Juicy J

[Dj Paul:] Three Six Mafia, you scared 2003 six is goin down

[Intro]
You scared hoe
what what what
You scared hoe
what what what
You scared hoe
what what what
Kickin in the door I make
them bitches hit the floor
for keys

[rpt 2x]

[Dj Paul]
Bust in with that 45 make them bitches back it up
Catch them ridin on them thangs make them bitches jack it up
Here they got that pot it man make them bitches bag it up
Finally got that money man make them bitches sag it up
Take it to the spot man now its time to crank it up
Don't play tomorrows a brighter day I gotta pack it up
Means I bees the first up on the block I guess to rack it up
Pocket full of stones oh boy I gotta track it up
Fuckin wit you snitches man don't make me wanna hang it up
But lookin at a empty plate dont' make me wanna keep it up
Any nigga with that work gon make me wanna kreep it up
Even though my pockets don't got deep they ain't got deep enough
Wishin I could rob me a bank but I ain't theif enough
I keep it in the hood to rob a nigga chart they sleep enough
That is bout the time I get my back then I need it up
Time to find another boy time I gettin a rita

[Chorus]
I think I got them scared
I think that they scared of me
I think you bitch you scared
I think that they scared of me
I think I got them scared
I think that they scared of me
Kickin in the door I make them
bitches hit the floor for keys

[rpt 2x]

[Juicy J]
Which one of you rappers wanna feel them shots
Sayin that Juicy J fuck you out your record money flop
Hope you know these north memphis soldiers keep a plastic glock
Stand infront of your house I'm bout to buck you cowards on the spot
Heard you talkin loud at the tuff I guess to gang your pops
Man this ain't no radio station boy quit tryin to pump your watch
Police yellow tape somebody blood they wipin wit a mop
What a witness saw when we here roll on down your corner block
The mafia boys we got the toys make you drop it off
Pass me the gun I take the handle then saw it off
Bust in the bank and make you faint before I knock it off
Humm on the drank and full of dank ready to break the law
I see them fuzz I see we won cause I won it all
So fucken scared you talkin gahos want it oh want it oh
But we don't care we like em dallas standin ten feet tall
Buckin you blastin you watch you splatter on the fucken wall

[rpt chorus]

[Lord Infamous]
Creepin carefully through the street because it very real in the field
Ain't no love for pity ain't nobody cut you no deal
Everyone I know they do whatever just to get a meal
Or whats in the bottle or the baggie or whats under seal
Careful of the company you keep everyone a treal
Cause when robbas mobbas double jaw just to bust appeal
You got hustlas dealas bankin every town every field
Guess what I don't hang around the brothas so so mass a gil

[Crunchy Black]
Crunchy Black in this bitch I'm bout to bring the pain
Ain't no gang in my slang do you understand
Mess with me then your messin with the grownest man
Where I'm from from the slum niggaz shootin a thang
On the run now you see me in the papers man
They was tryin to stop a nigga from doin his thang
Cant ya mug is the song that I'm singin man
Hypnotize got me gold diggin for the chain

[rpt chorus]

[Dj Paul:] Three Six Mafia, you scared 2003 six is goin down

[Intro]
You scared hoe
what what what
You scared hoe
what what what
You scared hoe
what what what
Kickin in the door I make
them bitches hit the floor
for keys

[rpt 2x]

[Dj Paul]
Bust in with that 45 make them bitches back it up
Catch them ridin on them thangs make them bitches jack it up
Here they got that pot it man make them bitches bag it up
Finally got that money man make them bitches sag it up
Take it to the spot man now its time to crank it up
Don't play tomorrows a brighter day I gotta pack it up
Means I bees the first up on the block I guess to rack it up
Pocket full of stones oh boy I gotta track it up
Fuckin wit you snitches man don't make me wanna hang it up
But lookin at a empty plate dont' make me wanna keep it up
Any nigga with that work gon make me wanna kreep it up
Even though my pockets don't got deep they ain't got deep enough
Wishin I could rob me a bank but I ain't theif enough
I keep it in the hood to rob a nigga chart they sleep enough
That is bout the time I get my back then I need it up
Time to find another boy time I gettin a rita

[Chorus]
I think I got them scared
I think that they scared of me
I think you bitch you scared
I think that they scared of me
I think I got them scared
I think that they scared of me
Kickin in the door I make them
bitches hit the floor for keys

[rpt 2x]

[Juicy J]
Which one of you rappers wanna feel them shots
Sayin that Juicy J fuck you out your record money flop
Hope you know these north memphis soldiers keep a plastic glock
Stand infront of your house I'm bout to buck you cowards on the spot
Heard you talkin loud at the tuff I guess to gang your pops
Man this ain't no radio station boy quit tryin to pump your watch
Police yellow tape somebody blood they wipin wit a mop
What a witness saw when we here roll on down your corner block
The mafia boys we got the toys make you drop it off
Pass me the gun I take the handle then saw it off
Bust in the bank and make you faint before I knock it off
Humm on the drank and full of dank ready to break the law
I see them fuzz I see we won cause I won it all
So fucken scared you talkin gahos want it oh want it oh
But we don't care we like em dallas standin ten feet tall
Buckin you blastin you watch you splatter on the fucken wall

[rpt chorus]

