Da Summa
[lord infamous] intro
Uh- uhh, the three 6 mafia.
Loungin in the studio.
Finna give yall a little demonstration
Of how we kick it here in the m-town
Finna drop somethin like this......
[dj paul]
See in memphis, them playaz be kind of like laid back
In some clean ass rides, blunts in the sack, Im blowin the pack
Hittin the park about three, sometimes a little later
The last day of the week and they couldnt any greater
They leavin the park and hittin the south park strip. ride
The south gatin skatin ring later on that night
We in the lot bumpin our underground rap tapes
Paul and juicy part 2, and for another one, hey just couldnt wait
We back at the crib sweatin into the room
W-30s as (? ) in every scenes we use
Straight from the 4 track, two and simple cassette
Thats through a pimpstas mode.
Now its time to hit the stereos stores and collect
We at the club fridays and saturdays special request made
Me and juice man hit the tables, scooped the scarecrow off the stage
Bangin so bunk, there some fools always gotta start a fight
They usually made us close up early that night, in da summa. in da summa
(chorus)
Pimpin my grooves, we got to ride
Ridin through the door with my homies gettin smoked out. in da summa.(4x)
[koopsta knicca]
Drunk off red dog, as we bump through the mystic fog
Me, scarecrow, crunchy, skinny g, and all my bothaz call
Fly got his mind in the sky as we chiefin blunts
Black glocks thats in the ride fiendin for a homicide
Some tanqueray grab my yey mess with little (? )
Thats how we always did it since I was a troubled kid
But we dont stop cuz our heart is pumpin blood like thunder
No man up in the trauma, head is broken in da summa
[lord infamous]
Some of the scarecrow want the ceremony till the sun sets me ease
Until the night fall breeze
Rise up to the darkness, listen close to noises in the streets
Grab my uzi up indonesia, 6 fill need my breeze
Dont want me black khaki slacks and me black t-shirt
And my automatic gats in case I had to dig up a plot of dirt
Then hit paul up on his home
Tell him to bring his slow ass on
So we can hit the honey comb before the ganjas gone, da summa
(chorus 4x)
[juicy j]
Pass to little j, koop. then lets take a ride and shoot
To the high school, north side where the playaz rule
Im scopin all the freaks, with some weave and a sexy switch.
Can I get ya numba
[gangsta boo] I gotta man
[juicy j]
Well Im a holla trick
Ballin down violent time, one time on my mind
If they pull me over I be hopin they dont find the nine
Made enough from evergreen to holla at blac and cam
Chiefin on the blunts in the alley slangin balla, yeah
Couldnt forget my roadie big kurt, swally, and dion
Project pat and the (? ) shootin teflon
Just a few homies who I grew up in the hood with me
And the ones in orange blossom (? ) university. yeah
Its gettin late and Im ballin down elvis street
Blowin my horn tryin to get this girl attention in front of me
Cuz everyday Im out there tryin to get a freak number
Thats how the juice is....in da summa
(chorus 4x)
[dj paul] outro
Thats how we do it
So thats how it is
The three 6 mafia in the house for the 95
Straight from the m-town the juice, dj paul, lord infamous the scarecrow
The koopsta knicca, and crunchy black
We out
song performed by by Three 6 Mafia
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Da Summa
[lord infamous] intro
Uh- uhh, the three 6 mafia.
Loungin in the studio.
Finna give yall a little demonstration
Of how we kick it here in the m-town
Finna drop somethin like this......
[dj paul]
See in memphis, them playaz be kind of like laid back
In some clean ass rides, blunts in the sack, Im blowin the pack
Hittin the park about three, sometimes a little later
The last day of the week and they couldnt any greater
They leavin the park and hittin the south park strip. ride
The south gatin skatin ring later on that night
We in the lot bumpin our underground rap tapes
Paul and juicy part 2, and for another one, hey just couldnt wait
We back at the crib sweatin into the room
W-30s as (? ) in every scenes we use
Straight from the 4 track, two and simple cassette
Thats through a pimpstas mode.
Now its time to hit the stereos stores and collect
We at the club fridays and saturdays special request made
Me and juice man hit the tables, scooped the scarecrow off the stage
Bangin so bunk, there some fools always gotta start a fight
They usually made us close up early that night, in da summa. in da summa
(chorus)
Pimpin my grooves, we got to ride
Ridin through the door with my homies gettin smoked out. in da summa.(4x)
[koopsta knicca]
Drunk off red dog, as we bump through the mystic fog
Me, scarecrow, crunchy, skinny g, and all my bothaz call
Fly got his mind in the sky as we chiefin blunts
Black glocks thats in the ride fiendin for a homicide
Some tanqueray grab my yey mess with little (? )
Thats how we always did it since I was a troubled kid
But we dont stop cuz our heart is pumpin blood like thunder
No man up in the trauma, head is broken in da summa
[lord infamous]
Some of the scarecrow want the ceremony till the sun sets me ease
Until the night fall breeze
Rise up to the darkness, listen close to noises in the streets
Grab my uzi up indonesia, 6 fill need my breeze
Dont want me black khaki slacks and me black t-shirt
And my automatic gats in case I had to dig up a plot of dirt
Then hit paul up on his home
Tell him to bring his slow ass on
So we can hit the honey comb before the ganjas gone, da summa
(chorus 4x)
[juicy j]
Pass to little j, koop. then lets take a ride and shoot
To the high school, north side where the playaz rule
Im scopin all the freaks, with some weave and a sexy switch.
Can I get ya numba
[gangsta boo] I gotta man
[juicy j]
Well Im a holla trick
Ballin down violent time, one time on my mind
If they pull me over I be hopin they dont find the nine
Made enough from evergreen to holla at blac and cam
Chiefin on the blunts in the alley slangin balla, yeah
Couldnt forget my roadie big kurt, swally, and dion
Project pat and the (? ) shootin teflon
Just a few homies who I grew up in the hood with me
And the ones in orange blossom (? ) university. yeah
Its gettin late and Im ballin down elvis street
Blowin my horn tryin to get this girl attention in front of me
Cuz everyday Im out there tryin to get a freak number
Thats how the juice is....in da summa
(chorus 4x)
[dj paul] outro
Thats how we do it
So thats how it is
The three 6 mafia in the house for the 95
Straight from the m-town the juice, dj paul, lord infamous the scarecrow
The koopsta knicca, and crunchy black
We out
song performed by by Three 6 Mafia
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Tear Da Club Up 97
Intro: three six mafia (repeat 7x)
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
[dj paul]
This for all you playa haters who be talkin that...(ha ha)
The three six show no love, put some hurt on a trick
Im bustin through the crowd, wild, with my hand on a cannon
Be like quick to put two up in ya like who mana standin
I be the last man, blast man
If you think you fast man, headlines
Three left em up in a cast man
When I look into your eyes I see a coward
Face to face I hit ya
Three six mafiad rather die than
[lord infamous]
Lord, hittin, here comes the two to the three and four
Three six mafia I want ya to wreck it all over the club floor
Blowin and throwin your sets in the air
Ya bumpin them tables and chests everywhere
Trampled over by the macs and the playas
You standin there actin like you wonder where
It aint said we the hardest,
And you cant rock it like three six mafia can
All up in a trance in the prophecy van
We gonna tear the club up, get it bucked till it dont eelin me
(.....? ? .....)
