Gangsta Boo

She's my
My late night automatic
Automatic
One call automatic
Now she's coming automatic

We in the club
We on patron
We in the VIP doin wrong
Like michael phelps it was me on the bong
Call in my state
This is me on the phone
I want to get with her
And sip a little liquor
I try to come down from all these spinners
Yeah she's the one, she can make the booty wiggle
She from pittsburg and her body as a winner

I love me a girl that can deal with this here
That can walk
That can ride
That can drive, that can steer
That can dance
That can dip
That can move through your hair
Brake it down to the floor
Take a shot
Drink a beer

There's a weight on my car
Just to get them jars
On the roof
On the roof
On the beer
On the wall
Like that's mess mane
Just a chain, I'm a dog
Like that's mess mane
I'm a fiend, want it all

She's my
My late night automatic
Automatic
One call automatic
Now she's coming automatic (2x)

Ain't nothin fresh about the studio
Darker than a fish
Who should I, who should I, who should I hit
Up on the tell her, tell her what time it is
And see who down and gon' roll by the crib
Ain't nothin better than a late night tip
Or a day time tip
Or a anytime tip
Best part about it, she ain't even got a tip
She ain't gotta hand out
She ain't on that trip
But she down for it all
She ain't never scared
Ten feet from ya, boy like concierge
Anytime I'm in me, she gonna be there
No if's, no and's, no but's, let's jam.
Just like that, she down like that
Got my back like that, from the back like that
She stank like that, super fine like that
Breasts and hips and thighs like that

She's my
My late night automatic
Automatic
One call automatic
Now she's coming automatic (2x)

She stays home
And there's nothin at all
She waits until i hear the baby
And then it's on
And she's not ashamed
To be the for the child
She's my, my late night
Call her my late night

She's my
My late night automatic
Automatic
One call automatic
Now she's coming automatic (2x)

(feat. Three 6 Mafia)
I turned a few shots
She can go all night
I got the right spot
She's all mine
Theirs only one thing
You can go for a show
What are you waiting for
Whatchu whating for
Mind if we go back
And escape the world
I see those eyes
And I know you wanna leave this place so bad ! yea
I feel it
You feel it
[CHORUS]
So whatchu waiting for
Baby I'm the one
Who could show you what it's like if you try to come
Take you to a place
You've never been before
What are you waiting for
Whatchu waiting for
Whatchu waiting for
[2x]
[THREE 6 MAFIA]
...
[CHORUS]
Whatchu waiting for
[4x]
Mind if we go back
And escape the world
I see those eyes
And I know you wanna leave this place so bad! yea
I feel it
You feel it
[CHORUS]
[2x]
Whatch waitng for
[4x]

I`ve come to shake my ass
I`ve come to shake my ass
(Three 6 Mafia)
I`ve come to shake my ass
I`ve come to hypnotize my ass

I`ve come to shake my ass
Need anythin`, I`m gonna give it real
Just wanna shake my ass
Mean when I drink cuz I`m onto you
So can I shake my ass?
Meanwhile I shakin` make `em sing, sing
With the bang, with the bomb, with the bomb

Yeah, a bomb in the club
Fresh off of the crash
Freshen up tail like an old mouse trap
Tell me what it is, how the 88 sound
I`m gonna take you to my crib for a lil` night cap

But then the slap, ghetto clown
Tap, tap, tap to the pretty little gal
Pump and burn to Knicca
Pump and burn to Knicca

Take a little break to hit me, hit me back
Go unless you make it now
Body moving like, there she go
Make me snap, already get me hard
Like high school jock straps

Let`s recap
There`s nobody `ro those cute little shorts
If there`s that love
If you ain`t no tither, you better get drugged
Party shots, like wat, wat?

I`ve come to shake my ass
Need anythin`, I`m gonna give it real
Just wanna shake my ass
Mean when I drink cuz I`m onto you
So can I shake my ass?
Meanwhile I shakin` make `em sing, sing
With the bang, with the bomb, with the bomb

Once again in the booty club
Trying to get some milk
Imma do what I gotta do, Imma be a bum
Wanna touch, even wanna cut
Down there like a butt
Black and white, mixed like a mutt
Imma frustrate

Imma pimp walking with a limp
Got her to a pinch in my pants
I`ve got her in a clip held by a chimp
I`m the man when it come to this
So an artist made her hips, it`d make her flip

I prefer a lift of my chopsticks
Oh stop it
Let the dancer take money outta your pocket
She can move it and drop it
With her clothes on, it makes her topless

She a hot girl in her own world
On the spot, girl
Body tease, body all grease like a S curl
My dizzies get my face made kinda sleazy
Pop it, shake that thang girl, please me

I`ve come to shake my ass
Need anythin`, I`m gonna give it real
Just wanna shake my ass
Mean when I drink cuz I`m onto you
So can I shake my ass?
Meanwhile I shakin` make `em sing, sing
With the bang, with the bomb, with the bomb

I`m a real role figure, lemme tell you what I think
I like women, I like steaks
I like cars with the candy paint
And an iced out booty with an iced out make

I like girls with their goodie-good-good
Woodpeckers peckin` on the woodie-wood-wood
She love a go on the hoodie-hood-hood
Takin` the whole thing like I knew she could

Pimp who?
Baby, you sexy, scratch my back
Bite my lips, just like that
Baby, you sexy, scratch my back
Bite my lips, just like that