[Lord Infamous]
Creepin carefully through the street because it very real in the field
Ain't no love for pity ain't nobody cut you no deal
Everyone I know they do whatever just to get a meal
Or whats in the bottle or the baggie or whats under seal
Careful of the company you keep everyone a treal
Cause when robbas mobbas double jaw just to bust appeal
You got hustlas dealas bankin every town every field
Guess what I don't hang around the brothas so so mass a gil

[Crunchy Black]
Crunchy Black in this bitch I'm bout to bring the pain
Ain't no gang in my slang do you understand
Mess with me then your messin with the grownest man
Where I'm from from the slum niggaz shootin a thang
On the run now you see me in the papers man
They was tryin to stop a nigga from doin his thang
Cant ya mug is the song that I'm singin man
Hypnotize got me gold diggin for the chain

[rpt chorus]

You scared hoe
what what what
You scared hoe
what what what
You scared hoe
what what what
Kickin in the door I make
them bitches hit the floor
for keys

[rpt 2x]

[Dj Paul]
Bust in with that 45 make them bitches back it up
Catch them ridin on them thangs make them bitches jack it up
Here they got that pot it man make them bitches bag it up
Finally got that money man make them bitches sag it up
Take it to the spot man now its time to crank it up
Don't play tomorrows a brighter day I gotta pack it up
Means I bees the first up on the block I guess to rack it up
Pocket full of stones oh boy I gotta track it up
Fuckin wit you snitches man don't make me wanna hang it up
But lookin at a empty plate dont' make me wanna keep it up
Any nigga with that work gon make me wanna kreep it up
Even though my pockets don't got deep they ain't got deep enough
Wishin I could rob me a bank but I ain't theif enough
I keep it in the hood to rob a nigga chart they sleep enough
That is bout the time I get my back then I need it up
Time to find another boy time I gettin a rita

[Chorus]
I think I got them scared
I think that they scared of me
I think you bitch you scared
I think that they scared of me
I think I got them scared
I think that they scared of me
Kickin in the door I make them
bitches hit the floor for keys

[rpt 2x]

[Juicy J]
Which one of you rappers wanna feel them shots
Sayin that Juicy J fuck you out your record money flop
Hope you know these north memphis soldiers keep a plastic glock
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[Chorus]
WOLF, WOLF!
All you want, run your mouth in the street
But you AIN'T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me
I don't give a MOTHERFUCK if you a hundred deep
But you AIN'T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me

[Verse One: Lord Infamous]
Tell them hoes they get slapped, and them niggaz get stomped
If crunk was a .44 this be the pump
Hit the floor like a maniac, everybody thump
'Cause nobody bump like the Hypnotized bump
So rush them to the left, push them to the right
Fuck a nigga up wanna start some shit tonight
Bust some heads fuck it, bust a motherfucking leg
Bust dem rude boys up with the naughty dreads
Rush 'em up, push 'em grab 'em and slam 'em
Swing dem elbows boy drop that hammer!
Juiceman, Paul, Lord Infamous, and Crunch
I dare you niggaz to throw the first punch
We ain't satisfied 'till a nigga leave paralyzed
Underground out warning out it's the Hypnotized
Chaos, destruction, mayhem, panic
Lose your motherfucking bitch do some damage!

[Chorus - 2X]

[Verse Two: Juicy "J"]
["North, North" repeated through the entire verse]
What the fuss about?
Is it cause a nigga got dough?
What the cuss about is it cause a nigga got hoes?
Hate to be the one to tell ya that a player got your honey
Got her working up in here niggaz taking all her money
In the back of a black Cadillac suck-n-jack
Niggaz kill for them X pills, trying to clean our cataracts
Sitting in the front like a mack, smoking sacks
This is real smoking Laden kills, playing a game of "Pass it back"
If I buy a brand new car, haters get mad
If I buy some shoes for the bitch, haters get sad
If I get your brains blow out, then they crying
TV's as they bump off in the rear, then they dying
I close a lot of doors
I pimp a lot of whores
I fuck your main gal and she's down on all four
I'm straight from the North
I'm down to the core
It's in my fucking veins, and it sweating out my pores

[Chorus - 2X]

[Verse Three: Dj Paul]
They never take me alive, I'm getting high with my .45
Stash in my ride, watching haters in they eyes
I rather go in a blaze then be taken by some bitches
I seem I'm doing better since I got away from snitches
I'm the rawest, quick the break the lamest
Really all they saw is how quick I broke his rawest
Your dog DJ Paul AKA the K.O.'Em (Memphis)
Slap naggers in they mouth cause they act like women
We out the fucking frizame, we're off the fucking chizain
I keeps me a tone, don't you dare step to me mane
I lives in the south where them thugs outta control
You look off in they mouth you see a whole lotta gold
I love to load clips, I love to shoot guns
I love to load bullets in they back when they run
These niggaz talk shit around they click just for fun
But see 'em in the streets the motherfuckers play dumb, nigga!

[Chorus - 2X]

All you want, run your mouth in the street
But you AIN'T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me
I don't give a MOTHERFUCK if you a hundred deep
But you AIN'T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me

[Verse One: Lord Infamous]
Tell them hoes they get slapped, and them niggaz get stomped
If crunk was a .44 this be the pump
Hit the floor like a maniac, everybody thump
'Cause nobody bump like the Hypnotized bump
So rush them to the left, push them to the right
Fuck a nigga up wanna start some shit tonight
Bust some heads fuck it, bust a motherfucking leg
Bust dem rude boys up with the naughty dreads
Rush 'em up, push 'em grab 'em and slam 'em
Swing dem elbows boy drop that hammer!
Juiceman, Paul, Lord Infamous, and Crunch
I dare you niggaz to throw the first punch
We ain't satisfied 'till a nigga leave paralyzed
Underground out warning out it's the Hypnotized
Chaos, destruction, mayhem, panic
Lose your motherfucking bitch do some damage!

