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THREE 6 MAFIA lyrics - When The Smoke Clears... Sixty 6 Sixty 1

Tongue Ring

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[Talking] Hey we gonna do a song called Tongue Ring Let me see your Tongue Ring, is it rusty, hahaha [Chorus One: D.J. Paul] Let me see your tongue ring, let me see Let me see let me see let me see your tongue ring Let me see let me see let me see your tongue ring Let me see your tongue ring Let me see your tongue ring, let me see Let me see let me see let me see your tongue ring Let me see let me see let me see your tongue ring Let me see your tongue ring Let me see your tongue ring Let me see your tongue ring Let me see 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 see let me see let me see your tongue ring Let me see let me see let me see your tongue ring Let me see your tongue ring Let me see your tongue ring Let me see let me see let me see your tongue ring Let me see let me see let me see your tongue ring Let me see let me see let me see your tongue ring Let me see your tongue ring Let me see your tongue ring Let me see let me see let me see 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 !

Get On My Feet

B.G. "B.G.'Z True Story"
[B.G.] Damn, it's hard, a baby gangsta is strugglin The 9-5 done hit, it's time for me to start hustlin I gotta get my serve on, them hoes look at me bad My day 'bout to come, so I'ma bust out on they dog ass I started wit a fifth and dime rock Mook had gave me 20 for 10, I had two nines 'cause I pop I made 20 dollars, best believe I went back I turned my life of doin bad to a life a slangin crack Now I got a job of pushin rocks up on the block Plus that drama on my side is a fully loaded Glock Half on sellin slabs, I went and scored a fuckin 8-ball Nigga gotta stand tall, sort of like a brick wall Meet me at V.L., it was a real madd clique I whipped out a knot, them dog hoes got on my dick Tryin to fuckin break me, them hoes used to hate me I cleaned myself up, now them hoes cannot take me 87, Troy sat me down and they skooled me They said don't tell my bid-ness 'cause a nigga would try to do me This fuckin Baby Gangsta comin up in the streets I'm on a come-up bitch, tryin to get on my feet [Chorus]2x I'm tryin to get on my feet, I'm a real baby gangsta Bitch, you stop my come-up, then I'm gonna have to gank ya [B.G.] The bid-ness flowin smooth like water I got some fuckin clientele and it's worth three quarters My mom fount one, but I was still on the road I slipped in the game, they always said the game was cold I was slangin them fuckin rocks, I made three G's at the most Then I got caught slippin, he did it easy, one of my jokes Now Slim and L.T. still keep the shit tight But when my nigga come ??? everythings gon' be alright Man, it's like this, the set is kinda pain I'm like the fuckin Geto Boys livin in the fast lane Mail, steady stackin Them hoes a nigga mackin And you know I'm straight up packin for niggas tryin to jack me Now the fuckin law is gettin hot on the set I'm playin it on the cool, gotta put away my tech I'm chillin at house, bitch got my number when they fiendin They call me all night, them motherfuckers be tweekin Yes I'm on the block bitch, I sold a quarter-bird Now have you fuckin heard, I'ma get it on my fuckin serve A fuckin Baby Gangsta comin up in the streets I'm on a come-up bitch, tryin to get on my feet [Chorus]2x [B.G.] Like Pac, I'm in so much pain I'm broke, I'm slangin in the rain 14, strugglin, pocket full of crack-cocaine Tryin to come up off a bill You know I got them hustlin skills The nigga from that V.L., Baby Gangsta, yes, you know I'm real Down for the jack move, nigga like me is savage Don't let me catch you slippin, I'll kill you wiz, I gots to have it When I bust my 17, you know I'm gonna get ya Split ya when ya holler, I know I hit ya Yes, I know I'm fast, so I hit a nigga stash When I hit this nigga stash, turn his stash into cash I wanna stand real tall, have a bird for my own When I have a bird for my own, gots to get my hustle on So I'm on the block wit crack, you know I strap my fuckin gat False move will get you kilt, rat-tat-tat-tat So get back wit the gat, nigga don't move I'ma take wit ya to the head Make sure yo bitch ass dead Then from the scene a nigga fled I'ma real nigga, trill nigga, always pack a steel trigga If you ever play me I'ma plug 'cause I'm a thug nigga Youngster from the ghetto man, I aint got nothin I got a gat and a set of nuts, tryin to come up on somethin So if you slippin on my hood black, I gots to creep 'Cause I'm a nigga tryin to get on my feet [Chorus]4x

