucking riot in this hoe! [Repeat 4x] [Verse One: DJ Paul] Yeah, yeah, yeah, fucker, yeah You got to be the weakest hoe in the world You move all the way to Memphis from [gunshots] (Atlanta) 'Cause you were scared like a little girl Little sorry broke bitch ass nigga You ran your mouth and got into it with some real ass niggaz You landed in the "M" and saw your life was in ruins By the way nigga, how your collarbone doing? I thought you we really quick to kick some ass down here Memphis, Tenn. I'll take the base out of it and say so clear Then you move back to [gunshots] (Atlanta) and got your shot up While you were driving you living a life of hell I guess you wanted to be so much like your favorite rapper That you even try to die like your favorite rapper At ninety pounds you're too small Look all the trouble you found You've done fuck around and find yourself under the ground I wanted to get in that ass so I invite you to a show But you's a ho because your ass didn't show you ain't buck bitch! [Chorus 4x] [Verse Two: Lord Infamous] This right here won't stay quiet It might strike up a riot Everytime we bump this shit somebody up in here die The dangerous Hypnotize is from the deadliest Minds We are the rowdiest of hypnotists out here you will find You better fuck with your kind You do not want none of mine We're the funkiest, bumpiest out on the grind This is one your sitting in your junk get ya crunk We're the specialist Triple six out on the funk So hit the floor and give |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
[Chorus: repeat 2X] I love a ghetto ass chick, break down rings for me If I would let her shoot, she'll count up this cheese for me It's going down like I knew it would We gon' keep on makin money cause this honey is good [Juicy J] I need a down ass chick, thatll roll wit the clique For the dope sale, bank robbin, cock it back and buck up on a bitch Kidnap vamp, leave a busters body, in a ditch Take the charge for you, always drinking liquor Stayin lit, when we in the bed, baby girl can ride Like a champ, give a playa head, lickin on my thang Like a stamp, if I had that I wouldnt trade anything For her she my main girl, main dog, thats my name, Paul [DJ Paul] Now I can't say that I love her, but I got some love for her She showed me, she was bout a haul before I really knowed her I schooled her bout them glocks, I schooled her bout them rocks I told her how to hold a spot when I was off the block She kept it hot, as soon as I stepped in the house she had my money spot Plus a dro blunt rolled up with a syrup lollipop The hood tried to holler everyday but it ain't nothin She down with the King but I still love a ghetto ass chick [Chorus] [Crunchy Black] This one here for the old lady but not dissin this time This for when you took the charge when I commited the crime I was out there super high playin mister crash dummy You put up all my money, didn't take nothing from me Always found your boy a lawyer when I caught me a case Paid all my fines and kept up with my court dates And even though I gave you hell with all these other lil broads You always came and made my bail when I broke the law The only one thats reliable the one thats depend |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
So this is what I'm a do man, you know what I'm sayin' I'm a get each of you niggaz, you know what I'm sayin' From the bay by the b-ball piece, when you see this nigga You know what I'm sayin', I want y'all to whoop his bitch ass Man you know what I'm sayin, beat his motha fuckin ass To the ground like a motherfucker man fuck this bitch ass [Juicy J] See this how ass kickin' get down, your boys get (Beat down!) Your bitches get (Beat down!) Your brothers get (Beat down!) Your mothers get (Beat down!) Your cousins get (Beat down!) And any nigga that try to clown we leavin' em on the ground 'Cuz we stomp a hole, until his ass throw up, and after that Them signs is gettin' thrown up, I'm answer to the right I'm answer to the left, we snatchin' your chain and check Your pockets 'till nothin' left [Crunchy Black] I'm a crunk this nigga though, treat 'em like a hoe Ask these lil' bitches what the fuck they hittin' for Crunchy ain't a hoe, and Crunchy can't go, and Crunchy ain't a nigga that you wanna fuck with low If you didn't know, then nigga you can know, then meet me Down foo in the middle of the floor, I'ma break it down slow And fill you up with dro, and smoke a little that 'till I Can't smoke no more I'm gon' whoop this nigga I'm gon' whoop this nigga I'm gon' take it outside click click (Boom!) with the trigger I'm gon' rob this boy, I'm gon' mob this boy I'm gon' call the fuckin killers do a job on this boy [Chorus] We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor We |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