[Chorus - 2X]

[Verse Two: Juicy "J"]
["North, North" repeated through the entire verse]
What the fuss about?
Is it cause a nigga got dough?
What the cuss about is it cause a nigga got hoes?
Hate to be the one to tell ya that a player got your honey
Got her working up in here niggaz taking all her money
In the back of a black Cadillac suck-n-jack
Niggaz kill for them X pills, trying to clean our cataracts
Sitting in the front like a mack, smoking sacks
This is real smoking Laden kills, playing a game of "Pass it back"
If I buy a brand new car, haters get mad
If I buy some shoes for the bitch, haters get sad
If I get your brains blow out, then they crying
TV's as th

WOLF, WOLF!
All you want, run your mouth in the street
But you AIN'T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me
I don't give a MOTHERFUCK if you a hundred deep
But you AIN'T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me

[Verse One: Lord Infamous]
Tell them hoes they get slapped, and them niggaz get stomped
If crunk was a .44 this be the pump
Hit the floor like a maniac, everybody thump
'Cause nobody bump like the Hypnotized bump
So rush them to the left, push them to the right
Fuck a nigga up wanna start some shit tonight
Bust some heads fuck it, bust a motherfucking leg
Bust dem rude boys up with the naughty dreads
Rush 'em up, push 'em grab 'em and slam 'em
Swing dem elbows boy drop that hammer!
Juiceman, Paul, Lord Infamous, and Crunch
I dare you niggaz to throw the first punch
We ain't satisfied 'till a nigga leave paralyzed
Underground out warning out it's the Hypnotized
Chaos, destruction, mayhem, panic
Lose your motherfucking bitch do some damage!

[Chorus - 2X]

[Verse Two: Juicy "J"]
["North, North" repeated through the entire verse]
What the fuss about?
Is it cause a nigga got dough?
What the cuss about is it cause a nigga got hoes?
Hate to be the one to tell ya that a player got your honey
Got her working up in here niggaz taking all her money
In the back of a black Cadillac suck-n-jack
Niggaz kill for them X pills, trying to clean our cataracts
Sitting in the front like a mack, smoking sacks
This is real smoking Laden kills, playing a game of "Pass it back"
If I buy a brand new car, haters get mad
If I buy some shoes for the bitch, haters get sad
If I get your brains blow out, then they crying
TV's as th

We Some north side niggaz and we runnin this shit
We some south side niggaz and we runnin this shit
We some east side niggaz and we runnin this shit
We some west side niggaz and we runnin this shit
We some north side niggaz and we runnin this shit
We some south side niggaz and we runnin this shit
We some east side niggaz and we runnin this shit
We some west side niggaz and we runnin this shit

[DJ Paul]
I'm from that Memphis 10 Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that ATL hoe
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that DC Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from That Clevland Hoe
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that nashville Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Jackson 10 Hoe
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Shi Town Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Richland VA
Who gives a f**k where you from
Now you don't want no drama boy cause we the drama kings
And you don't want no anna boy cause we the anna kings
Dont even talk about guns cause we quick to sling
And when it comes to beef boy we some burger kings
Catch you with the small 22. that I had in my bouge
Had that other hand had pulled first
but you was scared to shoot
Three 6 Mafia for 12 years
We've been getting it crunk
The kings from Memphis man riding in my Chevy Truck

[Lil Wyte]
I'm from the bay I thrown them bows
Who gives a f**k where you from
F**k you to I be the motherf**ker totin the gun
With automatic triggers Chrome handles
Red lights to keep you sighted My shit on the rising
I'm combining platinum with some diamonds
Keep the room rotating like spinners
to get you out your seat
sensation or vibration as soon as you hear the f**kin beat
Its the ones you love to hate same ones you intimidate
bring it to the f**kin floor I might respect your f**king state [bitch]

I'm from that Birmingham Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Corpres Cristy Hoe
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Miami Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Harlem Hoe
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Brooklin Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that BX Hoe
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Queens Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Statin Island Hoe
Who gives a f**k where you from
Raise Your Thugs Up

[Juicy J]
North North Three 6 Mafia
Three 6 Mafia Runnin thangs drankin with the drama king
Swingin from the left to the right on that purple lean
If you got a choppa in your hand than pop that
Rob on these cowards tell them D-Boys to drop that
Show up at your house disrespecting like a f**king trick
Go and get your hood little scary we can handle this
Like I told you boys juicy j is on that M-Town
Got that cheese coming in choking green by the pound

[Frayser Boy]
I'm rolling with the Three 6 let em peep this
Make the heat spit Leave em speechless
You don't won't no beef trick
If its ana that you want ana what you get
Frayser Boy catch me in that bay and don't you forget
Reppin where you comming from
Make you duck and run
Heckteck when them bullits come
They miss you then you lucky son
All I do is Raise our thug
Know we gon be click tight
Aint no understandin when we come
Best to get right boy

I'm from that Dallas Tx Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Bay Area
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Denver Hoe
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Oklahoma City
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Albsany Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Gary Indiana
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Indianapolis Hoe
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Milwalkee Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from