Chorus: three six mafia (repeat 8x)
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
[juicy j]
We tearin the club up, gettin buck
Haters try to call it rough
They better call security, bring them straight jackets and handcuffs
Aint takin it, aint takin it
The clutches I be breakin it
And rippin off the bosses and tossin them to the floor, bricks
Going through the window, got that thing at your temple
When they bust, keep it trust, and we aint talkin bout bustin pimples
Haters cant get with the mafia click, them fools aint buck enough
We gonna get the dynamite trick, and blow the club up
[gangsta boo]
Crazy lady comin at you, you cant fade me trick
I bet you bet you bottom dollar make you holla
When my soldiers get ya, I dont like that violence stuff
But I believe in gettin buck
If you with me, let me see you tear da, tear da club up
Mafia, mafi-mafia, wont stop with it though
Hypnotizing minds, we got you blind and you cant hear me though
Come and get it while you can trick, before its all gone
Goin once, goin twice, oh my God it just went gone
[crunchy black]
Oh, oh, oh, get buck, get wild
Lets tear this house right down
Lets tear da club up thugs
Lets do that stuff right now
No disrespect to the clubs, dont want none of that
But you got the three six mafia up in your house and
And we came to break the law, tear da club up
Ashes to ashes no dust to dust
And you cant trust three six mafia when we tearin that club up
Chorus: three six mafia (repeat 2x)
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
[koopsta knicca]
Hypnotize I dont think they high enough
See I thought I told you to get buck and tear da club up
Do it like a lunatic since you down with the prophet click
Now can I blaze it kick it tell me can I kick it man
Since uh, (? ? ) days gone, get hypnotized
Lets start a riot in the club, lets get wild tonight
One little, two little, three triple six members
Four little, five little, six triple six members
Chorus: three six mafia (repeat to fade)
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
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Late Nite Tip
(lord infamous)
Let me just take you somewhere secret
Gonna cut out of the lights down dim, forget all
About your world
We gonna just flow wit what we feel lets share a
Few private thoughts, Im not just
Out for your sex, let me simp-lify
The things in life that
You find complex, forget what
You heard bout me cause your a
Scarecrow groupie but theres no
Pressure on you cause you know
What you must do
Check this out
Lets have a drink
And I give
You time to think
Let me puff
This buddah blunt and cut on
This porno bunk here come lounge
Here by my side tonight your
My devils bride and theres a
Freek deep inside have no shame
No need to hide why do you
Keep on blushing get it all
Like thugsta she she must be
Kinda tipsy on this crystal like a gypsy now I got
Her on all fours, bout to break
Down the headboard crash this broad
On through the wall now she howlin like a dog swept poor
We hit the floor and dont quit
Another one ripped
Its just another victim of lord infamous late nite tip
Chorus x2
Im not the type that get involved in long relationships (why)
Takin trips and buyin gifts
Im sorry im not on that tip (what)
If you want romance
You should just stick who you already with (ok)
If you in that mood you can just hit me on that late nite tip (ooh)
(dj paul)
I done seen
Some funny shh since I got in this game
They wants my crib they wants my kisses, all I done gots my fame
I never recall you askin your last boyfriend for nathin
But now they be purple on gold
Got ya aggrivatin
(I need a coach bag)
I cant be even doin it
(I need my hair done)
Me too, I aint got nothin to do with it
Ive been through with it
You and the since the first time you ask and might I add
Playas like me cant be savin your ass
(gangsta boo)
I aint with that nonsense
Or that lovey dovey mess
Feelin kind of huh
I call and all I want is sex
Slip on victoria secrets hit the liqour store before it close
Call chris so I cant get somethin white to go get up my
Now Im feelin fine
Nothin but sex is on my mind
If you cannot please me boy
Then please dont waste all of my time
Got you caught up in the mist
Mystic girl from triple
Late nite tip is all we have
Its payin so trick thats it
Chorus x2
(juicy j)
I cant understand why these boss be trippin
Cant stand the heat get out of the kitchen
Ballin in my lexus dropped low to the ground
Just a young playa tryin put my bid in
Freeks wanna trick that be constantly payin
Not a ghetto thug that be constantly layin
Rainbow inn or da summer motel
Oh well thats where the juice man stayin
Gotta have a lady that wanna do what I do
Likes skippinwork or love cuttin high school
Servin all the playas in the three 6 mafia
Camcorder on skinny dippin in the swimmin pool
Never try to argue
Bother you or fight
Kill a pack of jimmy hand strapped pen real tight
Fillin alazey all tall and a budlight
Just for your freeks on a moon lite late nite
(koopsta knicca)
Tell me three 6 whose that bumpin that music
Hypnotizin koop
I tell you who
Im bout to lose it
Could it be that late night crew tight
Just inside the party
Always kind of lonely
Someone want me, hold me, I say
Come here come near come hear
The koopsta cryin tears
I cant think positive
When no one cares of how I feel
Relax my mind so tired that I even try to find
I cannot lie though I can ride high late night
Chorus...till fade
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Late Nite Tip
(lord infamous)
Let me just take you somewhere secret
Gonna cut out of the lights down dim, forget all
About your world
We gonna just flow wit what we feel lets share a
Few private thoughts, Im not just
Out for your sex, let me simp-lify
The things in life that
You find complex, forget what
You heard bout me cause your a
Scarecrow groupie but theres no
Pressure on you cause you know
What you must do
Check this out
Lets have a drink
And I give
You time to think
Let me puff
This buddah blunt and cut on
This porno bunk here come lounge
Here by my side tonight your
My devils bride and theres a
Freek deep inside have no shame
No need to hide why do you
Keep on blushing get it all
Like thugsta she she must be
Kinda tipsy on this crystal like a gypsy now I got
Her on all fours, bout to break
Down the headboard crash this broad
On through the wall now she howlin like a dog swept poor
We hit the floor and dont quit
Another one ripped
Its just another victim of lord infamous late nite tip
Chorus x2
Im not the type that get involved in long relationships (why)
Takin trips and buyin gifts
Im sorry im not on that tip (what)
If you want romance
You should just stick who you already with (ok)
If you in that mood you can just hit me on that late nite tip (ooh)
(dj paul)
I done seen
