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<i>[Hook 2x]</i>
It ain't no bitch in my blood nigga its nothing but thug <i>[2x]</i> I'lll knock tha black off yo ass <i>[4x]</i> <i>[Project Pat]</i> {North North} <i>[repeated throughout verse]</i> The main nigga on the block where it's hot talking shit I be the main motherfucker somewhere dead in a ditch Bullet lead to his broke leg two off in his head Was he scared then hit the man 'cause of what he said Copastead I be copastatic means I'm to the good Copper lead in my automatic when I'm in your 'hood Wish you would try to flex dog pistol in my drawers Hollywood North Memphis dog motherfuck the laws Kept it real from the jump street still lookin' up to me Out your grill bustin' wit' the heat off of the concrete Blow your toes bloody out your nose got the body cold Guy's will roll you to hospital full of hollow holes Check 'em in with a sheisty grin you get out this cab You gon' hand me some damn ends break yourself for dad Doin' bad but I'm not for long my nigga it's on When I shoot with this fuckin' tone you is gon' be gone <i>[Hook 2x]</i> <i>[Juicy J]</i> {North North} <i>[Repeated throughtout verse]</i> (Mmmhmm) 10 g's will get your ass blown off Have your mama boohooin' and your daddy and your mother in law (mmmhmmm) 20 g's will get your ass chopped up By some rendevue barbecue tips we don't give a fuck (mmmhmm) 30 g's will get you thrown in a river Splittin' wit' your nigga he'd probably ride wit' her (mmhmm) 50 g's will get you cold taken out Niggaz mention your name they say "Man we don't know what you talkin' 'bout" (mmmhmm) You can get your ass pistolwhipped with a nine or a .45 or a henny dip We fight dirty till we die nigga get your throat slit Then we stomp you to the ground and then we throw your arm a clip We don't give a fuck <i>[Hook 2x]</i> <i>[Crunchy Black]</i> You can talk about this you can talk about that But if I catch you talkin' I'ma beat you wit' a bat Do you something wrong nigga how you like that I thought I saw a puttycat I thought I saw a cat Peepin' my goods try'na see my stash But if I catch you peepin' nigga that's your ass You the type of nigga that'll keep coming back So I'ma gon' kill you leave you dead where you at <i>[DJ Paul]</i> I think they better call Bush 'cause it's a national disaster When I unleash my pistolgrip Bushmaster Ring the alarm I got double charms 100 round spinnin' you can't hide you can't run I'm a sniper ridin' in a blue Chevy A trunk full of guns man you hoes ain't ready Kill a bitch like Freddy in the beddy in pajamas In the middle of the night wake him up to red sights (Blaoow!) <i>[Hook 2x]</i> |
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| 3. |
| 3:26 |
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<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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| 4. |
| 3:31 |
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<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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| 5. |
| 3:55 |
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<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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| 6. |
| 5:05 |
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(Chorus:) I got it for sale nigga i got it for sale.
if you want it come and get it cause i got it for sale. (x4) (DJ Paul:) They call me the penny pinchin ebenezer cause i only make shit that weighs heavy on ya tweeter. some shit that's gonna blow through ya mutha fuckin speakers. yall cats it too eager and no i dont believe ya. yall cats aint got much but youll get burned. from my hot touch get trapped in the flames. get slapped in ya face. get out the game. you aint in the right place. u must be out ya brain. (Chorus) (Juicy J:) Juicy J. put cats to shame. Three 6 drop beats like acid rain. I told yall before this aint a damn game. you the weakest link. i be the damn chain. if u a bitch than bitch gimme brains. if you a clean shirt i be the blood stain. when you get hurt i am the pain that send signals to ya mutha fuckin' brain. i maintain get change spit thangs in wite veins. aint a damn thang changed. crystal clear like a picture frame. me and crunchy black on a damn plane. the architech and president off in the Range. (DJ Paul:) i be quick to spot you before you get close. im as good as a biscuit, like breakfast rolls. stay out my business before i turn critical scalp you like an indian ritual cause yo my rhymes is too visual. you wanna spit that shit but ya rhymes is too pitiful. you cant get with me. the last samari that you cant defeat and you wonder why (Infamous:)i have no table manners hit hard like a mutha fuckin sledge hammer. got bitches from memphis to alabama. they cant hang with my swag or nuttin. you the ingine that could but im the wood. shoot first ask questions later. ill see ya now but wont see ya later i just gave credit to the grave bruh. i got the dough got the dro got the hoes gotta speed up the flow one mo time. catch scarcrow on the grind. if you aint bout money dont waste my time. Hypnotize always gon shine. Leave hoes shot from a gun of mine like (Chorus) |
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| 4:59 |
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| 8. |
| 3:33 |
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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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| 4:03 |
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[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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| 4:38 |