Man let me tell you something Man let me tell you something Man this girl was sucking my dick so good the other day That she would tell me just let it go,just let it go Man i just ran off all in her mouth! [Chorus - Juicy J {Crunchy Black}] I'ma get my chief on {chief on} While she suck my ding dong {ding dong} Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong} Hard on like king kong {king kong} I'ma get my chief on {chief on} While she suck my ding dong {ding dong} Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong} Hard on like king kong {king kong} [Hook - Lord Infamous] Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead [Juicy J] This is how a playa Get and take a little slut to crystals I be fuckin on they mama Then I'm going for their sister Treat them hoes like I'm they father But you know a nigga outta Make them hoes remain in check up Whoop they ass like jerry lawler Yes we 'posed to dick em dick em Drop their drawers and take their lichen When I'm on the yellow syrup I like to fuck off in the kitchen Got a bitch with one big holie I call her one of my rolie rolies Foolest girls is always down When the party starts they rollin Free bitch eat bitch Everybody need this Let her suck yo balls while all up But don't kiss Never last long So enjoy it for the morning Boostnies and line Nigga come on let me bone it Hit it from the back or the side Hear |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
I got them rainbow colors in my cup Jollyranchers man that shit be good as fuck That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (Gettin Blowed) That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (I'm Blowed) [Verse One: Lil' Flip] Sippin on syrup cause I love to lean I'm high as fuck cause I'm puffin green And I got more enfedimines then Eckers and Walgreens I get high, as I park my, park my drop on the curb I'm smokin on that blueberry yeah I gots that good herb And when you come to H-town just hit me on the phone (Hello) And I'ma come and pick yall up and we gone smoke and zone (Where yall at) Cause you know I got that good weed and I got that purple drank Its one twenty for an eighth and two forty for a pint I got money in the bank so I ball like that Got 20's on my car, on my car like that Hit them all like that we ball like that I'll fuck yo hoe and wont call her back That's how we do it baby I gotta keep it real Oops my bad I'm like bumby I gotta keep it trill And I dont pop no pills I drop, I drop my trunk So you can see my neon light and hear them speakers bump (Boom-Boom) They call me Lil' Flip (Lil' Flip) I'm leanin to the left I'm like the yin-yang twin, sippin this sippin this syrup by myself [Chorus] I got them rainbow colors in my cup Jollyranchers man that shit be good as fuck That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (Gettin Blowed) That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (I'm Blowed) [Verse Two: DJ Paul] I'm zoned up and seein double Plus everything that I seein is already double So that's l |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
Mane check this shit out we was up in Chicago right With my nigga big hamp the nigga pass me a blunt Like smoke this shit nigga this some bin laden weed Y'all don't know nothing bout this down south What the fuck is bin laden weed its three different Kinds of weed all grown together that shit some straight killer Them Chicago niggaz call it bin laden mane some straight fie [chorus 4x's] Who got that hydro Who got that light green Who got that Bobby brown Who got that laden weed [DJ Paul] I swear sometimes I got to get high to hang around my hoe Sometimes I feel like I got to get high to hang round niggaz I know I sped it up on weed I slowed it down on snow Cause I seen somany niggaz fall off that blow One day they got it all and aint got shit to show So I came to my natures I had to cut that hoe So know I'm feeling happy I'm on that binny bin laden And niggaz is acting like they don't know what the fuck just happened My vision getting blurry I'm about to fall asleep Or am I dying I need to eat cause this some poutin weed My life start flashing like holograms like right in front Of my own face I never felt this way on one blunt I see my son gaining life and my dad losing his And old girlfriends and niggaz I shouldn't hung with The picture starting to fade its getting hard to breath I'm blacking out with no post up under my shirt and sleeve [Chorus 4x's] [Juicy J] Well since I'm on bin laden let me tell you a story Bout these three pussy rappers who couldn't do nothing for me Gave a whole lot of cheese said I fucked him his shit Smoked a whole lot of weed so he seem to forget Who boug |
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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 - Da Unbreakables [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
Gator Boots and the suits is the clothes Like a pimp Keep the money not folded in a roll Like a pimp When I see you bitch you better have my dough Like a pimp Reach Back Like a pimp Slap the Hoe [Juicy J] Now I ain't Don Juan with the magic wand wand but I can break a bitch for the cheese and the funds I don't have to use a gun or even make the hoe cum if a nigga go to jail then a bitch make bond while you shakin that ass in the shake john john I be sittin in the back rollin big blunt blunts let me know when you off to collect my money If a nigga can't get it then a nigga will hunt Cause playas like me don't see nothing funny bitch better have my motherfucking money black eyes and bruisin up a face I den done it to let her know these bonified pimps who run it She make a G a night but she told me 200 but that's what I get fuckin wit a snow bunny I told her like this ask that nigga you be callin police found a body that very next morning [Chorus (2x)] [Pimp C] Smoking on the dro Young R-uin pimpin for my paper and I'm looking for the chewin' bitch I got to do what the fuck I got to do sippin' pop pills smoke good and bank spru' stupid pussy niggaz acting all brand new when they get some money that's what fool boys do I ride in the side get high in the side grip on the granny get plenty good miles from them deep suckin' hoes with a mouth full of gold she playin with her nose but she suck a mean hose I can't even lie like a ghetto ass bitch is down for her daddy aint scared to break a trick a yellow ass, switch |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