Some funny shh since I got in this game
They wants my crib they wants my kisses, all I done gots my fame
I never recall you askin your last boyfriend for nathin
But now they be purple on gold
Got ya aggrivatin
(I need a coach bag)
I cant be even doin it
(I need my hair done)
Me too, I aint got nothin to do with it
Ive been through with it
You and the since the first time you ask and might I add
Playas like me cant be savin your ass
(gangsta boo)
I aint with that nonsense
Or that lovey dovey mess
Feelin kind of huh
I call and all I want is sex
Slip on victoria secrets hit the liqour store before it close
Call chris so I cant get somethin white to go get up my
Now Im feelin fine
Nothin but sex is on my mind
If you cannot please me boy
Then please dont waste all of my time
Got you caught up in the mist
Mystic girl from triple
Late nite tip is all we have
Its payin so trick thats it
Chorus x2
(juicy j)
I cant understand why these boss be trippin
Cant stand the heat get out of the kitchen
Ballin in my lexus dropped low to the ground
Just a young playa tryin put my bid in
Freeks wanna trick that be constantly payin
Not a ghetto thug that be constantly layin
Rainbow inn or da summer motel
Oh well thats where the juice man stayin
Gotta have a lady that wanna do what I do
Likes skippinwork or love cuttin high school
Servin all the playas in the three 6 mafia
Camcorder on skinny dippin in the swimmin pool
Never try to argue
Bother you or fight
Kill a pack of jimmy hand strapped pen real tight
Fillin alazey all tall and a budlight
Just for your freeks on a moon lite late nite
(koopsta knicca)
Tell me three 6 whose that bumpin that music
Hypnotizin koop
I tell you who
Im bout to lose it
Could it be that late night crew tight
Just inside the party
Always kind of lonely
Someone want me, hold me, I say
Come here come near come hear
The koopsta cryin tears
I cant think positive
When no one cares of how I feel
Relax my mind so tired that I even try to find
I cannot lie though I can ride high late night
Chorus...till fade
song performed by by Three 6 Mafia
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Ridin' Spinners
[DJ Paul]
This for all my players out there ridin'... spinners
I don't care where you at, the club parking lot
The express way, whatever
What I want you to do right now is just STOP
And let em' keep spinnin' man
[Hook 2X]
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners
They don't stop
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners
They don't stop
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners
They don't stop
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners
I'm rolin'
[DJ Paul]
Pedal to the metal then STOP, [Brakes]
Take another sip from the syrup then STOP [Brakes]
Let my seat back, drop the top then STOP [Brakes]
See me something sexy, spot that ass I gotta STOP [Brakes]
My rims so shiny they clear like flat-screen plasma
Gals break when they see em' it's hard to breathe like they got asthma
Older people trippin' cause they think they seein' thangs
My car sittin' still but my rims still rolin' man, they off the chain
[Juicy J]
Everybody let ya spinwheels spin like a spinmill
Juicy J on certain pills, cruisin' down to Knoxville
See them thangs shinin' sparkin' like a diamond
Bumpin' the Alpi-ne, why you's a lyin'
Eyes like a Chinese, I'm drinkin' on the Heiny
I'm ridin' on the strip, any party you can find me
You rollin' with the finest, the North Memphis highness
You ball till ya fall, till a player aged ninety
[Hook 2X]
[Lil' Flip]
I got twenty inch spinners on my drop [Brakes]
Nothin' but white and yellow rocks in my watch [Brakes]
I'm doin' one-fifty so I'm watchin' for the cops [Brakes]
Since I'm in the Lamborghini I ain't gon' stop [Brakes]
I'm packin' a glock believe it or not I'm ready to bust
And down here we drink purple (And we drink that Tuss)
So grab a cup Juice so I can pour ir up
And if you represent yo hood, go on throw it up
It's the L-I-L F-L-I-P
If I ain't smokin' trees, I'm pokin' freaks
So throw the row of keys and let me roll
Cause this the way we ball, I'm just lettin' you know
We like our music slow but our cars go faster
I'm in the V-12 with my cousin Big Shasta
I'm Lil' Flipper and I'm a top ten seller
Everybody slowin' down cause my drop is yellow
[Hook 2X]
[Lord Infamous]
I saw my dog with the center circles so I [Brakes]
They spinnin' like a saw so don't touch em' when I [Brakes]
I saw a shanky broad that owe me money so I [Brakes]
See me choke the hell up out my broad when I [Brakes]
When ya stand by the blades you can feel a slight breeze
Stop by House of Dubs just to keep em' on clean
Fell up in the Peabody, the most expensive suite
Them thangs still spinnin' when I filled out the receipt
[Crunchy Black]
I used to be clean in my Expedition
A girl see me and she'll be wishin'
That I'd stop and spit some pimpin'
It's mackin' in me baby, I just thought I would mention
She got hot like in the kitchen
You see my kin folks, cars, and glisten
Ain't nothin' like Sprewells cause they spinnin'
It's CB baby I'm just in it to win it
[Hook 2X]
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Live By Yo Rep
-this is ??? shalonda, bone magazine, here interviewing...
-three 6 mafia
-from memphis, who has a unique quality of rap style, what would you do if
Someone tried to duplicate your ideas?
[lord infamous]
Lord infamous takin 1000 of razor blades
And i be pressin them into the flesh
Takin my pitchfork up out of the fire
And soakin it down in their chest
Through the ribs, spines, charcoalin the muscle tissue
And sendin what's left in the mail to mammy
Cause i think she just might miss you
But first, i want to slowly pull off all your skin
Get grease and boil it hot pour it on you and your dead friends
I probably outta be not be so horribly slaughtering the body
I am so naughty because i am moderately in to photography
Following through the autopsy
No love for them bustas so just pour some acid all over them, too
That's what i would do, skinny pimp what would you do?
[skinny pimp]
Just look into the eyes of the mask
Slangin the ak to knock out my enemies
Fear of the razor, da blast, he done passed
I'm leavin no trace of the evidence
Bodies sit in box chopped up in pieces
His soul done rose, i placed them tubes up under my mattress
My conscience is black and it's strange
Cause i murdered a victim, the devil just rushin my time
With this 9 in my hand causin death when you sleep
In the casket i leave you no killas in mind
Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese, make a stupid move
Then ya bleed
Bustin 17, please don't scream, don't run
Either long range street sweep
Never ever run from the buckshots, bust em at ya back
When i'm full of yak, ain't no clue
In 2 deep, you sneak, we creep, juiceman, what would you do?