I`ve come to shake my ass
Need anythin`, I`m gonna give it real
Just wanna shake my ass
Mean when I drink cuz I`m onto you
So can I shake my ass?
Meanwhile I shakin` make `em sing, sing
With the bass, with the bomb, with the bomb

On the floor, in the rave
With the bomb, with the bomb
On the floor in the pocket with the bass, drum
Over here, I do my my business like I`m dumb, dumb
I`m the boom with the bang, with the bomb, with the bomb

I know a lil' freak in, in Hollywood
Sucks, sucks on dick, does it, does it real good
I know a lil' freak in, in Hollywood
Sucks, sucks on dick, does it, does it real good

I long dick her like mmm, mmm, mmm
I long dick her like mmm, mmm, mmm
I long dick her like mmm, mmm, mmm
I long dick her like mmm, mmm, mmm
I long dick her like

They call me Mr. Ding-A-Ling
Weighed on the triple beam
Guarantee you five or less
Means I can make you cream

I see you got these boyfriends
Spendin' money buyin' bling
I know you got some super head
That's super hot like Holla Pain

I heard that pussy so damn fuckin' good
Turn you into thangs
I hope you know I'm straight up from the hood
Love to bang bang bang

Make me wanna scratch up, get some brain
How you fit them jeans
We can drink and hook up, do some thangs
I mean do some thangs

Hot tub, Jacuzzi, we can get nude-y
Know you a fien the way you shake yo booty
Her first name Suzy, last name Bougie
Got her real drunk, my neck she'll chew me

I know a lil' freak in, in Hollywood
Sucks, sucks on dick, does it, does it real good
I know a lil' freak in, in Hollywood
Sucks, sucks on dick, does it, does it real good

I long dick her like mmm, mmm, mmm
I long dick her like mmm, mmm, mmm
I long dick her like mmm, mmm, mmm
I long dick her like mmm, mmm, mmm
I long dick her like

Thoroughbred, soft skin, pussy's just right
I beware when I go in there 'cause I know that pussy bite
Ain't got no marks on her body, she like to keep on the lights
She put her legs on my shoulders
And I long dick her like mmm, mmm, mmm

Yeah, it's Mr. Savage Life
Yeah, I give it to ya like you never ever had it like
I don't know her name, we just did it on the first night
I'ma call her JJ 'cause I know that shit was dy-no-mite

Girl, who that pussy for? Nobody from the look at ya
Wanna be the fien that puts it up? Then I'm the man ya lookin' for
Nigga put them cuffs up, go find another chick to show
'Cause I already hit that ho, and believe me, I already know

I know a lil' freak in, in Hollywood
Sucks, sucks on dick, does it, does it real good
I know a lil' freak in, in Hollywood
Sucks, sucks on dick, does it, does it real good

I long dick her like mmm, mmm, mmm
I long dick her like mmm, mmm, mmm
I long dick her like mmm, mmm, mmm
I long dick her like mmm, mmm, mmm
I long dick her like

Look at Ms. Goody Goody pussy right there
With that pretty ass face and that pretty ass hair
With some pretty ass eyes and that pretty ass smile
I guess that one drink I bought her will be worth my while

With ya Double-D rack and ya tattoo on ya back
And I really dig the way ya pussy lookin' from the back
Matter of fact, I think I'll start from the back
Made my mind, it is from the back

Gimme one more win once again from the back
Next time I think I'm gonna win with some Pat
Some Hen, some Cap, some droolin' on my pipeline
Give ya boy oral 'til his heart flat line

She all mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm

Mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm

[Puff Daddy]
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
Eh eh, eh eh,
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
eh eh, eh eh,
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
Check it out...

[Notorious B.I.G]
NIGGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGAJe-sus the notorious just,
Please us with your lyrical thesis,
We just chillin,
Milk em top billin,
Silk and pure linen,
Me and little Cease,
Malibu sea breeze,
Dom P's,
Palm trees,
Cats lay in Pablo,
In milked out diablos,
The Williest,
Bitches be the silliest,
The more I smoke,
The smaller the phillie gets,
Room 112 where the players dwell,
To stash more cash than Burn and Hale,
Inhale,
Make you feel good like Tony Toni Tone (feels good),
Dig up in your middle like Monie (yeah),
Don't know me,
But your settin up to blow me,
Try to style,
Fly up north with a homie (yes),
It's style is dondatta,
Playas stay splurgin',
Game so tight,
They call it virgin...

[112]
Oh I need to know,
Where we stand,
Do we share this special thing called love,
I know I do,
What about you,
I just can't get enough of the time...

I need you in my life,
Where do we go,
What do I do,
I can't live without your love,
Thinkin' of you,
Makes me feel,
Like I am the only one for you,

[Chorus:]
Girl I want to be with you,


No one else,
Only you,
Why can't we just,
Make it happen,
Baby, I need you in my life...

Every time I'm with you,
Never want it to come to an end (thought I told you that we won't stop),
You always make me so happy,
You'll always have a place in my heart...

