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[lord infamous] intro |
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Uh- uhh, the three 6 mafia. |
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Loungin' in the studio. |
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Finna' give y'all a little demonstration |
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Of how we kick it here in the m-town |
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Finna' drop somethin' like this...... |
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[dj paul] |
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See in memphis, them playaz be kind of like laid back |
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In some clean ass rides, blunts in the sack, i'm blowin' the pack |
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Hittin' the park about three, sometimes a little later |
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The last day of the week and they couldn't any greater |
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They leavin' the park and hittin' the south park strip. ride |
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The south gatin' skatin' ring later on that night |
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We in the lot bumpin' our underground rap tapes |
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Paul and juicy part 2, and for another one, hey just couldn't wait |
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We back at the crib sweatin' into the room |
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W-30's as (?) in every scenes we use |
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Straight from the 4 track, two and simple cassette |
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That's through a pimpsta's mode. |
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Now it's time to hit the stereos stores and collect |
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We at the club friday's and saturday's special request made |
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Me and juice man hit the tables, scooped the scarecrow off the stage |
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Bangin' so bunk, there some fools always gotta start a fight |
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They usually made us close up early that night, in da summa. in da summa |
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(chorus) |
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Pimpin' my grooves, we got to ride |
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Ridin' through the door with my homies gettin' smoked out. in da summa.(4x) |
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[koopsta knicca] |
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Drunk off red dog, as we bump through the mystic fog |
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Me, scarecrow, crunchy, skinny g, and all my bothaz call |
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Fly got his mind in the sky as we chiefin' blunts |
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Black glocks that's in the ride fiendin' for a homicide |
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Some tanqueray grab my yey mess with little (?) |
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That's how we always did it since i was a troubled kid |
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But we don't stop cuz our heart is pumpin' blood like thunder |
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No man up in the trauma, head is broken in da summa |
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[lord infamous] |
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Some of the scarecrow want the ceremony till the sun sets me ease |
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Until the night fall breeze |
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Rise up to the darkness, listen close to noises in the streets |
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Grab my uzi up indonesia, 6 fill need my breeze |
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Don't want me black khaki slacks and me black t-shirt |
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And my automatic gats in case i had to dig up a plot of dirt |
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Then hit paul up on his home |
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Tell him to bring his slow ass on |
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So we can hit the honey comb before the ganja's gone, da summa |
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(chorus 4x) |
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[juicy j] |
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Pass to little j, koop. then let's take a ride and shoot |
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To the high school, north side where the playaz rule |
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I'm scopin' all the freaks, with some weave and a sexy switch. |
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"can i get ya numba" |
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[gangsta boo] "i gotta man" |
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[juicy j] |
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Well i'm a holla trick |
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Ballin down violent time, one time on my mind |
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If they pull me over i be hopin' they don't find the nine |
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Made enough from evergreen to holla at blac and cam |
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Chiefin' on the blunts in the alley slangin' balla', yeah |
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Couldn't forget my roadie big kurt, swally, and dion |
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Project pat and the (?) shootin' teflon |
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Just a few homies who i grew up in the hood with me |
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And the ones in orange blossom (?) university. yeah |
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It's gettin' late and i'm ballin' down elvis street |
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Blowin' my horn tryin' to get this girl attention in front of me |
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Cuz everyday i'm out there tryin' to get a freak number |
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Thats how the juice is....in da summa |
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(chorus 4x) |
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[dj paul] outro |
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That's how we do it |
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So that's how it is |
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The three 6 mafia in the house for the '95 |
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Straight from the m-town the juice, dj paul, lord infamous the scarecrow |
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The koopsta knicca, and crunchy black |
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We out |