[juicy j]
First the juice look in the white pages for this trick
Mafia-style fool cause you don't know who ya messin with
Caught him slippin in his home, minimum breathin on the phone
Warnin sign to let you know i'm comin so you better be gone
Wether ya run i be stoppin ya, with the 2 9s i be poppin ya
Witness a killa from north memphis of the three 6 mafia
2 killas at yo front door, 3 killas at yo back door
His broad peeked through the curtains
And saw them gats pointed at the window
Nothin but destruction after we touched em
Man i thought you knew
That's what i would do, gangsta boo what would you do?
[gangsta boo]
Think about a master plan on how to buck them bustas dead
Gangsta boo this pimin playa comin with the livin dead
Yes i'm so so crazy
So so wild i be like puttin blood on you trick
Torture your body with nothin but fire
Then i calmly shoot you quick
Blast you in yo head make sure you dead
Cause i don't want you to live
My words of wisdom:
The weaker the victim the bigger the thrill is
The three 6 mafia do not feel sorry and that's how the story goes
We full of them leaves so we proceed to take all of your soul
It's not a problem when i be buckin them suckas
I do it smooth
That's what this lady boo would do, now paul what would you do?
[d.j. paul]
First i hit up crunchy, and i get full of that holy smoke
The devil's already up in a killa
So i feel i have not to go too far to loc
This time you crossed the wrong click
Beware your murder's all on my mind
Plus satan's inside
Movin my hand a little closer to this plastic 9
Burnin from the angle, my glock knows more
Every blink of the eye
But before it's all gone, bone, quickly i'm stickin them ?loogers?
To watch you die
Dropped ya to your knees, now it's time for you to bless
Man, i be dj paul, da killaman, with a fist full of fire
Punch a hole straight through yo chest
So bustas hear me close, you stole some styles and dis that's cool
But steppin up to the bloody glock 9 millimeter
Three 6 dang fools, ain't fools the best, what would you do?
Chorus (4x): bone,live by yo rep cause we know you bound to slip
When we blast with that mask we gon empty this clip
[lord infamous]
See we can't tolerate no sissy that is layzie
Broke out the blender and i made some krayzie gravy
It's eazy, and when it was time to get bizzy
Don't break, you can wish, but you can't escape
Because we crave dead flesh
Three 6 tricks, easily you can be next
-yeah, the three 6 mafia, straight outta memphis, breakin these bones like it
Ain't sh*t, for the 9 nickel, triyaaaaaack!
song performed by by Three 6 Mafia
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Live By Yo Rep
-this is ??? shalonda, bone magazine, here interviewing...
-three 6 mafia
-from memphis, who has a unique quality of rap style, what would you do if
Someone tried to duplicate your ideas?
[lord infamous]
Lord infamous takin 1000 of razor blades
And i be pressin them into the flesh
Takin my pitchfork up out of the fire
And soakin it down in their chest
Through the ribs, spines, charcoalin the muscle tissue
And sendin what's left in the mail to mammy
Cause i think she just might miss you
But first, i want to slowly pull off all your skin
Get grease and boil it hot pour it on you and your dead friends
I probably outta be not be so horribly slaughtering the body
I am so naughty because i am moderately in to photography
Following through the autopsy
No love for them bustas so just pour some acid all over them, too
That's what i would do, skinny pimp what would you do?
[skinny pimp]
Just look into the eyes of the mask
Slangin the ak to knock out my enemies
Fear of the razor, da blast, he done passed
I'm leavin no trace of the evidence
Bodies sit in box chopped up in pieces
His soul done rose, i placed them tubes up under my mattress
My conscience is black and it's strange
Cause i murdered a victim, the devil just rushin my time
With this 9 in my hand causin death when you sleep
In the casket i leave you no killas in mind
Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese, make a stupid move
Then ya bleed
Bustin 17, please don't scream, don't run
Either long range street sweep
Never ever run from the buckshots, bust em at ya back
When i'm full of yak, ain't no clue
In 2 deep, you sneak, we creep, juiceman, what would you do?
[juicy j]
First the juice look in the white pages for this trick
Mafia-style fool cause you don't know who ya messin with
Caught him slippin in his home, minimum breathin on the phone
Warnin sign to let you know i'm comin so you better be gone
Wether ya run i be stoppin ya, with the 2 9s i be poppin ya
Witness a killa from north memphis of the three 6 mafia
2 killas at yo front door, 3 killas at yo back door
His broad peeked through the curtains
And saw them gats pointed at the window
Nothin but destruction after we touched em
Man i thought you knew
That's what i would do, gangsta boo what would you do?
[gangsta boo]
Think about a master plan on how to buck them bustas dead
Gangsta boo this pimin playa comin with the livin dead
Yes i'm so so crazy
So so wild i be like puttin blood on you trick
Torture your body with nothin but fire
Then i calmly shoot you quick
Blast you in yo head make sure you dead
Cause i don't want you to live
My words of wisdom:
The weaker the victim the bigger the thrill is
The three 6 mafia do not feel sorry and that's how the story goes
We full of them leaves so we proceed to take all of your soul
It's not a problem when i be buckin them suckas
I do it smooth
That's what this lady boo would do, now paul what would you do?
[d.j. paul]
First i hit up crunchy, and i get full of that holy smoke
The devil's already up in a killa
So i feel i have not to go too far to loc
This time you crossed the wrong click
Beware your murder's all on my mind
Plus satan's inside
Movin my hand a little closer to this plastic 9
Burnin from the angle, my glock knows more
Every blink of the eye
But before it's all gone, bone, quickly i'm stickin them ?loogers?
To watch you die
Dropped ya to your knees, now it's time for you to bless
Man, i be dj paul, da killaman, with a fist full of fire
Punch a hole straight through yo chest
So bustas hear me close, you stole some styles and dis that's cool
But steppin up to the bloody glock 9 millimeter
Three 6 dang fools, ain't fools the best, what would you do?