Money On Tha Couch

JUVENILE "Solja Rags"
[First Verse:] I went through with the plan, now the man sendin' me grams, My coke organization still infestin' the land, No joke, built my Mama an estate in the Bahamas, Crops of marijuana protected by Big Timers, Hand, full of ice, it's gangsta's paradise, Expensive merchandise, I had to sacrifice for the glamourous life, Don P. for breakfast, Benz, stretches, and Lexus, Distribution of coke from Louisiana to Texas, Some fabricated, but fascinated by the way that I made it, Now my name is implicated with the greatest Wearin' the latest, leather fatigues and B.B.H., Brand new Mercedes, parked in front of my new estate, Twelve o' clock we gave him, caviar, is what we ate, Party with killas, paraphrenalia full of projects, Dope snorters or prospects, the rob your shop necks, But I gets pissed and send hits, don't fuck with my shit Wig split, the heel, whoever he roll with, Admit it, you did it, tongue too tied? Well say somethin' Nine's bustin', bringin' your platoon to destruction, Continue to hustlin', givin' up nothin' where the dope at? Crackers can get the Bauds at, because I'm pro Black, Think I'm a foreigner, he wasn't holdin' up his side of his deal, Alien gotta be killed, sent to the coroner, I'm sure he would have gone before the judge With somethin' concrete, to send me, cuz He was holdin' a grudge, fuckin' over a thug, Told my bitch I want him dead, Bring me his head, fill him with lead, Heard what I said? Don't betray me, I'll put you on the streets and make you weak, With carrots and stones up on fingers and your teeth, And built you a home next to the beach, And luxury cars we creep Here's the nine, I don't have time, make it discreet [Chorus:] Money on the couch, nigga Gimme everything, I'll pay your house, nigga Shut'cha mouth, nigga Put the money on the couch, nigga Gimme everything, I'll pay your house, nigga Shut'cha mouth, nigga Put the money on the couch shut'cha mouth, nigga [Second Verse:] I know that my cousin Lil' Kerzaw, He sold up outta his backyard, And sold up shit, from the seventeen all the way up to the Ninth Ward, You know he rolls up in the caddy, It's about that time to go roasts and vogue, I'ma go on the passenger side, fuckin' with every last hoe, Nigga Russ was up in that car shop, Ready to get all the seats fixed, Let me go scope me a kneefit, so I can go out to the Freaknik, Shit, I'm the lyrical genius, Drop down on your knees to the penis, The nigga be talkin' the shit about my family, but I never did seen it I'm larger than large, if you came home with two heroin charges, And I still got somethin' stashed in the garages, Y'all is petty, it's gone take two to fill my stamina, When I pass the camera, flash, fuck the amateurs, Ya better be top notch, or I'ma cock my rhyme glock, To wound ya, and paint your death with my autograph on your tumor, [Chorus] [Third Verse:] I'm straight from the ghetto, the Mac they make the foes shake, Then I left that spot and I went to the T, where the triflin' hoes play, They comin' to me and, they blowin' that funky fire, I'm grabbin' a beer and, them blunts be gettin' me higher, Due to my clique I walked to the front door, Hope it ain't them po-po's, I looked through the blinds, it went through my mind, "What I have to run for?", Nobody would want to test me, Especially comin' to arrest me, Old body and soul, it's a must I leave you cold, Keep it chilly chilly, when I'm jigglin' jigglin' money, Some niggas say okay, but you can say no way, I'm drinkin' for honey, If I wouldn't be kickin' these rhymes so funky, You and your crew would never have bought my shit like junkies, A part of a "ki" is all that I need, To get on my feet, up outta the weed, The capital "C", I do it for weed, and even a "G" for slangin' them kis, I'm puttin' in it your face, Juvenile lookin' for a bitch now, Don't have no time for no foreplay, I'm simply gonna lay this dick down Niggas be comin' with dope lines, Gimme the chance I'ma flow mine, I'm tearin' this bitch up in no time, No fuckin' ya up cuz you know I'm, Funky like a club that's filled up with fat men fartin', And never a bad thought in my mind, cuz I'm steadily plottin' [Chorus]