I need you in my life,
Where do we go,
What do I do,
I can't live without your love,
Thinkin' of you,
Makes me feel,
Like I am the only one for you,

[Mase]
Now you can hum all you want to,
Cum all you want to,
Money I'mma front you,
Girl I wanna flaunt you,
I'mma always want you,
When nobody want you,
If I die now my love will still haunt you,
Mase ain't the one that will pay for your phone,
Mase be the one that will take you home,
Even though I'm not the one that gave you the stone,
All your nights alone,
I could make you moan,
Everybody know I got more bounce than the ounce,
Bad Boy get more money than you can count,
Why I'm buying things you can't even pronounce,
I'd do it to your cat for a large amount,
And when the beef come you know where to be found,
Why I be around till the winner is announced (the winner is),
So there ya go girl with thousands in ya palms,
Why you can't let by gones be by gones...

[112]
Where do I go,
What must I do,
If I can't live without your love,
Thinkin' of you, makes me feel, baby,
Like I am the only one for you,

[Chorus]

[Puff Daddy]
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
Eh eh, eh eh,
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
eh eh,
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
I thought I told you that we won't stop...

Featuring three 6 mafia

Goose Got Me Loose.
Gone On Patrone.
Money In My Pocket.
And Im All Up In The Zone Like.
Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup.
Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup.

Goose Got Me Loose.
Gone On Patrone.
Money In My Pocket.
And Im All Up In The Zone Like.
Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup.
Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup.

I'm Crunk Tonight. Just Got Paid.
Pocket Fulla Mothaf**kin Money. Okay!
Imma Ball Till I Fall. Drank Till I Cant.
Put It On My Black Card I Got Money In Da Bank.

Patrone On The Table. Yayah! Crunk & Goose.
Drank What You Want, Bitch.
Go N Get Loose. Ooohhh Act A Fool.
Till They Cut The Lights Off
And We Still Aint Goin Home Till All The Liquor Gone. Yup.

I Jus Dont Giva F**k,.
Standin On The Table With The Weed Fired Up.
Drankin Out The Bottle. Mothaf**ker Crunk.
Ill Pour It In Ya Mouth, Lean Back, Open Up.

Oooh Crunk Aint Dead Bitch, You See The Chain.
And Im The King, Fool. Ya Know My Name
Party Like A Rockstar, F**k Like A Pornstar.
I Dont Giva Damn. Ima Buy The Whole Bar

Goose Got Me Loose.
Gone On Patrone.
Money In My Pocket.
And Im All Up In The Zone Like.
Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup.
Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup.

Goose Got Me Loose.
Gone On Patrone.
Money In My Pocket.
And Im All Up In The Zone Like.
Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup.
Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup.

Yessir. A Nigga On Tonight.
I Got My Money Lookin Right, But I Aint Tryina Fight.
But If A Sucker Touch Me, Best Believe Its On.
Get Cracked Cross Your Dome With Bottle Patrone.
Right Here, Right Now, Quick Fast In A Hurry.
Hit The Sucka So Hard, I Made His Vision Get Blurry



Im Too Clean For This, Im Too Lean For This
Figured It Would Happen So I Brought My Team For This

Ya Im The Realest Playa, Trapstar.
Sellin The Biggest Bricks.
Im The Realest Playa, Rap By Smokin Perkulous

Step Up In The Da Club, I Got Love Cause Im Niggerish.
So Come Between My Legs, Do Me Up Like Im Licorise.
25 Stacks At The Bar, Ice On My Wrist
Step Up To This Pimp And Get Your Braided Hair Weave Split.
Back Off In My Chevy, Brains Blown Out
Peanut Butter, Ride High, Stayin High
Im Talkin Like A St-St-Stutta.

Goose Got Me Loose.
Gone On Patrone.
Money In My Pocket.
And Im All Up In The Zone Like.
Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup.
Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup.

Goose Got Me Loose.
Gone On Patrone.
Money In My Pocket.
And Im All Up In The Zone Like.
Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup.
Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup.

Crunk In This Mothaf*Cka.
Throw Ya Hood Up
Get Crunk In This Mothaf*Cka.
Throw Ya Hood Up
Get Drunk In This Mothaf*Cka.
Hold Ya Dranks Up
Get Drunk In This Mothaf*Cka.
Hold Ya Dranks Up
Lean Back In This Mothaf*Cka
Turn That Bottle Up.
Lean Back In This Mothaf*Cka
Turn That Bottle Up.

Throw Them Stacks Up, Bitch. Make It Rain. Nigga What.
Throw Them Stacks Up, Bitch. Make It Rain. Nigga What.

Goose Got Me Loose.
Gone On Patrone.
Money In My Pocket.
And Im All Up In The Zone Like.
Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup.
Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup.

Goose Got Me Loose.
Gone On Patrone.
Money In My Pocket.
And Im All Up In The Zone Like.
Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup.
Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup.

