Three 6 Mafia

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

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

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

<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>

<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>

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)

[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

<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

<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>

(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)

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]