I like the way she shake dat jelly, jelly, jelly jelly, jelly, jelly; jelly, jelly, jelly I like the way she work dat jelly, jelly, jelly jelly, jelly, jelly; jelly, jelly, jelly Where my double Ds at? Where my D cups at? Where my B cups at? Where my C cups at? Where my double Ds at? Where my D cups at? Where my B cups at? Where my C cups at? [Juicy J] Lil' mama so fine dancin' with them big titties Every nigga wanna save her, every nigga wanna hit it I'ma take her to the movies, I'ma buy her popcorn I'ma rub on her booty, I'ma try to pop on Why you tryin' to act stuck up? Thats fucked up mane I'ma tell ya shut the fuck up, or what's up mane Ain't the kind that like to show out, like I got cash I'm the kind that'll step up, and smack that ass She like to move that body, she can groove that body She the finest motherfucker I done seen in the party I don't know if she got weed, but it's cool with me I can tell she real ghetto and I love a freak Probably got a boyfriend, spendin' all his dough Why he standin' at the bar, she be on the floor I'ma go and make my move, I got nothin' to lose Cause I'm a pimp tight nigga from my head to my shoes Yeah [Chorus] [DJ Paul] Seein' some big thangs, layin' all in my frames I think I'll leave with two cause this clubs off the chain Where my double Ds at? Where my double Ds at? Where my bad bitches with the nice Bs and Cs at? You better believe that If you really bout some business let me squeeze that Your pussy print fat, I'll like to see my dick in that In and out, in and out, up and down, up and down Let me dig in that, dig |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
Ya this Lil Wyte layin' it down for that ACP We 'bout to throw these boys in a motherfuckin mosh pit For those of y'all who don't know what a mosh pit is It's just a bunch of drunk, ignorant motherfuckers gettin' the shit whooped out of 'em to some music, you know what I'm sayin? [Hook: repeat 2X] Throw 'em in the mosh pit! Stomp 'em in the mosh pit! Swing your motherfuckin fists and beat em in the mosh pit! [Juicy J] Its the Juice, up in the club So raise your set high in the air and show me love We drinkin' beer, we smokin' pere Its just alive and three 6 mafia in your ear We sippin' syrup, you might get hurt We snatchin' bitches beatin' 'em down in the dirt We dumpin' fur, we throwin' chairs So if you scary get your ass up out of here [DJ Paul] Now show them golds, and swing them bows Take your shirt off and commence to whippin' hoes We got that danger, built for a stranger Your boys scared to fuck with us but I don't blame 'em They swingin' knives, they poppin' guns Roll with them punches motherfucker don't run Swing back (swing back!), pop back (pop back!) Clear the room motherfucker like click click (boom!) [Hook 4X] [Josey Scott] Here I come, an only son I'm goin' straight out the ghetto to number one I'm gettin' higher, I'm on fire! So all you haters better get ready to retire I'm on the scene, I keep it mean I went from having no chedder to bling bling I got some ice, I'm never nice And I'm a killer so don't make me say it twice Straigh |
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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 [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
The most dangerous posse song ever It's going down, Hypnotize Camp Posse You did this nigga, shit talkin You wanna talk about something nigga Talk about how many hoes, clothes and bank rolls we got Who we got in here: Juicy J, Lil Wyte, Frayser Boy, Crunchy Black Lord Infamous and me DJ Paul the King of Memphis [Juicy J] Nigga we some maniacs, fuckin up our brainiacs Breakin down some dope, wit a razor boy remember that Crop a mix with Smilax Take a gun and cock it back Now I'm bout to blow my brains out cause I dont give a shit Hope you give a nigga reason to want ya The bigger gun the better The more shit you talk, the more blood the sweata' The plane crashes, the devil, the anthrax, the letters Forgot about the peddlers, we still in it together [Crunchy Black] Let me introduce myself, my fuckin nigga I'ma be the one to pull that fuckin trigga I'ma be the one thats sent to fuckin getcha You better watch out cause ill paint a picture A pretty little picture now how a nigga getcha Lock you in the trunk and take care of my business Paul and Juicy sent me so you know its big business C.B. nigga aint leavin no witness [DJ Paul] Yeah, make me a believer nigga Make some shit this bumpin you fuckin wannabes, Lord roll! [Lord Infamous] I am the predator you are the prey You play the target, Lord play the gage You play bitches and I mack hoes You run from niggaz, I find the snub nose I come from 3 6 picture platinum clique And you cant sell three copies of your shit You smoke garbage weed, and cheap packs a blow You own a vehicle, pick up the Scarecro |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Hits (2005)
[DJ Paul]