[Chorus: x4]
Click, bang, bang [Repeat: x3]
To your motherfucking brain hoe


Tell them haters get gone, Three 6 Mafia strong
Stronger than ever, ever, since they been gone I been better
Fuck them fackers and them jabbalone fackers
Smiling in your face but got my enemy on your myspace
I cant understand how these haters live with they self,
Deal with they self, what they need to do is kill they self
Suicide is it good, can she handle?
At your funeral for free, I play the piano
Rest in peace is your niggas sweet like Reese's
Got more crosses than churches your heart smaller than feces
You need us, your nothing, your zip, your nada
22's on the road, shoot the hub caps off the Impala

[Chorus: x4]

I'ma creep on this fool, put this gun to his head
Tell him, give me all your jewelry, all your dope, all your bread
All the coke that you brought in, the weed that you brought in
And if I cant get answers say hell to my little friend
Fakin' like you ball, and brawl, shot call
I'm that fool that rejaws at all the state laws
Stupid rappers get your check buy rims now whats next
Need a place to live a crib thats straight shit
With your mistaste niggas hate, say they real but they ain't
Catch 'em somewhere face to face, now they runnin place to place
Club hoppin', mall shoppin', gettin' high, sales droppin'
Now you wanna sober up, tell these niggas shoot that fuck

[Chorus: x4]

[Intro]
Dig this right?
A nigga caught a few bullshit charges when he was young right?
So now these motherfuckin' folks don't wanna give me a job ya hear?
But dig this
Now these motherfuckin' police wanna find me a new place to stay
Cause I'm on the corner, posted, sellin' yay
But they gon' have to deal with it
Cause I gotta motherfuckin' live with it ya hear?

[Chorus]
I'ma work this trap and give a damn about these hoes
Cause I'm damned if I do, I'm damned if I don't
If you give me a yard I'ma give a eight of blow
Cause I'm damned if I do, I'm damned if I don't
Call me, the corner man, corner corner man
Find me, on the corner man, on the corner man
Call me, the corner man, corner corner man
Find me, on the corner man, on the corner man

[Verse One]
I'm a Memphis, Tennessee, first 48'er
Give a damn 'bout these hoes give a damn 'bout these haters
If ye ain't talkin' money you can see a nigga later
You can catch me in the South, on my bank, fuckin' papered up
Bitch I sell white but I still do white
But at the end of the night I still give my price
And I get my money like a bee get honey
I got my profit even though some of it I done it
Cause a nigga can't work no 9 to 5
I got charges, but I gotta stay alive
And that's on everything, you know a nigga gotta eat man
And I'ma do it even if it's due to cocaine

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
I'ma tell you some shit right here, real shit nigga
It's a lot of fake-ass niggas that be scared to bust
They hear them choppers then they back on up and shut the fuck
They say they shippin' keys, a hundred percent of that is cut
They say they in the game but niggaz takin' it up the butt
So quit lyin' to kick it, thinkin' you impressin' us
I bet you workin' with the feds and the blue crush
He smell the powder pack, then he wanna get loud and cuss
Nigga sit yo' snitchin' ass down 'fore you gettin' it up
Real niggas on the corner they don't have to talk
Cause they walk the walk, while yo' bitch-ass gettin' caught
I watched the first 48 on TV, Memphis raw
Think they from the bullets, cryin' and shit, man fuck nah!

[Chorus]

(feat. Lyfe Jennings)

[Intro:]
Yuh! Hypnotize Minds, [? ]
Three 6 Mafia, Lyfe Jennings, goin down
Life is beautiful man
But niggaz don't respect niggaz, y'knahmsayin?
You help a man out just for him to dog you out
Niggaz don't appreciate shit, fuck 'em all!

[Chorus: Lyfe Jennings]
So you crack this weed
It's respect that'll cost my nigga
Double back through the water if you cross a nigga
It's greasy at the top, don't fall off my nigga
And get lost my nigga
I'm a marijuana smokin, never been broken
I don't give a fuck about the po-lice, I'm a hood star!
Sixteen inches on my Impala
Daddy I'm a motherfuckin gangsta, ahh

[Verse 1:]
These niggaz wanna be in my shoes, but they feet too small
They only yell so I turn to, just to see me fall
The new code in the streets, that's used by the phony
If you cain't beat him, just call the police on him
Or hate on him so bad try to turn the world against him
Go in the studio like a hoe make some bullshit and diss him
But none of that surprise me I done been through it all
17 years in the game, real game, DJ Paul
I done seen the real, I done seen the fake
I done seen fake bitches turn real to fake
Cause hateism is a disease, it's kinda like AIDS
They feed you shit for years, and then they send you to your grave

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
First I'm broke, so I hang out with the rat and roach
And still broke, cause I'm sleepin on apartment flo's
The hood struggle is to get it, got to make the change
See every dark is like the dark cloud full of rain
You wonder why niggaz high and they robbin folks
Ain't nuttin to tell you but to pack yo' heat and let it go
Them junkies get a fuckin kick, when they smoke a brick
I never seen a drug dealer ever call it quits
But get money (yessir~!) Make the block pop off
Niggaz snitchin man they heads will get chopped off
The feds tappin fool it's dangerous when you hood trappin
So don't get lost in the sauce slingin cold crack'n

[Chorus]

[Intro]
Yeah!
Hypnotize Minds!
Three 6 Mafia!
Yuh! You niggas wanna motherfuckin' play nigga
Don't go by the Terrance playin' no motherfuckin' TV show or movie nigga
Lookin' to test me sucker?
I'll show you niggas where motherfuckin' tears come from nigga
From the motherfuckin' haze of these niggaz guns right here boy!
It's goin down!

[Chorus: x2]
I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em
I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em
I hate to be fussy, I said I hate to be fussy
I said I hate to be fussy, I swear I hate to be

[Verse One]
Come one come all, to the Hypnotize gun show
Young hoe, gun let go, I've been gung-ho
Run yo' click clean out of that shit
Did they forget, or did they not know who they was fuckin' with?
D Paul, Three 6, king of this Memphis shit
Any nigga think otherwise they need to stop it
Prayin' when the red tape'll introduce a faker to they maker
Call me The Undertaker for haters causin' vapors
And you can catch a hot one, I got plenty of 'em
They called bullets and they burn just like a oven
You know we can do it however, it ain't no use to play
Fire on a nigga like they used to say, yuh!