[Cruncky Black]
I deep in in I represent It [east side hoe]
For yall hataz that hate to get with me
Yal dont want ot go to war now
Yall dont want to go against hypnotize now
We been taking care of our f**king buisness
So your hoes might as well get wicked
If you want to swing them thangs then hit me
Got them hypnotize soldiers with me

[Lord Infamas]
In case you havent heard we won the championship
And if you say three six aint it you will get smacked in the lip
Now don't nothin stop Infamous from getting stoned
For the rest of the days I take this dro to the dome
Know that your jumpin all around if your bumping this
World domination couse when the smoke clears
The Unbreakables will come to hit you in yo ear [in yo ear]

I'm from that Missassippi Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Carlina Hoe
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Michigan Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Caltimore Hoe
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Kentucky Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Minnesota Hoe
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that California Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Arizona Hoe
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that St Luis Hoe
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Orlando
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Lil Rock Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that New Orleans Hoe
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Houston Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from

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]

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]

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]

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]

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

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

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

[Chorus: x2]

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

[Chorus: x2]

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Yeah it's Project Pat up in this
Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin a rip it like it's supposed to be
Handle that shit

[Project Pat]
Jack one, smack one, run off wit ya sack son
Anybody wit the loot, give it up or I'ma shoot
Bow down M-town, niggaz like to ride clean
Snort on some good dope, smoke on some good green
Friday payday, so I'm at the Shake Junt
Lookin' fo' a big lick, fiendin' for a fat blunt
Saw my victim caught me one slippin'
On the side of the club takin' a pissin'
No mask on face I didn't really need it
He can be damn fool and he'll get heated
Point blank, snatch bank, runnin' like a track star
Heart pumpin' fast like I ate out the crack jar
No one saw me made clean getaway
That means that I still live to get paid
Late night, all night jackin on the spizot
Breakin up a dice game or where it's hizot

[Hook: Crunchy Black - repeat 2X]
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm fucked up
A nigga gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane my lucks up
A nigga gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm dead broke
A nigga gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Plus I'm out of dope
A nigga gotta try something

[Juicy "J"]
I ran up in the bank put a tone to his head
Told the clerk this a robbery nigga drop the bread
Then I ran like a bitch when my folks was outside
So I jumped in the car, mashed the gas start to ride
the westside of Tennesse, until I heard the news
nigga should have went to Mexico, my face was on the tube
most w

[Project Pat - on the phone]
Yeah it's Project Pat up in this
Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin a rip it like it's supposed to be
Handle that shit

[Project Pat]
Jack one, smack one, run off wit ya sack son
Anybody wit the loot, give it up or I'ma shoot
Bow down M-town, niggaz like to ride clean
Snort on some good dope, smoke on some good green
Friday payday, so I'm at the Shake Junt
Lookin' fo' a big lick, fiendin' for a fat blunt
Saw my victim caught me one slippin'
On the side of the club takin' a pissin'
No mask on face I didn't really need it
He can be damn fool and he'll get heated
Point blank, snatch bank, runnin' like a track star
Heart pumpin' fast like I ate out the crack jar
No one saw me made clean getaway
That means that I still live to get paid
Late night, all night jackin on the spizot
Breakin up a dice game or where it's hizot

[Hook: Crunchy Black - repeat 2X]
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm fucked up
A nigga gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane my lucks up
A nigga gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm dead broke
A nigga gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Plus I'm out of dope
A nigga gotta try something

[Juicy "J"]
I ran up in the bank put a tone to his head
Told the clerk this a robbery nigga drop the bread
Then I ran like a bitch when my folks was outside
So I jumped in the car, mashed the gas start to ride
the westside of Tennesse, until I heard the news
nigga should have went to Mexico, my face was on the tube
most wanted for a felony I should have stayed in class
I was a stupid as nigga I didn't even wear a mask

[DJ Paul]
I guess you know by now the BHZ do not play
My pussy valley are down and gonna spray
They still robbin' niggaz and jackin' fo yo clothes
and have you runnin round like college girls exposed
My Tulane niggaz you knowin' they stayin' strapped
beside DJ Paul they put The Haven on the Map
But it's too many hoods in The Haven to claim
so we gon all bring guns we gon' all bring pain.

[Hook x2 (Crunchy Black)]

[Crunchy Black]
You can do what ya do to keep ya ass in
it's CB and mane I ain't playin
Wit pistol in my Muthafuckin right hand
I'm a stick it to ya body, and start demandin
me muthafuckin money out ya fuckin pockets
give me them rings and that fuckin' watch n you
betta listen up before I start poppin it's me again
I'm constantly robbin

[Lord Infamous]
Slap on his block wit the glock
and lock'em down to the rocks
fiendin' for his knot in his pocket strip him
down his socks, grab and feel this 44
hopin' steam right off this scope
and I let him smoke If I go in ya pockets and ya broke
ya got a lotta nuts rollin' my hood on ya twankies
now ya gotta drop off them bitches and that ring on ya pankies
either ya give me ya green, ya pills, and ya powda
Or I gotta pump the gauge and let you take a buck shot shower

Yeah it's Project Pat up in this
Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin a rip it like it's supposed to be
Handle that shit

[Project Pat]
Jack one, smack one, run off wit ya sack son
Anybody wit the loot, give it up or I'ma shoot
Bow down M-town, niggaz like to ride clean
Snort on some good dope, smoke on some good green
Friday payday, so I'm at the Shake Junt
Lookin' fo' a big lick, fiendin' for a fat blunt
Saw my victim caught me one slippin'
On the side of the club takin' a pissin'
No mask on face I didn't really need it
He can be damn fool and he'll get heated
Point blank, snatch bank, runnin' like a track star
Heart pumpin' fast like I ate out the crack jar
No one saw me made clean getaway
That means that I still live to get paid
Late night, all night jackin on the spizot
Breakin up a dice game or where it's hizot