Chorus (4x): bone,live by yo rep cause we know you bound to slip
When we blast with that mask we gon empty this clip
[lord infamous]
See we can't tolerate no sissy that is layzie
Broke out the blender and i made some krayzie gravy
It's eazy, and when it was time to get bizzy
Don't break, you can wish, but you can't escape
Because we crave dead flesh
Three 6 tricks, easily you can be next
-yeah, the three 6 mafia, straight outta memphis, breakin these bones like it
Ain't sh*t, for the 9 nickel, triyaaaaaack!
song performed by by Three 6 Mafia
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Ghetto Chick
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I love a ghetto ass chick, break down rings for me
If I would let her shoot, she'll count up this cheese for me
It's going down like I knew it would
We gon' keep on makin money cause this honey is good
[Juicy J]
I need a down ass chick, thatll roll wit the clique
For the dope sale, bank robbin, cock it back and buck up on a bitch
Kidnap vamp, leave a busters body, in a ditch
Take the charge for you, always drinking liquor
Stayin lit, when we in the bed, baby girl can ride
Like a champ, give a playa head, lickin on my thang
Like a stamp, if I had that I wouldnt trade anything
For her she my main girl, main dog, thats my name, Paul
[DJ Paul]
Now I can't say that I love her, but I got some love for her
She showed me, she was bout a haul before I really knowed her
I schooled her bout them glocks, I schooled her bout them rocks
I told her how to hold a spot when I was off the block
She kept it hot, as soon as I stepped in the house she had my money spot
Plus a dro blunt rolled up with a syrup lollipop
The hood tried to holler everyday but it ain't nothin
She down with the King but I still love a ghetto ass chick
[Chorus]
[Crunchy Black]
This one here for the old lady but not dissin this time
This for when you took the charge when I commited the crime
I was out there super high playin mister crash dummy
You put up all my money, didn't take nothing from me
Always found your boy a lawyer when I caught me a case
Paid all my fines and kept up with my court dates
And even though I gave you hell with all these other lil broads
You always came and made my bail when I broke the law
The only one thats reliable the one thats dependable
Keep you by my side these other fools is suspendable
I ain't forgot when I was out there hurt for some cash
You never mind takin your last, on out the stash
Always tried to give me the last up out your purse
Always tried to get my ass to go on and go to church
I couldnt pay you back even if I had to
Hard on these fools but I'll never be to hard on you
[Chorus - 2X]
song performed by by Three 6 Mafia
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Ghetto Chick
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I love a ghetto ass chick, break down rings for me
If I would let her shoot, she'll count up this cheese for me
It's going down like I knew it would
We gon' keep on makin money cause this honey is good
[Juicy J]
I need a down ass chick, thatll roll wit the clique
For the dope sale, bank robbin, cock it back and buck up on a bitch
Kidnap vamp, leave a busters body, in a ditch
Take the charge for you, always drinking liquor
Stayin lit, when we in the bed, baby girl can ride
Like a champ, give a playa head, lickin on my thang
Like a stamp, if I had that I wouldnt trade anything
For her she my main girl, main dog, thats my name, Paul
[DJ Paul]
Now I can't say that I love her, but I got some love for her
She showed me, she was bout a haul before I really knowed her
I schooled her bout them glocks, I schooled her bout them rocks
I told her how to hold a spot when I was off the block
She kept it hot, as soon as I stepped in the house she had my money spot
Plus a dro blunt rolled up with a syrup lollipop
The hood tried to holler everyday but it ain't nothin
She down with the King but I still love a ghetto ass chick
[Chorus]
[Crunchy Black]
This one here for the old lady but not dissin this time
This for when you took the charge when I commited the crime
I was out there super high playin mister crash dummy
You put up all my money, didn't take nothing from me
Always found your boy a lawyer when I caught me a case
Paid all my fines and kept up with my court dates
And even though I gave you hell with all these other lil broads
You always came and made my bail when I broke the law
The only one thats reliable the one thats dependable
Keep you by my side these other fools is suspendable
I ain't forgot when I was out there hurt for some cash
You never mind takin your last, on out the stash
Always tried to give me the last up out your purse
Always tried to get my ass to go on and go to church
I couldnt pay you back even if I had to
Hard on these fools but I'll never be to hard on you
[Chorus - 2X]
song performed by by Three 6 Mafia
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Wonabees
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Wonabee wonabee
Everybody wonabee
Like a young G
Gold teeth, drinkin' Hennessy
Slang a ounce, to a bird
In the street, like the curb
Candy paint, twenty chrome
Chiefin' on green herb
[2x]
[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]
I got this clout NOW!
Back in the day, I wasn't here NOW!
Since I been droppin' these verses
I'm out the head
Just like the babies wanna think I'll come home
I'm from the South bloaw,
I got Hypnotize gear on my body, throw on the set
Real quick, y'all squeezin' them triggers we bout to pop (pop)
Any fly lil' mama's boy, who movin' up on the block
Think you the stuff, you think you rough, boy quit playin'
Gangsta Boo know where she stay
Between the nozzle you layin'
[Verse 2: Crunchy Blac]
You tryna wear my shoes
You tryna wear my clothes
You tryna be like me,
I'm tryna be like you bro,
What I'm really tryna say
You got to keep it all real
You can't be takin' no deal
You gotta get you a meal
See it's hard out here,
Peeps'll end ya career
See it's hard out here
People put you in a wheelchair
I'm tryna give you a meal
I'm tryna keep it all real
See you be fakin' a deal
So I'ma let ya see how it feel
[Chorus (2x)]
[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]
Thinkin' ya ballin' this bangin'
Ya cold and ya hungry in ya sleep,
You wish that was your life
So y'all been yappin' for a chiefy
Ya greedy and fiendin' to be a happy ?sa-super chi?