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
Coward niggas ride 20 niggas deep
With a piece, underneath the seat, make 'em think they street
I don't need nobody else, whoop you by myself
One on one, leave the guns at home, keep 'em on the shelf
But you can't, cause you need a crew, extra fist or two
Only one, might really shoot, but that is not you
And you show out, try to buck, make 'em think you tough
Been to jail about a couple times, I guess that puffed you up
If you real nigga what the deal? Take some weed or pills
Maybe thinkin' get your confidence up, tell 'em how you feel
You a Jew, and a fuck nigga, can't stand yo' grind
But you walk around, fake-ass frown, but I know you're a clown bitch!

[Chorus]

i said i love having sex but i rather get some head
but i rather get some head, but i rather get some head
(x2)

hypontized minds, three 6 mafia,
and her boy dj mike t
and this is another unk
goin down

i said i love havin sex but i rather get some head
but i rather get some head, but i rather get some head
(x2)

i said i rather get some head
(x8)

ridin down the street man
with my big car
i stroke the little sexy little migs little bra
she make my dick stand like karaem abul jabar
i hit that brake so hard,that i drop my cigarre
pussy brand fat like cash in a wad
i'm lookin like damn baby girl dont stop
i'm gonna take u to my crib girl and screw u like a fraud
and maybe get some head while i'm riden in the car.
either way it go man that nigga got a bus some
storin my dollar
nigga got some dus some
high as moon on my goon like pile
spread like my goon spray dead in ur eye in ur eye

i said love having sex but i rather get some head
but i rather get some head, but i rather get some head
(x2)

i said rather get some head
(x8)

i am the one that supply that d
i am the one that keep fist with me
i am the one that be riden clean that be on the scene on that texas t
i am the dude that took ur girl
i am the fool that changed the world
i am the man with the 12 inch she love to lick and make her errrr
always fresh when i'm at the club
sitten goose but playin keep the bus
from the hood so i throw it up
the other side dont mess with us
i love the girls that do it right
make my toes like curly fries
in the bathroom or in the car or behind the bar
she dynamited

give me head, give me head, give me head, give me head, in the dorm room make me pass out make me dead
give me head, give me head, give me head, give me head, wake me up then put me back to sleep i aint scared

i said i love having sex but i rather get some head
but i rather get some head, but i rather some head
(x2)

i said rather get some head
(x8)

hold up hold up homie stop let me borrow lips thats what i told her
girl got that aquafina
with her head on her shoulder
she whisper for i'm hungry
so i told her to come but i didnt feed her nothing but some dick and bubble gum.
she want more i give her sum
i keep them magnums i'm strapped
and if she tired lay down just place ur head in my lap
and big unk rappas on the map
we keep that mouth wide up
now clear that car from the east to the west i'm strokin
from north to south i'm pokin
every time this is heatin gets greater
two choices that she got to make she chew me now or later
about that cook book paper see i love having sex though put put paper i know that head is the best

i said i love having sex but i rather get some head,
but i rather get some head, but i rather get some head.
(x2)

i said rather get some head.
(x8)

yeah three six mafia
featuring Project Pat Young D
lets go
lolli lolli lolli lolli
let me see you pop that body
lolli lolli lolli lolli
let me see you pop that body
chocolate lolli cherry lolli
nilla lolli pink lolli
red hot red hot red hot hot
made that lolli pop oohh
made that lolli pop oohh
made that lolli pop oohh
made that lolli pop oohh
now lordy lordy lordy
these hoes have some mercy
this girl throwing judy
I think she bout to hurt me
see she went front to back
and she ent side to side
her thumb up like hitch hikers
I think I need a ride
one pocket full of pills
and a lil bag of that cola
the other one full of weed
and a semi anna pistola
see I aint no dancin dude
but I can lean like a cholo
see a you goin wit me
cuz I cant be goin home solo
ya digg
lolli lolli lolli lolli
let me see you pop that body
lolli lolli lolli lolli
let me see you pop that body
chocolate lolli cherry lolli
nilla lolli pink lolli
red hot red hot red hot hot
made that lolli pop oohh
made that lolli pop oohh
made that lolli pop oohh
made that lolli pop oohh
they call me the juice
when im at the
stip club
I put thousand hundred
on du uh uh ubs
it dont matter to a player
ima stu uh uh uh
cuz when I leave
ima fu uh uh uk
you be ridin with da mane
that give out tha brain
lil scared to ride witcha
i dont even know yo name
its a whole lotta room
in the front of the grain
like Baraka Obama said yeah
its time for a change
lookin for a lipa on da
role on da backseat backseat
pop dat body now you got me
you a fine chick kinda classy
classy said her name was tina
now im grabbin grabbin
cause she got grip on da whip
big brown belly wit
cilicone tips
she bouncin
on my lap tryinta unzip
I whispered in her ear yeah
its hard for a pimp
lolli lolli lolli lolli
let me see you pop that body
lolli lolli lolli lolli
let me see you pop that body
chocolate lolli cherry lolli
nilla lolli pink lolli
red hot red hot red hot hot
made that lolli pop oohh
made that lolli pop oohh
made that lolli pop oohh
made that lolli pop oohh
all my ladies wit a body
put yo hands in the air
you'se a good lookin hotti
put yo hands in the air
project pat
lookin for a model
poppin dat booty
ima pop bottles
yo girls a cutie
know she gargles
dont get wrong
I keep them hollos
shawty hawl watch her roll
lemme see dat lolli pop
body rock dont you stop
I love that way dat
booty drops
sideways front back
up and down I like that
cherry lolli chocolate lolli
I wanna see you
pop that lolli
lolli lolli lolli lolli
let me see you pop that body
lolli lolli lolli lolli
let me see you pop that body
chocolate lolli cherry lolli
nilla lolli pink lolli
red hot red hot red hot hot
made that lolli pop oohh
made that lolli pop oohh
made that lolli pop oohh
made that lolli pop oohh