[Hook: Crunchy Black - repeat 2X]
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm fucked up
A nigga gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane my lucks up
A nigga gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm dead broke
A nigga gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Plus I'm out of dope
A nigga gotta try something

[Juicy "J"]
I ran up in the bank put a tone to his head
Told the clerk this a robbery nigga drop the bread
Then I ran like a bitch when my folks was outside
So I jumped in the car, mashed the gas start to ride
the westside of Tennesse, until I heard the news
nigga should have went to Mexico, my face was on the tube
most w

[Serv-on]
Boy,I think this the second time you done passed up this sign
you goin'the wrong way main.

[Fiend]
Slow ya role, slow ya role,ya know what im saying?
Look,we about to go I 255,(yeah) straight up to Memphis.(ya show)
See what im saying, Paul said he gone meet us by Wal-Greens,
we 'bout to go head on and break this bread, ya see what I'm saying?
What you gone do?

[Fiend]
Bitch,you can picture the pain,I rip you in vain
While the young soldiers whisper my name
I'm dealing the caine,sippin' on crown, smokin' that Jane
Open the brain,let that shit inject, you think that I'm playin'
Don't make me get at your kin fo those that can't
Either you die slow,ride slow, cause Fiend about to show
How not only God knows, these niggas our hoes,my stock broke
So we ain't trippin' puttin' knives to throats
Buckin the clip at the 5and 0 ,allow smoke
Dosha go straight to my lungs I see WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP
In ya streets Chopper intro now peep this
Got wit you F-I-E-N-D and THREE-6
Talk it like I bring I feel you need this,deep shit
Sleep wit them fishes, eat wit them bitches,it's all on you
Like that lil nigga B.G. cd volume 2
I throw hallows threw ,what you use to swallow and chew,
'bout what ya gone do?

[Lord Infamous]
Infamous I'm leavin brain dust
I'll indanger you lamers like strangers
I'm in this bitch, pimp stick, clothes hanger
I'm out the frame, on a lame, like a Banger
I either put you in a cross,or I pull the Moss
I'm runnin threw so logs, tring to blow ya leg off
I put some shit up in the line that'll blow ya mind
It's like some Colt 45, does it every time,nigga get my rhymes

[Chorus: Fiend]

If I pull my pistol I'm a bust wit it
Never see me holdin it and go fuss wit it
You gone be a big pussy gettin fucked wit it
Foever tucked wit it, cause you done got touched wit it
[2x's]

[Serv-on]
Act like you know me when I say Im head thug on your block
Hold ya breath when I spray paint my name on yo spot
Tell your self you ain't scared when I run in your shit
I ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch
Apollogize when I pass by bootin my grill
3rd World I represent it Blood City fo real
Foreget yo know me when I pistol whip you and yo click
No limit riders, Tre 6, yall aint runnin like this

[DJ Paul]
Now whats the fuck the use of holdin a gun and playin wit you hoes
I'm bout to shut down yo heart thats how the story goes
These boys think cause we some CEO's, we must be some hoes
Its consequences and reprecusions fuckin wit pros
Thiese bitches hot cause its hypnotized and no limit
We off the wham but only real niggas all up in it
I tell you what Serv kill the head of yo click
And I bet all them hoes quit talkin shit

[Chorus 2x's]

[Juicy J]
I never ran up yo a trunk
Blastin on a fuckin punk
Toxicated, high, or drunk
Try and grab the closest pump
Never flodged on how I lived
Fight a nigga over a bitch
Playa Im just callin pimp
Always keep a cigarette lit
Never walked up in the club
Dissin niggas wit a mug
Always keep my owm sack
Never wanted to hit your bud
Independant on you hoes
Makin more than selling dope
If you wanna hate the click
Nigga I make your body froze

[Serv-on]

Close yo eyes ?
Mouth full its a south thang thuging like that
You say you know Im in North Memphis pushin that drill
Tearin clubs up in South Memphis and Smokey City
Say your prayers when I lay that iron clean on yo chest
Dont play no games boy, Im kinda wild wit that tech
Pretend you death when I scream what city you clame
Fuck around wit me I seperate your body from your name

[La Chat]

Lay down bitch ,La Chat and I ain't playing no games
bucking you hoes,my mado keep my distance from lames
My 45 be on my side and I be ready to ride
We catch you slipin you be missin have you barried alive
My niggas downdown we got that anna that you bitches dont won't
Step to me wrong Paul,Juicy,Pat,La Chat be strapped wit them pumps
Now how you figure when you fuck up that we gone let you live
We kill your ass then set a randsome fo your guts that we spill!!!!!

[Chorus]

[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 !

[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 !

Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate

Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate

I grab my swatter I swat this bug, he laid to rest
Fuckin' wit T-R-I-P-L, E-S-I-X
Niggaz be talkin' but in the end I like fuck 'em up
In the beginnin' they could've survived but they had no nuts
Bitch where you graduated from, I said a school of hoe-in'
Cuz in yo face, off in the streets aint nothin' but hoe is showin'
Too fuckin' light, too fuckin' light to try to fight
Stick you with knives, shoot you with - nines and take yo life

Yea we know you niggaz are fuckin' scared cuz we don't play around
Never wanna step cuz Three 6 Mafia put you in the ground
People say you buck but we all know that's just that liquor bro
Niggaz swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin' that snow
If a member call me then I'm gonna pack my yawks and roll
Ride down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body cold
Foo this ain't no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grill
High cappin' and dissin' in yo rappin' just might get ya killed

*They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in

They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in

Whachu doin' round hea? My nigga I gotta get ya
Fresh outta jail-ie, my mind on bailin', so I split ya
Head to the meet-ie, give to the needy so fuck the rest
No understandin', Projects the greedy, ya could be next
I'm robbin' victims with of the face of a ???
No hesitatin', I come out buckin' so watch the nine
Off in East Memphis transactin' bizness I know you straight
I'm buckin' you fakers who ain't got cheese, the ones I hate

Could it be me, could it be somethin' in the fuckin' air
Im seein' niggaz, them niggaz bodies flyin' everywhere
You wanna know if the Lord is mackin' or a fuckin' player
I'm keepin' all of you muthafuckas in my fuckin' prayers
Everywhere that I go I'm gettin' all these evil stares
I'm sick of all of these hatin' muthafuckas in my hair
All in my bizness, God is my witness I don't even care
Cause all you bitches you get the *blaah* died hell yeah

* Repeat

Deep deep in them trenches of Memphis where I'm seriously pimpin'
Da Koopsta da Knicca breakin' mo bitches than London got bridges
Send this to you niggas so you besta listen well
Touch me and you'll die see you can burn wit me in hell
This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-I for you niggas that've lost it
Spl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, will ??? off it
Call Chris mane, shit dump 'em in a ditch
Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the Six riders

My nigga CB he be back out here on these bricks again
He kickin' in doors, he lookin' for him some dividends
He kidnappin' hoes so he can make him some money mane
And fuckin' wit him is like fuckin' wit somethin' different
Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough
Like ash to ash nigga, and dust to dust
In gats we trust nigga, it really ain't much nigga
Cuz talkin' to us nigga, we blowin' ya up

* Repeat

(Till fade)
I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown

In earlier news, the police still haven't found three well known rappers
formerly employed by Hypnotize Minds - they're asking if you have any
leads or any information about where these rappers may be
Please contact 528-CASH

[Hook: Juicy "J" - repeat 2X]
Yo mami an yo pops man they 'bout to find yo body
The snitcher and the cops man they 'bout to find yo body
The ambulance and morgue man they 'bout to find yo body
Lay out on the floor man they 'bout to find yo body

[Crunchy Black]
One, two, here I come foo
Three, four, kickin' in the door
Five, six, rob a nigga quick
Seven, eight, get away straight
Throughts cut guns shot, wounds broke bones
Plagues diseases warclones and ozones
Playa depleting, go a heating, west now
Everynight on the news under the murder trails

[Project Pat]
He grew up as a rowdy motha fucka, he didn't give a shit
Give my black ski mask and gun and a doh to kick
Grown watchin' frown put the tone underneath your chin
You know Project Pat is there your nigga down to make some fizz

[DJ Paul]
From the uterus to the funerals
I'ma keep my crown
Bitch I ain't from England
But my money still come in pounds
Lost a couple of members for the better
Still we hold it down, meet up on the
Bees on the ground from a .40 round put 'em down

[Hook 2x]

In earlier news, the police still haven't found three well known rappers
formerly employed by Hypnotize Minds - they're asking if you have any
leads or any information about where these rappers may be
Please contact 528-CASH

[Hook: Juicy "J" - repeat 2X]
Yo mami an yo pops man they 'bout to find yo body
The snitcher and the cops man they 'bout to find yo body
The ambulance and morgue man they 'bout to find yo body
Lay out on the floor man they 'bout to find yo body

[Crunchy Black]
One, two, here I come foo
Three, four, kickin' in the door
Five, six, rob a nigga quick
Seven, eight, get away straight
Throughts cut guns shot, wounds broke bones
Plagues diseases warclones and ozones
Playa depleting, go a heating, west now
Everynight on the news under the murder trails

[Project Pat]
He grew up as a rowdy motha fucka, he didn't give a shit
Give my black ski mask and gun and a doh to kick
Grown watchin' frown put the tone underneath your chin
You know Project Pat is there your nigga down to make some fizz

[DJ Paul]
From the uterus to the funerals
I'ma keep my crown
Bitch I ain't from England
But my money still come in pounds
Lost a couple of members for the better
Still we hold it down, meet up on the
Bees on the ground from a .40 round put 'em down

[Hook 2x]

In earlier news, the police still haven't found three well known rappers
formerly employed by Hypnotize Minds - they're asking if you have any
leads or any information about where these rappers may be
Please contact 528-CASH

[Hook: Juicy "J" - repeat 2X]
Yo mami an yo pops man they 'bout to find yo body
The snitcher and the cops man they 'bout to find yo body
The ambulance and morgue man they 'bout to find yo body
Lay out on the floor man they 'bout to find yo body

[Crunchy Black]
One, two, here I come foo
Three, four, kickin' in the door
Five, six, rob a nigga quick
Seven, eight, get away straight
Throughts cut guns shot, wounds broke bones
Plagues diseases warclones and ozones
Playa depleting, go a heating, west now
Everynight on the news under the murder trails