This for all my players out there ridin'... spinners I don't care where you at, the club parking lot The express way, whatever What I want you to do right now is just STOP And let em' keep spinnin' man [Hook 2X] I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners They don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners They don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners They don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners I'm rolin' [DJ Paul] Pedal to the metal then STOP, [Brakes] Take another sip from the syrup then STOP [Brakes] Let my seat back, drop the top then STOP [Brakes] See me something sexy, spot that ass I gotta STOP [Brakes] My rims so shiny they clear like flat-screen plasma Gals break when they see em' it's hard to breathe like they got asthma Older people trippin' cause they think they seein' thangs My car sittin' still but my rims still rolin' man, they off the chain [Juicy J] Everybody let ya spinwheels spin like a spinmill Juicy J on certain pills, cruisin' down to Knoxville See them thangs shinin' sparkin' like a diamond Bumpin' the Alpi-ne, why you's a lyin' Eyes like a Chinese, I'm drinkin' on the Heiny I'm ridin' on the strip, any party you can find me You rollin' with the finest, the North Memphis highness You ball till ya fall, till a player aged ninety [Hook 2X] [Lil' Flip] I got twenty inch spinners on my drop [Brakes] Nothin' but white and yellow rocks in my watch [Brakes] I'm doin' one-fifty so I'm watchin' for the cops [Brakes] Since I'm in the Lamborghini I ain't gon' stop [Brakes] I'm packin' a glock believe it or not I'm ready to bust And down here we drink purple (And we drink that Tuss) So grab a cup Juice so I can pour ir up And if you represent yo hood, go on throw it up It's the L-I-L F-L-I-P If I ain't smokin' trees, I'm pokin' freaks So throw the row of keys and let me roll Cause this the way we ball, I'm just lettin' you know We like our music slow but our cars go faster I'm in the V-12 with my cousin Big Shasta I'm Lil' Flipper and I'm a top ten seller Everybody slowin' down cause my drop is yellow [Hook 2X] [Lord Infamous] I saw my dog with the center circles so I [Brakes] They spinnin' like a saw so don't touch em' when I [Brakes] I saw a shanky broad that owe me money so I [Brakes] See me choke the hell up out my broad when I [Brakes] When ya stand by the blades you can feel a slight breeze Stop by House of Dubs just to keep em' on clean Fell up in the Peabody, the most expensive suite Them thangs still spinnin' when I filled out the receipt [Crunchy Black] I used to be clean in my Expedition A girl see me and she'll be wishin' That I'd stop and spit some pimpin' It's mackin' in me baby, I just thought I would mention She got hot like in the kitchen You see my kin folks, cars, and glisten Ain't nothin' like Sprewells cause they spinnin' It's CB baby I'm just in it to win it [Hook 2X] |
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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 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 Three 6 Mafia - When The Smoke Clears (2000)
[DJ Paul and Juicy J]
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (Whatcha niggas wanna do?) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (Talkin all that fuckin shit) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (Coward ass bitches) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (Whatcha niggas wanna do?) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (Talkin all that fucking shit) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (Fighting niggas over a bitch) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (Fuck you motherfuckin hoes) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off [Juicy J] To you haters I'm the predator Set em up, wet em up When I'm in the hood, I'm like a drug-dealer regular Coke poppin, bird shoppin, droppin don'tcha step ta tha Triple six, guns click, bitch we the murderers [Crunchy Black] Triple six is the clique, why y'all niggas keep hatin me Y'all gone make a nigga posse up and come and getcha bitch Grab that nigga by his throat, if he hollas, let em go I ain't gon' let that nigga go, I'ma hit it at em wit da fourty-four [Lord Infamous] I'ma sic' em, heat em, leave em bleedin, fill em fulla millimeter Bitch ass nigga, torture treat em, creature feature, coke and weed Soze, Two-L O Y D, sippin ounces of that liter Ask me if I worship Satan, I'ma send yo ass ta see em [DJ Paul] Now tell me how you boys talk wit all that shit in yo mouth And how the hell you down ta key that open doors for tha Mid-South? I put half of you haters on, make half of you haters groan Left half of you haters alone and watched you die all on your own and feel for ya [DJ Paul and Juicy J] I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (Whatcha bitches wanna do?) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (Cuz nigga we ain't playin wit ya) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (Whatcha hoes wanna do?) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (We got them tones ready ta blast) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (What's up nigga?) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (Scared ass cowards) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (Ain't no cowards in this motherfucker) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (Ain't no cowards) |
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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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