Project Bitch

CASH MONEY MILLIONAIRES
this is for deshawn, eshlawn, lil mama, an her friends lisa, teresa, maria, tia, leah and kim I love yall broads no disrespect to my dogs but I love yall broads yea I love yall broads to the ladies havin babies without no drama to my niggas with figgas say I love my baby momma I bought them shoes and tattoos an even fixed yo breasts I put you inside the flyest rides an even put a 'S ' on yo chest [Verse 2: Lil' Wayne] this is for the ones who pop with it an be puttin they mouth on it an they suck everything out of it then they catch it an swallow it I'm Lil Weezy for sheezy I'm off the heezy believe me see me I squeeze in between it and then I leave it so greasy when I come through in a Rolls Royce I leave them with no choice but to hop up in it an just let me make they throat moist Ruby Red an Vodka it just carry a nigga give me three minutes maybe four she be wantin to marry a nigga [Chorus: Juvenile] give me a project bitch give me a hoodrat chick one that dont give a fuck an say she took that dick give me a project chick give me a hoodrat bitch one that dont give a fuck an say she took that dick [Verse 3: Juvenile] my momma said she seen me by my grandma my grandma flipped out an said we aint gone have no evil in this house so I rolled out scoped me a house an sold out but I fucked up when I started livin up in this hoes house nigga started fuckin one of the broads cause she was suckin a nigga dick so good keepin it hard lettin a nigga cum all over her chest an tounge she was still young because her children she was a hoe she gave me head behind a building aint sellin records but her mouth could sell a million if you wanna take it there we can break it off cause yall pussy aint gotta nigga tweakin at all I slang this dick summer winter spring an the fall ask me to lay it down I'm bringin it all im tryin to hit ya from tha back to ya holla good lord this muthafuckin dick good an it always be hard [Chorus] [Verse 4: Baby] look look a nigga could catch me reel up them white folks know the code so we g'd up an my range rover 4 door be d'd up tattoos and new cars and these project cuts got this nigga bitch I know been wantin to fuck I deal with sluts, ladies, and bitches dont give a fuck project bosses Weezy say respect us bitch nigga find me in the 4 door lexus I got a bitch shoot dice, a bitch that aint right I got a bitch who will front ya work an take ya life I got a credit card hoe a scam type hoe a fraud type hoe like to snort that dope a dick suckin pro a calico hoe a real solid bitch out chicago I got a brat type bitch like to whine an shit I got a project bitch like to start some shit [Chorus til fade]

Classic Rock

KID ROCK "Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp"
Well guess whos back, with a big fat cock It's the Kid motherfucker with the Classic Rock Like Wax That Booty, yodeleyeho, punk Slappin you hoes with Dick when I get drunk From Alabama, to Texacana Bend over bitch and let me slam her Big fat dick up in your booty, oh goody If your a freaky hoe, well do the backdoor boody Bitch don't need your front You'de shit your pants if I licked your cunt Fuckin in the can, fuckin in the showers I got more hoes then my man Ed Powers I wont send flowers at the fuckin () You can bet your ass I'll be screaming () I don't really need to be tied down Im a rancid man and I'll slap the bells When I was on the hunt rippin hoes apart And I fuck so hard I make their pussy fart Do the hip-hip-hop yep it don't stop Im back, bitch, with the Classic Rock () Now if you wanna be fucked then step up, bitch Im gonna pack my dick all up in your shit Now I don't like rubbers, they hold me back Instead a hoe like () would rock that back I wont cut slack for the stuck up hoes Here, my prime turn up their nose Slimmy on a slit, try to tell me how to shake An' when I trop my drawers and shove up my dick Huh, you know thats true I got a pocket full of pills and a bottle of brew Got a hole Nig Sue in one dang pants Fucked em both at the same time Playin shows, fuckin hoes Got the dope in my veins and up my nose I want some hoes I can mack on Kid Rock, an' I get more pussy then a tamp-on Kid, to the clip, to the grip, to the flip Stood back, to the slap, to my nuts in your butt Yeah don't stop, because Im back with the Classic Rock You put my balls in your mouth, and you don't stop You put my balls in your mouth

528-Cash

PROJECT PAT "Ghetty Green"
[Project Pat] As I sit in my cell, might as well be in hell Left a dead, two on one, fourth floor where I dwell Couldn't tell, thought you was a man, but you was a bitch A nigga that I'd die for really was a snitch Let me switch back to the scene, scene of the crime Where I left all my hopes and dreams; caught me with a .9 Duffel bag full of plenty cash, empty out safe Hit the mask, but a nosey fag fucked up my escape I could take any charge 'cause his death for this under 'Do you plead guilty on this case' No, your honor Wonder, how not guilty turned to guilty Could it be that my homeboy turned stale on me I can see you and the victim sittin' like a hoe On the prosecutor's side, shove a .9 down her throat Of a coward punk bitch, your body in a ditch Could've sold my own soldier to see the nine clique Click, then your carcass fall like the gavel fell Nine years what they gave me, then took me to jail Did I tell Nigga, hell nah, Project ain't a hoe We can blast with them thangs or we go toe to toe Bullets blow niggas' brains out into outer space Killas bust on you lames then leave without a trace Just incase you was wondering did I let him live He's at home with his wife but he better watch his kids Snitches, bitches, snitches, bitches... [x16] Bitch, you can't call the police Tell 'em watch your back. [x4]

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