[Project Pat]
He grew up as a rowdy motha fucka, he didn't give a shit
Give my black ski mask and gun and a doh to kick
Grown watchin' frown put the tone underneath your chin
You know Project Pat is there your nigga down to make some fizz

[DJ Paul]
From the uterus to the funerals
I'ma keep my crown
Bitch I ain't from England
But my money still come in pounds
Lost a couple of members for the better
Still we hold it down, meet up on the
Bees on the ground from a .40 round put 'em down

[Hook 2x]

[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




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

[DJ Paul Talking]

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I comes from a city where they love to hate, especially on that Triple Six
They see we really got Bentley's and Benz's and they hate the shit
They try to come up over us, the radio even help em' at it
But yall ain't got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits
I'ma keep on hurting you boys, by making this motherfuckin' world rock
Side to fuckin' silence bitch for years and man we still ain't stop
Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese and carrying plastic glocks
And please don't try to test us cuz you know we'll let these bitches pop
On you hoes, you haters, you niggaz really like us
Cuz if you thank us, then you wouldn't try to sound so much like us
I'm the K-I-N-G of that M-P-H-M-S (Memphis)
H-C-P, to the E-N-D, others gone be less
Come prepared, man I swear they wanna be down with my team
Don't let the shit talkin' on them CD's fool you
That ain't what they really mean
The truth can hurt so bad so look in they faces when you play us
And watch how they look, and watch they jaw drop to the pavement
Nigga

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
Why yall Test My Gangsta
These bitches Test My Gangsta
[Repeat 8x]
Cuz it's on now
Nigga yeah it's on now
[Repeat 4x]

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Nigga don't you know that Lord can make your life a living hell
And I mean that literally, the place where demon spirits dwell
Empty all the buck-shot shells, make your fucking body smell
I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell
Fuck me with me, you fucking with the best
Nigga so all you fucking with the wrong one
I will hit you with the milli-milli gun, got a millimeter gun
Blow out ya lungs
Like them old I-Tal-Ians, Mafia, devil son
When you see me coming, better run for fucking cover bum
(BLITE!) AK, SK, .44, Tre-8
This body kinda heavy, D.O.A., air away
Bitch you better take notes, 'fo you end up cut-throat
And ya on the ground bro', with your fuckin' shirt soaked
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo, blow a nigga out his clothes
Come out the trench-coat with a Sawed-Off, and lay me down a hoe
So if you think ScareCrow ain't a gangsta come and test the waters
You will be de-slaughtered, the dearly departed

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Crunchy Black]
Why you niggaz wanna test my gangsta?
Don't make a nigga run up and shank ya
Or put some cement in yo shit and sank ya
Or make you shoot yourself and then I'm thankin' ya
Throw tile over round your throat and drag ya cuz
Get nothing from me, but gangsta love
No testin' me my nigga, have you laying in blood
Or dig you a grave, cut ya bitch ass up

[Verse 4: Juicy-J]
(Yeah Hoe!) [repeated throw the verse]
You niggaz be trying to test, I ain't no slouch
I squeeze my fuckin' fist, my nig', I break the law
I call out a hit my nig', I make the fall
The handle with the bloody trig', is all they saw
'Fo yo ugly face was down, on the ground
A barrel pointed at your frown, with hollow rounds
I bet ya wanna run and shit, it's too late now
You shouldn't have been runnin' ya lip, to make me clown
Bitch!

[Chorus]

I comes from a city where they love to hate, especially on that Triple Six
They see we really got Bentley's and Benz's and they hate the shit
They try to come up over us, the radio even help em' at it
But yall ain't got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits
I'ma keep on hurting you boys, by making this motherfuckin' world rock
Side to fuckin' silence bitch for years and man we still ain't stop
Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese and carrying plastic glocks
And please don't try to test us cuz you know we'll let these bitches pop
On you hoes, you haters, you niggaz really like us
Cuz if you thank us, then you wouldn't try to sound so much like us
I'm the K-I-N-G of that M-P-H-M-S (Memphis)
H-C-P, to the E-N-D, others gone be less
Come prepared, man I swear they wanna be down with my team
Don't let the shit talkin' on them CD's fool you
That ain't what they really mean
The truth can hurt so bad so look in they faces when you play us
And watch how they look, and watch they jaw drop to the pavement
Nigga

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
Why yall Test My Gangsta
These bitches Test My Gangsta
[Repeat 8x]
Cuz it's on now
Nigga yeah it's on now
[Repeat 4x]

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Nigga don't you know that Lord can make your life a living hell
And I mean that literally, the place where demon spirits dwell
Empty all the buck-shot shells, make your fucking body smell
I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell
Fuck me with me, you fucking with the best
Nigga so all you fucking with the wrong one
I will hit you with the milli-milli gun, got a millim

I comes from a city where they love to hate, especially on that Triple Six
They see we really got Bentley's and Benz's and they hate the shit
They try to come up over us, the radio even help em' at it
But yall ain't got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits
I'ma keep on hurting you boys, by making this motherfuckin' world rock
Side to fuckin' silence bitch for years and man we still ain't stop
Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese and carrying plastic glocks
And please don't try to test us cuz you know we'll let these bitches pop
On you hoes, you haters, you niggaz really like us
Cuz if you thank us, then you wouldn't try to sound so much like us
I'm the K-I-N-G of that M-P-H-M-S (Memphis)
H-C-P, to the E-N-D, others gone be less
Come prepared, man I swear they wanna be down with my team
Don't let the shit talkin' on them CD's fool you
That ain't what they really mean
The truth can hurt so bad so look in they faces when you play us
And watch how they look, and watch they jaw drop to the pavement
Nigga