(feat. Joel Madden & Benji Madden of Good Charlotte)

[Intro:]
Three 6 Ma-fi-UHH~! Good Charlotte
Hypnotize Minds, dat executive
Some real shit man, let's drop it
Let's go!

[Chorus: Good Charlotte]
You know I can't live my life, workin no 9 to 5
No matter what they say, I'm doin it my own way
Cause time ain't on my side, and they don't understand
Forget what people say, I'm doin it my own way

[Verse 1:]
So many shysters in my ears fool, tryin to pop it
On my new fame, they will put new hands in my pocket
Standin in the rain buck in hand man, about to cock it
I take another one they wanna be up out the rocket
I cain't understand why they even wanna see me broke
Wanna see me choke off my own blood from cuttin my throat
I always wanted the money fame wasn't worth my while
That's why I wore a mask on the front of "Mystic Stylez"
But one night in March, [? ] my life changed in a sec
Whether for better or for worse I can't answer that yet
But I'll go to the pen before I lose my ends
Murder one, one of you hoes tryin to get me for my Benjamins

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
In the field, it's real, slip up, get killed
Get robbed, get stuck, get messed off in a deal
These kids, are gone, on meth, and pills
That's why, I pack, I carry, the steel
I'm posted, in the hood, got green, I'm good
Trap house, no doubt, is where, I stood
Got guap, got hot, 'til shop, got popped
These snitches, time cuts, it won't, ever stop
The times ain't gon' change change long as cocaine 'caine
Goes up the nose nose fries a nigga brain brain
See 'em in the mornin time tryin to catch a train train
Back out on the block (block) doin the same thang thang

[Chorus]

[Good Charlotte:]
Whoahhhhhhhh...

(feat. Joel Madden & Benji Madden of Good Charlotte)

[Intro:]
Three 6 Ma-fi-UHH~! Good Charlotte
Hypnotize Minds, dat executive
Some real shit man, let's drop it
Let's go!

[Chorus: Good Charlotte]
You know I can't live my life, workin no 9 to 5
No matter what they say, I'm doin it my own way
Cause time ain't on my side, and they don't understand
Forget what people say, I'm doin it my own way

[Verse 1:]
So many shysters in my ears fool, tryin to pop it
On my new fame, they will put new hands in my pocket
Standin in the rain buck in hand man, about to cock it
I take another one they wanna be up out the rocket
I cain't understand why they even wanna see me broke
Wanna see me choke off my own blood from cuttin my throat
I always wanted the money fame wasn't worth my while
That's why I wore a mask on the front of "Mystic Stylez"
But one night in March, [? ] my life changed in a sec
Whether for better or for worse I can't answer that yet
But I'll go to the pen before I lose my ends
Murder one, one of you hoes tryin to get me for my Benjamins

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
In the field, it's real, slip up, get killed
Get robbed, get stuck, get messed off in a deal
These kids, are gone, on meth, and pills
That's why, I pack, I carry, the steel
I'm posted, in the hood, got green, I'm good
Trap house, no doubt, is where, I stood
Got guap, got hot, 'til shop, got popped
These snitches, time cuts, it won't, ever stop
The times ain't gon' change change long as cocaine 'caine
Goes up the nose nose fries a nigga brain brain
See 'em in the mornin time tryin to catch a train train
Back out on the block (block) doin the same thang thang

[Chorus]

[Good Charlotte:]
Whoahhhhhhhh...

[Intro]
Yeah man, yeah man
These motherfuckin' suckers up in here playin' these motherfuckin' games man
Ain't nothin' but a hoe-ass nigga man and you know it~!
Put your finger on his motherfuckin' forehead and push that sucker head back man
And tell that nigga man, tell that nigga

[Bridge]
You a, hoe, nigga, hoe
Nigga, hoe, nigga, hoe
You a, hoe, nigga, hoe
Nigga, hoe, nigga, hoe, here's what'cha do!