But you don't think it because there's plenty
of dues to be paid, up in this industry,
Wan
song performed by by Three 6 Mafia
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U-way
[chorus]2x
So how we do it when we do it shawty, u-waayyy
That billy dee got me slizzard like, u-waayyy
We hit the club, make dem folks scream, u-waayyy
It's attic crew, let me hear you holla u-waayyy
[sean paul]
Youngbloodz, back on mo' time
Wanna get yo billy dee, ya know i got mine
Gettin the club crunk, damn near drunk
Roll wit 45, 12 peeves in my trunk
Give ya what ya want shawty, got what ya need
First some billy dee, second drank hennessee
Center of attention, all eyes are on me
Oh, that's sean paul a.k.a. sean grease
Oh, nevermind him 'cause he always on that soft
And roll wit a group of felons that'll rip you off
He slum as hell, seven golds in his mouth
He slizzard as hell, always hollin 'bout the south
And every week at the club he always get kicked out
I really think they hatin, tell me what is this about
But everything good, 'cause we gon' keep it crunk
And colt 45 gon' forever get drunk
[chorus]2x
[j-bo]
Okay, one mo' time, ya'll folk know how we do it
Get in the club, make the crowd go u-way
It aint no thang shawty, get right to it
And see i'm gone on that get right fluid
[sean paul]
I say, ohh lord, liquor and draw
Cadillacs and vogues against whitewalls
Ohh lord, look at these broads
Wanna holla 'cause i ride vogues and whitewalls
[chorus]2x
[j-bo]
From the jump, we gon' keep this thang crunk, yes indeed
Youngbloodz, attic crew, (u-waayyy) is what it be
See we guaranteed to shakem' off and throw 'em off
Now get it, get it shawty, what's up, now get 'em off
As we take you off and break you off one mo' gen
That's how we do it when we do it partna, in the wind
Wit 50 mo' attic fools shawty, steppin in
We to the ground wit this thang partna, 'til the end
Off in the club gettin slizzard shawty is what we do
Just like you cut dat bougie ho, yeah i done cut her too
Forever who from what we do, so we's against da grain
I am i, he is he and together we gon' regain and entertain
So get on up and just bounce
Wit the hump-ta-hump off in the trunk, so just bounce
Now come on and jump on befo' you get left
This aint nothin you wanna miss, so now it's on to the next
[chorus]6x
song performed by by Youngbloodz
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U-Way (How We Do It)
[Chorus]2x
So how we do it when we do it shawty, U-WAAYYY
That Billy Dee got me slizzard like, U-WAAYYY
We hit the club, make dem folks scream, U-WAAYYY
It's Attic Crew, let me hear you holla U-WAAYYY
[Sean Paul]
Youngbloodz, back on mo' time
Wanna get yo Billy Dee, ya know I got mine
Gettin the club crunk, damn near drunk
Roll wit 45, 12 Peeves in my trunk
Give ya what ya want shawty, got what ya need
First some Billy Dee, second drank Hennessee
Center of attention, all eyes are on me
Oh, that's Sean Paul a.k.a. Sean Grease
Oh, nevermind him 'cause he always on that soft
And roll wit a group of felons that'll rip you off
He slum as hell, seven golds in his mouth
He slizzard as hell, always hollin 'bout the south
And every week at the club he always get kicked out
I really think they hatin, tell me what is this about
But everything good, 'cause we gon' keep it crunk
And Colt 45 gon' forever get drunk
[Chorus]2x
[J-Bo]
Okay, one mo' time, ya'll folk know how we do it
Get in the club, make the crowd go U-Way
It aint no thang shawty, get right to it
And see I'm gone on that get right fluid
[Sean Paul]
I say, ohh lord, liquor and draw
Cadillacs and Vogues against whitewalls
Ohh lord, look at these broads
Wanna holla 'cause I ride Vogues and whitewalls
[Chorus]2x
[J-Bo]
From the jump, we gon' keep this thang crunk, yes indeed
Youngbloodz, Attic Crew, (U-WAAYYY) is what it be
See we guaranteed to shakem' off and throw 'em off
Now get it, get it shawty, what's up, now get 'em off
As we take you off and break you off one mo' gen
That's how we do it when we do it partna, in the wind
Wit 50 mo' Attic Fools shawty, steppin in
We to the ground wit this thang partna, 'til the end
Off in the club gettin slizzard shawty is what we do
Just like you cut dat bougie ho, yeah I done cut her too
Forever who from what we do, so we's against da grain
I am I, he is he and together we gon' regain and entertain
So get on up and just bounce
Wit the hump-ta-hump off in the trunk, so just bounce
Now come on and jump on befo' you get left
This aint nothin you wanna miss, so now it's on to the next
[Chorus]6x
song performed by by Youngbloodz
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U-way
[chorus]2x
So how we do it when we do it shawty, u-waayyy
That billy dee got me slizzard like, u-waayyy
We hit the club, make dem folks scream, u-waayyy
It's attic crew, let me hear you holla u-waayyy
[sean paul]
Youngbloodz, back on mo' time
Wanna get yo billy dee, ya know i got mine
Gettin the club crunk, damn near drunk
Roll wit 45, 12 peeves in my trunk
Give ya what ya want shawty, got what ya need
First some billy dee, second drank hennessee
Center of attention, all eyes are on me
Oh, that's sean paul a.k.a. sean grease
Oh, nevermind him 'cause he always on that soft
And roll wit a group of felons that'll rip you off
He slum as hell, seven golds in his mouth
He slizzard as hell, always hollin 'bout the south
And every week at the club he always get kicked out
I really think they hatin, tell me what is this about
But everything good, 'cause we gon' keep it crunk
And colt 45 gon' forever get drunk
[chorus]2x
[j-bo]
Okay, one mo' time, ya'll folk know how we do it
Get in the club, make the crowd go u-way
It aint no thang shawty, get right to it
And see i'm gone on that get right fluid
[sean paul]
I say, ohh lord, liquor and draw
Cadillacs and vogues against whitewalls
Ohh lord, look at these broads
Wanna holla 'cause i ride vogues and whitewalls
[chorus]2x
[j-bo]
From the jump, we gon' keep this thang crunk, yes indeed
Youngbloodz, attic crew, (u-waayyy) is what it be
See we guaranteed to shakem' off and throw 'em off
Now get it, get it shawty, what's up, now get 'em off
As we take you off and break you off one mo' gen
That's how we do it when we do it partna, in the wind
Wit 50 mo' attic fools shawty, steppin in
We to the ground wit this thang partna, 'til the end
Off in the club gettin slizzard shawty is what we do
Just like you cut dat bougie ho, yeah i done cut her too
Forever who from what we do, so we's against da grain
I am i, he is he and together we gon' regain and entertain
So get on up and just bounce
Wit the hump-ta-hump off in the trunk, so just bounce
Now come on and jump on befo' you get left
This aint nothin you wanna miss, so now it's on to the next
[chorus]6x
song performed by by Youngbloodz
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U-Way (How We Do It)
[Chorus]2x
So how we do it when we do it shawty, U-WAAYYY
That Billy Dee got me slizzard like, U-WAAYYY
We hit the club, make dem folks scream, U-WAAYYY
It's Attic Crew, let me hear you holla U-WAAYYY
[Sean Paul]
Youngbloodz, back on mo' time
Wanna get yo Billy Dee, ya know I got mine
Gettin the club crunk, damn near drunk
Roll wit 45, 12 Peeves in my trunk
Give ya what ya want shawty, got what ya need
First some Billy Dee, second drank Hennessee
Center of attention, all eyes are on me
Oh, that's Sean Paul a.k.a. Sean Grease
Oh, nevermind him 'cause he always on that soft
And roll wit a group of felons that'll rip you off
He slum as hell, seven golds in his mouth
He slizzard as hell, always hollin 'bout the south
And every week at the club he always get kicked out
I really think they hatin, tell me what is this about
But everything good, 'cause we gon' keep it crunk
And Colt 45 gon' forever get drunk
[Chorus]2x
[J-Bo]
Okay, one mo' time, ya'll folk know how we do it
Get in the club, make the crowd go U-Way
It aint no thang shawty, get right to it
And see I'm gone on that get right fluid
[Sean Paul]
I say, ohh lord, liquor and draw
Cadillacs and Vogues against whitewalls
Ohh lord, look at these broads
Wanna holla 'cause I ride Vogues and whitewalls
[Chorus]2x
[J-Bo]
From the jump, we gon' keep this thang crunk, yes indeed
Youngbloodz, Attic Crew, (U-WAAYYY) is what it be
See we guaranteed to shakem' off and throw 'em off
Now get it, get it shawty, what's up, now get 'em off
As we take you off and break you off one mo' gen
That's how we do it when we do it partna, in the wind
Wit 50 mo' Attic Fools shawty, steppin in
We to the ground wit this thang partna, 'til the end
Off in the club gettin slizzard shawty is what we do
Just like you cut dat bougie ho, yeah I done cut her too
Forever who from what we do, so we's against da grain
I am I, he is he and together we gon' regain and entertain
So get on up and just bounce
Wit the hump-ta-hump off in the trunk, so just bounce
Now come on and jump on befo' you get left
This aint nothin you wanna miss, so now it's on to the next
[Chorus]6x
song performed by by Youngbloodz
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Back In Black
Back in black
I hit the sack
Ive been too long Im glad to be back [i bet you know im...]