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
Why yall Test My Gangsta
These bitches Test My Gangsta
[Repeat 8x]
Cuz it's on now
Nigga yeah it's on now
[Repeat 4x]

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Nigga don't you know that Lord can make your life a living hell
And I mean that literally, the place where demon spirits dwell
Empty all the buck-shot shells, make your fucking body smell
I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell
Fuck me with me, you fucking with the best
Nigga so all you fucking with the wrong one
I will hit you with the milli-milli gun, got a millim

[Chours: Lord Infamous]

Break bre break bre breakout the dollar and take a bump
Pick out the seeds and spit the blunt
If you wanna get numb froze and slump
If you got what I want won't you give me some

[Juicy "J"]
How high can you get on that ?frendly fruit?(frendly fruit?)
How high can you get sippin gin and juice?(gin and juice)
How high can you get sittin next to me?(next to me)
How high can you get on that XTC ? (XTC)
How high can you get on the ball of snow?(ball of snow)
How high can you get wit a Optimo?(optimo)
How high can you get in a bathroom?(bathroom)
How high can you get in a class room?(classroom)

[DJ Paul]
Now how high can you get when you fuck with that 6
Now how high can you get if you take a lil hit
Now how high can you get if you snort a lil bit
Bout as high as you was before you started lil bitch
Now how high can you get if you stomp the whole gram
I could answer that question you'll be as high as I am
Now how high can you get if you of a couple my tail
A designated driver need it cause you goin to jail dont play

[Chorus 2x]

[Gangsta Boo]
Uh, The old Gangsta Boo would run up in yo house (for real)
Blackhaven style put the glock up to ya mouth (klack klack)
I'm trippin like this is an anna song
Crunchy Crazy Azz gotcha trippin on this weed bong

[Cruncy Blac]
Uh , Uh, Uh, You could trust me
sell you straight weed or some straight P
Lately I've Just been me nigga me nigga hate me
I be smokin on the fuckin bud nigga lately
Now y'all gonna hate up on a thug

[Gangsta Boo]
Yo yo yo Yeah for real you be high like that,
snortin up the powder pack ,
pure white funky town take me where the chronic at
Tightcamafiacup? filled with hennessy and sprite
for all night hit me up 404 yeah right

[Crunchy Blac]
uh uh uh Nigga lately on ya fuckin P milli me it be dank weed
Nigga cant you see cant you see
i be stumbilin thumbilin in the fuckin street
I be crumbilin crumblin down the fuckin weed nigga dank weed

[Chorus till fade]

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)

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)

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)

I keep purple stuff all in ma cup
84's when I'm rollin up
(i got them TV screen foldin down)
Purple stuff all in ma cup
84's when I'm rollin up
(gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side)

I keep purple stuff all in ma cup
84's when I'm rollin up
(i got them TV screen foldin down)
Purple stuff all in ma cup
84's when I'm rollin up
(gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side)
(gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side)

On a Sunday afternoon
You can see it in ma eyes
That I been cheifin like an indian
Playa this tha shit
Ridin down to a park strip
Hollerin' at a bitch
Put ya foot on the brakes
Ta hit tha gas and make it flick
En watch the ho start lookin'
But they can't see up in ma tint
'cause there's a playa inside this motha fucker
Ridin in the back seat
So before you wanna get up in ma whip
You gotta suck meat

she got me leanin to the right
She got me leanin to the left
I dun sipped so much syrup
Mane I think I need some help
You get three fuckin hoes
And a 2 liter of playa
Then you betta go get you a freaky lil girl
You ask her, do she smoke weed
And tha bitch holla yeah
She pulled out some cigars
And some weed wit purple hiar
Then ma kinfo call
Say that he had purple drank
Then I turned that fuckin corner
Headin to that purple drank

I keep purple stuff all in ma cup
84's when I'm rollin up
(i got them TV screen foldin down)
Purple stuff all in ma cup
84's when I'm rollin up
(gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side)

I got them 28's on tha chevy sittin so high
Them plastic cups in tha cup holda gettin dry
And before I see tha bottom ima holla at LL
'cause that means I needa a are E F I L L
On tha bottom ta top nothin but that dick
I got a thick bitch playin with ma dick
And she dun got hit and she curious
She lookin at ma dolla wantin ta take a hit
You know I'm passin it
Long as she actin right
If she get done though
Ima smack tha daylight
Clean her out tha hole
Kick her out tha door
Call up get high and cris
Go en get some mo

I keep purple stuff all in ma cup
84's when I'm rollin up
(i got them TV screen foldin down)
Purple stuff all in ma cup
84's when I'm rollin up
(gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side)

I keep purple stuff all in ma cup
84's when I'm rollin up
(i got them TV screen foldin down)
Purple stuff all in ma cup
84's when I'm rollin up
(gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side)
(gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side)
(gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side)
(gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side)
(gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side)
(gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side)
(gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side)
(gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side)
(gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side)
(gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side)

[Chorus]
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!!

[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!!

[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!!

[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!!

[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!!

[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!!

클럽음악종결
카리스마영구







Take Over Control (Radio Edit) (Feat. Eva Simons)

Afrojack







Lionheart (Original Mix)

Afrojack







Surrender (Original Mix) (Feat. MC Ambush)

Sidney Sam..






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