[Chorus: x2]
Play wit'cha Playstation, play wit'cha Playstation
Play wit'cha Playstation, play wit'cha Playstation
Don't play with me boy (no sir) don't play with me boy (no sir)
Don't play with me boy (no sir) don't play with me boy (no sir)

[Verse One]
Niggas think that I need 'em, I'm the one that feed 'em
I'm the one that lead 'em, I'm the one that freed 'em
Nothin can subtract from me I make a hundred thousand daily
Niggas thinkin' that they hurtin' me, I'm the one that's payin' me
This ain't one man to grow on, real niggas keep this in mind
Never cash yo' pearls from off these snakes, and these fuckin' swines
Show less than necessary, keep these fakers off in the dark
Half off these niggas ain't happy for ya, over half wanna see you robbed
Try to get yo' hook up, course you have to get your connect
They ain't heard of the word love, they ain't heard of the word respect
Never let 'em know what'chu got, don't work with friends, use enemies
Bitch you wanna be me? Hoe don't play me

[Bridge]

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
You actin' like you hard, and you say what you done robbed (hell naw!)
You say you from the hood, and you claimin' all the parts (hell naw!)
I heard you sold a little dope but then I heard you didn't (hell naw!)
I know you on the dog food, cause that's why you was itchin' (hell naw!)
They say you just a lil' bitch, a look can be deceiving (hell naw!)
They say you carry a big gun, but I don't believe that either (hell naw!)
And every girl you talk you make as if you knocked it up (hell naw!)
Is you 16 on down, nigga what the fuck? (naw!)
I know you gotta make some ends, lie and shit to impress your friends
Say you own a big boy Benz, did 20 years in pen
Flaugin' like you own own, flaugin' cause you known known
Don't you know I'm grown grown, and I crack yo' dome dome

[Bridge]

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Repeat till fade]

(feat. Lil Wyte)

[Intro:]
Man!
(Damn!) These motherfuckin X pills have you feelin freaky and shit
(X pills!) Like fuckin two hoes at the same time
(Two hoes at the same time, I'm with that shit) Aw hell, shit!

[Chorus: Lil' Wyte]
I'm on that ecstasy - rollin; on them X pills - rollin
On them X pills - rollin, rollin, rollin
Green four leaf clovers - rollin; yellow polar bears - rollin
Red Range Rovers - rollin, rollin, rollin
I'm on that ecstasy - rollin; on them X pills - rollin
On them X pills - rollin, rollin, rollin
Orange Cadillacs - rollin; blue applejacks - rollin
And white Maybachs - rollin, rollin, rollin

[Verse 1:]
Mix that X with orange juice
Gettin real high in the DJ booth
If you got drank my nigga that's cool
Vikoden pills, I take that too
Don't give a fuck any drug is a go
Everyday partner when a nigga pop a roll
Got a lot of friends and they all do dope
Jack got weed, and Jill keep blow
Just woke up, still high as a fool
Girl in my bed - man who is you? !
She said we was on the dance floor gettin zoot
The next thing you know we was off in the pool
I ain't gon' lie this head that hit it
Cause when you do X you'll run up in it
The girl had cocaine runnin out her nose
Powder feel white like a fence called picket
I put dick in her mou-ow-ow, ow-ow-outh
Then I kicked her out my hou-ow-ow, ow-ow-ouse
Memphis niggaz be so wi-ow-ow, ow-ow-ild
Now I'm back out on the tow-ow-ow, ow-ow-own

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
I said the money talk, you say you're trappin jumpin off
I'm in the hay grindin dirty man, drop it off
40 calls if you gotta ask nigga don't even bother
I'm fallin off and about to negotiate with chu robbers
You look so good (good) but see I been better (better)
I keep it so hood (hood) I see mo' cheddar (cheddar)
I got the best price (price) call me the cost cutter (cutter)
Can any nigga beat me quote, no not a damn nutter
I got that Tylenol, 'fore your body to dissolve
Meet me in the VSE, parking lot of Southland Mall
I got them blue pills (pills) I'm tryin to pay the bills (bills)
You scared to meet in the haven then I come to your crib

[Chorus]

[Intro]
street anthem! (Yessir)
Three 6 Ma-fi-UHHH!
New Three 6 Mafia, Akon
Goin down, Yessir
{cell door Slams}{konvict}
Hypnotize Minds! (Yessir)
This what thugs are made of man! (Yessir)
This where we come from
This the artery of the streets man
The heart of it!

[Chorus: Akon]
Despite what you heard, or what you saw
When you look at me man you see hardcore
A real street hood nigga, wish a nigga would nigga
I can give a damn what you think about it all
If you think I'm CRAZY!! That's right
If you think I'm lazy (You're damn right)
Cause it don't really matter what you think about me
Nigga, fuck you pay me~! That's right

[verse one]
9-9-6, got my hands on my first mill'
Now it's oh-seven, damn near at a quarter bill'
Enemies close, but my 45's closer
You can be the starter, but I'ma be the closer
Damnin what these haters sayin,
damnin what these haters thoughts
I reside in mansions they don't, it ain't my fault
Half of the Shit I do Ido it just to make these suckers mad
And the rides they claimin to get, I already had
Ten dollar tees, but the jeans 1500
Your lifetime dreams I done already done it
plus I done it wit'cha wife, she said I made her night
But I didn't hit her back cause her mouth wasn't right

[chorus]

[verse Two]
Yessir e'rybody in my clique we dra-aa-aank
E'rybody in my clique got ba-aa-aank
E'rybody in my clique we ba-aa-all
Gold teeth nigga comin straight from Nor-naw-aw-ath
E'ryday we hustlin just like Rick Ro-aw-oss
E'ryday we strugglin and e'ryday we sto-aww-omp
These niggaz cain't fuck with my hood, we de-ee-eep
The last thing you see is the bottom of my fe-ee-eet
And I don't give a damn my nig, I'm a fool, I'm a fool
Get the fuck from 'round here,
shoulda knew, shoulda knew
Head crackin ya dig, what it do, what it do
And underneath the seat is the heat,
I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot

[chorus]

[Akon - repeat 4X to Fade]
Fuck you pay me! Fuck you pay me!
Fuck you pay me! That's right




####################################

I be damn
Hey this my favorite motherfucking song on the album
Man you know what I'm sayin'
Its a weed song a pill song
All wrapped into one
Weed, blow, and pills lets go...