Yes, Im let loose
From the noose
Thats kept me hanging about
Ive been looking at the sky
cause its gettin me high
Forget the hearse cause I never die
I got nine lives
Cats eyes
Abusin every one of them and running wild
Chorus:
cause Im back
Yes, Im back
Well, Im back
Yes, Im back
Well, Im back, back
(well) Im back in black
Yes, Im back in black
Back in the back
Of a cadillac
Number one with a bullet, Im a power pack
Yes, Im in a bang
With a gang
Theyve got to catch me if they want me to hang
Cause Im back on the track
And Im beatin the flack
Nobodys gonna get me on another rap
So look at me now
Im just makin my play
Dont try to push your luck, just get out of my way
Chorus
Well, Im back, yes Im back
Well, Im back, yes Im back
Well, Im back, back
Well Im back in black
Yes Im back in black
Hooo yeah
Ohh yeah
Yes I am
Oooh yeah, yeah oh yeah
Back in now
Well Im back, Im back
Back, Im back
Back, Im back
Back, Im back
Back, Im back
Back
Back in black
Yes Im back in black
Out of the sight
song performed by by AC-DC
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International Affair
International Affair
[Intro: Sean Paul]
Well in come di ting dem a call di ol' to di new
Dun know a say Sean-A-Paul a get it fi new
Mike Ranson and Debbie Nova pon di track
Dutty haffi bring it come back
A Dutty Yeah!
[Rakim sample] - "With the record that was mixed a long time ago"
[Sean Paul]
Don't worry baby I'm a naturalist
I got ya livin in Wonderland like ya name was Alice
And ova here we don't keep malice
We just keepin it live, we get our just ago bun gallis
Dey say ya girls can't understand it
Well I an I, Sean-A-Paul and well dey a nuh fret pon it
So tell ya sistren get pon it
A mek we roll inna di right part, pass di Cris, and bump di Chris Wallace
I got di crisp bills inna mi wallet
And yuh should know when mi floss ain't nobody a cyaan come stall it
Anyting ya want nuh fear fi call it
Sean-A-Paul, Mike Ranson we a dey pon di top alla it
[Chorus: Sean Paul]
All day, all night
Ready fi get di cook up hype an
Ya see we nah stray, we roll tight
Alla mi girls get ya hands up for mi hype
All night, all day
Dutty Rockin' it from Kingston J-A
Let's ride, all night
It's alright
[Debbie Nova (Sean Paul)]
(Girl)
You can take me there (yeah, mon)
Damn right, that's if I go anyweh (Girl I'll take you there)
Ohhh, we're off to San Jose (Oonu girl)
Then we'll see you and me back down to J-A (International Affair)
Oh baby
[Sean Paul]
She a take di Bible out the city girl
An we normal back it wit we it is a crazy and a tricky world
Forget ti bring it ya hippie girl
We gonna tug it inna di club, shake ya ass mek ya titties swirl
Di way ya heart a nuh go flop me nuh ga ease up
Woman fi make mi blood pressure, start to increase up
Cold shoulder wey you a give me, mek me freeze up
What's di hold up, what's di tease up
My girl, I just want di chance to make ya body please up
Too much dog wey ya hang with, dem all a fleas up
Now ya say ya waan fi come smoke all a mi trees up
All mi gangstas and all mi G's up
Yo, yo
[Chorus: Sean Paul]
All day, all night
Ready fi get di cook up hype an
Ya see we nah stray, we roll tight
Alla mi girls get ya hands up for mi hype
All night, all day
Dutty Rockin' it from Kingston J-A
Let's ride, all night
It's alright
[Debbie Nova (Sean Paul)]
(Girl)
You can take me there (that's right)
Damn right, that's if I go anyweh (Girl I'll take you there)
Ohhh, we're off to San Jose (Uh, yo, hey, yo)
Then we'll see you and me back down to J-A (International Affair)
Oh baby
[Sean Paul]
Yo, yo, yo
Sean-A-Paul, Debbie Nova
Bounce pon di track, it can't ever ova
Dutty a dem a kill, di lyrical exploda
Mike Ranson a help wit mi crossova
[Chorus: Sean Paul]
All day, all night
Dutty dem a kill it, Dutty Dutty dem a kill it
All night, all day
Dutty dem a kill it, Dutty Dutty dem a kill it
All day, all night
Dutty dem a kill it, so we do it all night
All night, all day
All day, all night
Ready fi get di cook up hype an
Ya see we nah stray, we roll tight
Alla mi girls get ya hands up for mi hype
All night, all day
Dutty Rockin' it from Kingston J-A
Let's ride, all night
It's alright
Girl!
song performed by by Sean Paul
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Rain On The Scarecrow
Scarecrow on a wooden cross blackbird in the barn
Four hundred empty acres that used to be my farm
I grew up like my daddy did my grandpa cleared this land
When I was five I walked the fence while grandpa held my hand
Chorus:
Rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow
This land fed a nation this land made me proud
And son Im just sorry theres no legacy for you now
Rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow
The crops we grew last summer werent enough to pay the loans
Couldnt buy the seed to plant this spring and the farmers bank foreclosed
Called my old friend schepman up to auction off the land
He said john its just my job and I hope you understand
Hey calling it your job ol hoss sure dont make it right
But if you want me to Ill say a prayer for your soul tonight
And grandmas on the front porch swing with a Bible in her hand
Sometimes I hear her singing take me to the promised land
When you take away a mans dignity he cant work his fields and cows
Therell be blood on the scarecrow blood on the plow
Blood on the scarecrow blood on the plow
Well theres ninety-seven crosses planted in the courthouse yard
Ninety-seven families who lost ninety-seven farms
I think about my grandpa and my neighbors and my name
And some nights I feel like dyin like that scarecrow in the rain
Chorus:
Rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow
This land fed a nation this land made me proud
And son Im just sorry theyre just memories for you now
Rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow
This land fed a nation this land made me so proud
And son Im just sorry theyre just memories for you now
Rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Back In Black (live 1981)
Back in black
I hit the sack
I've been too long I'm glad to be back [I bet you know I'm...]