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| 11. |
| 4:18 |
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<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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| 12. |
| 3:05 |
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[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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| 13. |
| 5:04 |
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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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| 14. |
| 3:51 |
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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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(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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[Chorus]
This pussy got ya hooked, pussy got ya hooked (hell nah) This pussy got ya hooked, pussy got ya hooked (hell nah) This pussy got ya hooked, pussy got ya hooked (hell nah) This pussy got ya hooked, pussy got ya hooked (hell nah) This pussy got ya hooked, pussy got ya hooked (hell nah) This pussy got ya hooked, pussy got ya hooked (hell nah) This pussy got ya hooked, pussy got ya hooked (hell nah) This pussy got ya hooked, pussy got ya hooked (hell nah) [Juicy J] Freaky lil' thang don't pass me by Watchin' you out of the corner of my eye Wit' a big booty and them healthy thighs Let a nigga get a lil' piece of that pie You ain't all that but you actin' stuck up Let me pour some of this drink in ya cup And maybe lata' on I get them guts And maybe if not you be catchin' a bus Pussy ass nigga keep blowin' up ya phone Can't get the picture won't leave you alone (U have 12 new voice messages) Girl what ya done did, that fool head gone A freaky young playa' need to hook on you 'cause ain't no tellin' what you might do Chew a nigga up in the Bentley coupe Toes curled up like the ramen noodles [Chorus] [DJ Paul] She get it so wet, she make it so warm And on a lame brain man she got a lot of charm She swallowin like a pill, and makin' them pay them bills For a another nigga kids cell phone, car and grill He payin' for the dinner for him her and all her friends And when he spend the night her dog in the bed he in the den But still he say he love her Wouldn't put his mom above her He did all this after the first time he ever fucked her [Chorus] [Remy Ma] Look, Don't ask nigga you nasty nigga You had ya tongue in my ass nigga And you a pro so I know it wadn't the first time and it won't be the last nigga Ain't tryin' to act like it wasn't all that When you was sick when I call back Name any piece of furniture in yo crib an' I can guarantee that we fucked on that See when you hooked you know that Its so that you gotta go back And it seemed like any other chick that you tried to stick the dick in be so whack It was some reason it won't stay up But when you wit' me it be way up And you'll never say no when I call your phone you'll already be ready to lay-up [Crunchy Black] He's a lame ass nigga hollerin' that he pimpin' a broad But found out he was spending M on a broad Oooh how a nigga be wit' that flawed, Handcuffin' hoe that'll do that job Slop on my knob man get that chain Ain't no shame in our god damn game All she think about she wanna please her man Bring him back double drivin' him insane [Chorus] |
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I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I [Verse 1 - Juicy J] Call me the juice and you know Imma stunt Ride in the car with some bump in the trunk Tone in my lap and you know it's the pump Breakin down the good weed rollin the blunt Ghetto pimp tight girls say I'm the man Ice on the wrist with the ice in the chains Ridin through the hood got me grippin the grain And I'm sippin the same while I'm changin the lanes Eyes real tight cuz I'm chokin the creep Vision messed up cuz I'm drinkin the lean Messing with D boys riding them big toys Make your main gal wanna get on my team She gotta give it up before she get in my car I ain't Denzel but I know Imma star Cuz when I'm in the club I be back in the far in the VIP part everybody in the bar [Verse 2 - DJ Paul] DJ Paul is a dog, one you do not trust You leave your green around me Nigga your green gonna get lit up You leave your drink around me Believe your drink gonna get drunk up You leave your girl around me And she bet she gonna get stuffed These niggas is spies we living it live keep them nice tires Ridin around what they like Make a couple of nuns a couple of dimes Its purple purp purple purp purple and swallow it down with the yurple yip yurple yip yurples its goin down! [Chorus] I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I [Verse 3 - Young Buck] Puff puff pass nigga roll that blunt Let's get high nigga smoke us one Car pull out the phantom Niggas can't stand it but them hoes gon' come out Just really wanna smoke my weed Fuck these hoes and stack my cheese Stop at the light and pause on 3 Hit the mall and it be all on me But gotta keep one eye out for the po-po Close the window when I roll the indo Know they mad cuz I roll the benzo It's that purple not pretendo Three 6 Mafia and they my kin folks So when I'm in Memphis, Ten-a-key I just might not bring my own Cuz them niggas still let me smoke for free [Verse 4 - Crunchy Black] Whats up mary! how you doin? Mary jane stanky nigga Since I have met you girl you ruined my brain (ruined my brain) You stole my heart (You stole my heart) Right from the start (Right from