[Chorus: x2]
Weed, blow, pills
What we slangin'
Weed, blow, pills
What we fightin' for
Weed, blow, pills
What we live for
Weed, blow, pills
What we gettin' high all day on

Rappers get so high like the Tony Montana
Voice be so damn slurred talkin' ghetto hood grammar
Need to take a seat when you takin' all them pills
Passed out on the street, your body rollin' down hills
This dope got my voice sounding like its chopped and screwed up [Repeat: x5]
That cash on my feet so I'm crawlin to this cooler
To just get in here I gotta keep my buzz flowin'
You wanna get high with me man, keep your shit potent

[Chorus: x2]

I grabbed me a gram of that dro, I brake it brake it down
Keep it in plastic, I hit hard, shake it shake it down
Grind it down fine, chop it up make it powdery
Cut into lines on the plate with the razory
Listen closely must be done on smooth surfaces
No wood get them splinters in your noses
Get a straw cut it short slang it at the end
Two inches long now you good go on and dig in
If its your first time you probably wont feel it
Don't worry about it cause it might take a minute
Before I leave I got some more advice to tell
Rub it on a hoe clit, make her cum right here, yeah

[Chorus: x2]

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

So I typed a text to a
girl I used to see
Sayin that I chose
this cutie pie with whom
I wanna be
And I apologize if this message
gets you down
Then I CC'd every girl
that I'd see see round town and
I hate to see y'all frown
but I'd rather see her smiling
Wetness all around me true
but I'm no island
Peninsula maybe
makes no sense I know crazy
Give up all this pussy cat
thats in my lap no lookin back
Spaceships dont come equipped
with rearview mirrors
They dip as quick as they can
The atmosphere is now ripped
Im so like a Pip
Im glad its night
So the light from the sun
would not burn me on my bum
When I shoot the moon high
jump the broom
Like a premie out the womb
My partner yellin
Too soon Dont do it Reconsider
Read some litera
ture on the subject
You sure Fuck it
You know we got your back
like chiroprac
tic If that bitch do you dirty
we'll wipe her ass
out as in detergent
Now hurry hurry
go on to the altar
I know you aint a pimp but pimp
remember what I taught ya
Keep your heart 3 stacks
keep your heart
Aye keep your heart 3 stacks
keep your heart
Man these girls is smart
3 stacks these girls is smart
Play your part
Play your part
Sweet jones
By bitch a choosey lover never
fuck without a rubber
Never in the sheets
like it on top of the cover
Money on the dresser
drive a compressor
Top notch hoes get the most
not the lesser
trash like the fuck for
40 dollars in the club
fucking up the game
bitch you gets no love
She be cross country givin
all that she got
A thousand a pop
Im pullin Bentleys off the lot
I smashed up the grey one
bought me a red
Every time we hit the parking
lot we turn heads
Some hoes wanna choose
but them bitches too scary
Your bitch chose me
you aint a pimp you a fairy

I choose you girl
Baby you been rollin solo
time to get down with the team
Because its greener
on that other side
if you know what I mean
I'll show you shit
you've never seen
The 7 wonders of the world
And I can make you the 8th
if you wanna be my girl
When I say my girl
I don't mean my woman
that aint my style
Need a real streets stalker
to walk a green mile
We burnin up the paper
on the dining room table
Cause you able to realize
I'm the truth and not a fable
We rockin precious sable
keep that chilla on the rack
What I look like with
some thousand dollar shit
up on my back
Im a million dollar mack
need a billion dollar bitch
Put my pimpin in your life
watch your daddy get rich
Easy as A B C
simple as 1 2 3
Get down with UGK Pimp C
B U N B
Cause whats a hoe with no pimp
and whats a pimp with no hoes
Dont be a lame
you know the game
and how it goes
We tryin to get jones
I choose you girl
Eni mini decisions
with precision I pick
Or make my selection on
who I choose to be with
Girl dont touch my protection
I know you want it to slip
But slippin is something
I dont do
tippin for life
Thats like makin it rain
Every month on schedule
Let me tell you
Get your parasol umbrella
cause its gonna get wetter
Better prepare you for the
see pole
She supposed to spend it on
that baby but we see she dont
Ask ask Paul McCartney
the lawyers gettin sloppy
Slaughter slaughter
of them pockets
had to tie her to a rocket
Send her into outer space
I know he wish he could
Cause he payin 20K a day
that bitch is eating good
Like an infant on a double D
bitch is getting plump
Cause he miscalculated
the next to the last bump
Dump dump in the gut
walk it off from the giddy up
Better chose the right
one or pick pick the kitties up

I chose you girl
I chose you baby

[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]

<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>

(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)

<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

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

[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>[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>[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>

<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>

[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!!

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)

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]

[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]

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]

[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 !