Yes, I'm let loose
From the noose
That's kept me hanging about
I've been looking at the sky
'Cause it's gettin' me high
Forget the hearse 'cause I never die
I got nine lives
Cat's eyes
Abusin' every one of them and running wild
CHORUS:
'Cause I'm back
Yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back
Yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back, back
(Well) I'm back in black
Yes, I'm back in black
Back in the back
Of a Cadillac
Number one with a bullet, I'm a power pack
Yes, I'm in a bang
With a gang
They've got to catch me if they want me to hang
Cause I'm back on the track
And I'm beatin' the flack
Nobody's gonna get me on another rap
So look at me now
I'm just makin' my play
Don't try to push your luck, just get out of my way
CHORUS
Well, I'm back, Yes I'm back
Well, I'm back, Yes I'm back
Well, I'm back, back
Well I'm back in black
Yes I'm back in black
hooo yeah
Ohh yeah
Yes I am
Oooh yeah, yeah Oh yeah
Back in now
Well I'm back, I'm back
Back, I'm back
Back, I'm back
Back, I'm back
Back, I'm back
Back
Back in black
Yes I'm back in black
Out of the sight
song performed by by AC-DC
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Lets Take A Ride
Hop in the car and go with me
You dont have to pack everything
Dont you wanna feel the breeze?
And forget everything, baby
Hop in the car and go with me
You dont have to pack everything
Dont you wanna feel the breeze?
And forget everything baby
Got laid off at your job today
Youve been working at this place for years
And though you were underpaid
Mami that place isnt worth your tears
(oh, oh)
I know that life is hard on you
And you cant seem to find out why
Ill explain, just grab your coat, girl
And just join me on this ride
Lets take a ride, on the country side
Lets just get away
We can spend the night, till the morning light
Lets just get away...
Lets take a ride
Hop in the car and go with me
You dont have to pack everything
Dont you wanna feel the breeze?
And forget everything, baby
Hop in the car and go with me
You dont have to pack everything
Dont you wanna feel the breeze?
And forget everything baby
Got laid off at your job today
Youve been working at this place for years
And though you were underpaid
Mami that place isnt worth your tears
(oh, oh)
I know that life is hard on you
And you cant seem to find out why
Ill explain, just grab your coat, girl
And just join me on this ride
Lets take a ride, on the country side
Lets just get away
We can spend the night, till the morning light
Lets just get away
Girl youre the best
You could be
An angel among society
But you get crushed
>from what you see
You try to hard to help and thats enough for me
(woo..)
Try to change what you can
And accept all the things you cannot
(dont stress yourself baby)
I know you wanna fly away from the world
But for now with the time weve got
Lets take a ride, on the country side
Lets just get away
We can spend the night, till the morning light
Lets just get away
Lets take a ride, on the country side
Lets just get away
(lets just get away)
We can spend the night, till the morning light
Lets just get away
(lets just get away)
Maybe if you consider us just riding
That once you feel like a winner
No more crying
And baby I know just what you need
(I know)
To let your hair down so that you feel free, yea
(hair, yea yea yea)
It hurts me to watch you see it through
(it hurts me baby)
Girl youre so confused
(lets get away)
And I know what to do
Lets take a ride, on the country side
Lets just get away
(lets just get away)
(lets go, girl)
We can spend the night, till the morning light
(night)
Lets just get away
(lets just get away)
Lets take a ride
Hop in the car and go with me
You dont have to pack everything
Dont you wanna feel the breeze?
And forget everything, baby
(lets take a ride)
Hop in the car and go with me
You dont have to pack everything
Dont you wanna feel the breeze?
And forget everything, baby
Lets take a ride
Lets go girl
Lets go girl
Lets go girl
song performed by by Justin Timberlake
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Young 'n (Holla Back)
[Fabolous talking before first verse]
Brooklyn, uh uh uh uh
Huh Huh uh huh do it huh Yea
Uh Uh do it huh huh what ya'll want huh
[Verse 1]
Rollin, gold two seater
Stash in the dash
Hole through heaters
Blockahhhhh put holes through beaters
Ghetto Fab stroll through Cheetahs
Ballin, Brooklyn don
Addicted to Cris' hooked on Dom
15 G's hookers on
Ma, I wanna see how you look in thongs
Hustlin, guys that send Po's
Cause I chop rocks the size of mentos
Blame me, trials aquit those
Look at the hurt your eyes will squit close
Pimpin' here's a new way to flirt
Listen to the two way alert
It goes (2 way beeps in song's beat)
Lets go VIP boo raise your skirt
[Chorus 1]
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
[Verse 2]
I'm Gangsta
Ya'll just wannabe's
Federal Agents on their P's
30 grand 28 on the keys
Gotta good lawyer I'm gonna squeeze
Thuggin' jeans and Tim's
Fitted to the front lean the brim
Ride but never on teenage rims
And I keep a chick's face between limbs
Stylin ya'll heard about my kick game
I'm on the parkway see me at the Knick game
Probably seen this tatted on your chick frame
F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
Ridin Ya'll know as well I do
That's the way you can tell I flew
So I got a deal I sell pies too
Cause before I hit the pens I'm gettin bailed by Clue
[Chorus 2]
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
[Verse 3]
Cruisin top on the Mercedes low
Turn us up when you hear this on the radio
Blastin with the nineteen eighty flow
Make the necks on the ladies go (wooo wooop)
Holla that's what a pretty thug will do
Hit Branson get a fifty jug or two
Ya'll throwin on them gritty mugs for who
Like ya'll don't know what fifty slugs will do
Hatin I just bought the uz'
I put ya'll in the front page articles
I got em lookin at the billboard charts confused
And I still freestyle to start the Clue's
Reppin I'm that kid about the doe
I done copped coke and started droughts before
Shit Platinum out the door
Now I drop the top down just to shout to hoes
[Chorus 3]
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back back back back...(Hoooo Hoooo! until music fades)
song performed by by Fabolous
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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