the start) So I broke you down lil mama put you in a gar (in a gar) [Chorus] [Verse 5 - 8Ball] Front row full of that dro Leave the club full of rolls 8 mo Yo girlfriend wanna ride with me In the car wit a pimp where she supposed ta be You aint met no dudes spittin cold as me With a bag of kush that cost six-fifty Have a nigga who smoke Reggie Miller Coughin and choking constantly Tastes like fruit when you hit it Gotta have bread to get it Smoke all night, sleep all day That to me the American way Roll that shit, light that shit, hit that shit, hold that shit, blow that shit out slow Then pass it to me bro [Verse 6 - MJG] MJ gonna sprinkle in some of that super incredible Have a nigga runnin back Where the nigga really good sticky number at Cuttin through the cigarillo like a lumberjack In the morning what I need is to breath again a whole lot of weed But maybe somebody can give me what I need when I want no less than the best of the trees DJ Paul and Juicy J, 8-ball and MJG, and Young Buck we don't give a fuck We must represent this Tennessee We drink a whole lot of Hennessey Nigga got a little hair on his chest And we be like Bill Clinton girl take it out ya mouth We'll shoot it down right on yo chest [Fade Out...] I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I!! |
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Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil' Wyte, Chrome
Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the king of Memphis Cock 'em up Hypnotized minds, HCP, hypnotized camp posse We finna do this for all you thievin' ass Wanna be us ass niggaz out there Stealin' motherfucker, take ya fake asses on nigga keep it real nigga Make this money like we makin' it nigga, throw it down Ain't never been a motherfuckin' bitch Hypnotized here just to get that grip Y'all niggaz talk 'cuz ya talk like a bitch Y'all niggaz walk 'cuz ya walk like a bitch Now ain't that some shit ya hatin' on this click You gon' make a nigga get up with cha kid Split yo wig oh yes, I did I told you, you don't want it with a hard hitta kid I done warned the glock spot to spot hit the locks Hit a nigga for his stash spot Took the rock nigga was got that was the plot Dodge the cops they labeled it another closing shop Open it up for closin' it up I don't give a fuck On a daily basis I be postin' it up Smokin' it up choppin' it to match it wit dub Give us a club six mane tearin' it up These niggaz misleaded I'mma throw the first blow Leave a nigga shirt soaked playin' getcha merked hoe Chop it yeah, I hope folk money what I work fo' Paul and Juicy sent me gotta put you in the dirt bro Comin' with the pistols is easy we can get you guys Frayser boy bizzle or beezy it's the hypnotize HCP them my folks weed got my eyes low If you know what I know run that shit to my doe We back motherfucker we smack motherfuckers If you step in our way killaz attack motherfucker But ya'll know ya'll done heard all that befo' Y'all done seen the fo-fos and folks kick in ya doe You done seen the gauge pump bout to see a Chevy trunk Lights out next to the Mississippi river plumped Duck tape hog tied wrong place wrong time Hypnotized minds trick knocked ya up off ya grind All my muhfuckers you niggaz should already know I'm the truth and out the booth never been a hoe Get yo ass flipped sideways cut ya through the doe You ain't know I'm a young rich gangsta nigga Never been one of them old type wanksta niggaz I'm a smart muhfucka ask my mama who made me A lotta niggaz mad 'cuz they know they can't fade me I'm Chrome Carleone Paul and Juicy who pay me Well it's ya boy grandaddy call me Mr. Man Fuckin' ya aunties ya nieces and ya mammies See I could give a fuck about ya tossin' all ya tough talkin' You don't like me nigga hit me in my mouth Man don't talk about it be about it get cha point across then Candy ass nigga boy you softer than cotton Fight me or squash it 'cuz I ain't 'bout the spit boxin' Hootin and hollerin' like a cheerleader squadron You can't be like me slangin' D 'cuz I'm hurtin' ya No competition with the juice 'cuz it's curtains It ain't nothin' shakin' but some pimps in this bizitch That's why you muggin' and yo face lookin' pizzissed Stay flippin' cars ballin' out like to shizine You stay askin' questions how the hell them niggaz do that We smoke the best of dro while she down with some jack-jack My eyes like the red carpet still on the blue side They locked me up just like 2Pac and I went platinium Laid it down for a calendar I'm right back at 'em Took my game then weighed it up on a triple beam Niggaz rob, kill, murder steal for that ghetty green U.S. marshal at my folks house want to kill me dead Wanna see me in a pine box bullet in my head I'm was like, "I ain't did shit why you hatin' this?" Ghetto thugs know my rap songs they relate to this I been doin' this too long to still be strugglin' livin' like this Fuckin' off with major labels slayed me like a bitch And these got cheese and ride on rolls it mean hoes But still on the road doin' free shows Tryna get a few spins in a few spots I growed up back in the day I wouldn't use my glock I hear a lotta corny shit on the radio That's because they record company wouldn't spend dough Yeah, my label got a hook up with MTV But they just keep forgettin' to tell 'em 'bout me They try to play like its love and it's family But all my marketin' dollars goin' to, shh Tear da club up was the first crunk fight song I made that in 92 a lil' not long That it took 10 million sold and we still ain't on That's why three 6 is the most known unknowns |
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