Текст песни:

Chorus

It′s some cowards in this thang
If you see them point them out X8

(Juicy J)

Act like you know me, when I tell that I′m from the North
Act like you know me, when the action let me hit this short
Act like you know me, if I holla at ya boy Keith
Act like you know me, when I′m on the track in ever green
Act like you know me, when you the platinum on my wrist
Act like you know me, when you know that I done took yo bitch
Act like you know me, if you know that I been husslin′
Act like you know me, rock to rock to record bussiness man
Act like you know me, if I pull the strap and bring the pain
Act like you know me, if you see me on them twanky thangs
Act like you know me, when that fire shit is always smoke
Act like you know me, if I tell ya nigga hit this dough
Act like you know me, when I win I win this dice game
Act like you know me, if I tell yo hoe dont touch the grain
Act like you know me, if I tell you niggas bring it on
Act like you know me, po′ it in yo face I′m fucking wrong

Chorus

(DJ Paul)

Act like you know me, cause I′m always ?? bum
Act like you know me, cause I bring the war like Vietnam
Act like you know me, when you see me cruising were you lay
Act like you know me, cause with bitches I dont fucking play
Act like you know me, cause I′m super serious with this evil
Act like you know me, in my Regal chromed as a eagle
Act like you know me, I hate say it but when I′m on some blow
Act like you know, I turn gorilla might rape a hoe
Act like you know me, I′m from straight fucking Black Hav.
Act like you know, that I bet that I blow that I aint afraid
Act like you know me, ′fore you say that on yo CD′s
Act like you know, once before I caught you in the streets
Act like you know me, cause these bullets know no fucking name
Act like you know, I brought you in and take you out this game
Act like you heard of Triple Six is bout some bigger bussiness
Act like you heard if it′s a murder, you can be the witness

(Koopsta Knicca)

Act like you know me, when you got pounds of the green dough
Act like you know me, when you want to get the ??
Act like you know me, when you got gallons of alcohol
Act like you know me, when you braking down the bowling balls
Act like know me, when you got a load of freak hoes
Act like you know me, when you got the pearl to touch her toes
Act like you know me, when I tell you that my name is Lord
Act like you know me, when I tell you Lord will cut your cords

(Crunchy Black)

Act like you know me, cause you know I like to wear black
Act like you know me, cause you know I like to tote a gat
Act like you know me, cause you know I pop up on ya set
Act like you know me, cause you know I came to get it wet
Act like you know me, cause you know you got to call the cops
Act like you know me, cause you know the fucking blocks hot
Act like you know me, cause you know I took yo fucking spot
Act like you know me, act like you know me nigga, NOT

(Gangsta Boo)

Act like you know me, got you niggas saying I′m the shit
Act like you know me, when you see me with the fucking clips
Act like you know me, when I creep and sneek up in yo house
Act like you know me, when you hear, I done cleaned the house
Act lke you know me, when I block ?? who she be
Act like you know me nigga, Gangsta Boo BAC
Act like you know me, yo I′m real I′m trill, whatever nigga
Act like you know me, I be crazy lady, know that nigga

@ Three 6 Mafia

Текст песни:

From Baby Boy Soundtrack

[Chorus: Juicy J + LaChat]
[Juicy J] It′s my baby mama (yeanknow) I want child support
She get boyfriend checks, but I stay in court
It′s my baby mama (yeanknow) she be ridin′ Cady
And she always lookin′ for sugar daddies
[LaChat] It′s my baby daddy (yeanknow) he be always broke
And he aint no good nothin′, but a joke
It′s my baby daddy (yeanknow) he just love to have it
He be cheatin′ on me that′s why I can′t stand em′

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Man this freak has got me stressin′ in the court I must confessin′
Playas try to get that checkin′ hoopa hickeys on yo′ neckin′
In that jail I can′t be stayin′ and my g′s you can′t be cakin′
Child support can burn like torch when you get behind yo′ payment
Hurr they go you send em′ letters then they wanna come and get cha
Probably shoulda used a Jimmy probably shoulda neva′ met her
Why you wanna try and impress me?
Always lyin′ tryna′ caress me

[LaChat]
All these so-called ballas want me boy I′m styled you know I′m sexy
I′m LaChat you see I′m swole got you waitin′ at a tole
Betta′ come break me off a fee keep yo′ girl on yo′ bankrole
See me switchin′ blowin′ out kisses dudes don′t know what they be missin′
I′m the type of girl you need keep some cookin′ in the kitchen
Bake yo′ biscuits up from scratch get chu′ sprung off my cat
But chu betta take care yo′ kids Juvenile Court is where it′s at
Where it′s at?
Yeanknow? Cheese is missin′ yean show
And that freak you shackin′ wit′ she too nice I′m mean though

CHORUS

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
It′s DJ P and brothas be out we just tryin′ to be dawgs
But it′s ok aint nann hoe gon′ stop the way that we walk
We kickin′ dis off in them dose′ and when it′s on they gon′ run
And please believe when we come we gon′ come like a nut cum
Down and dirty in these streets, rough and rugged on these freaks
Ridin′ Cady Automatic man we got to keep that heat
Keep that heat for them streets cuz′ man these streets be watchin′ me
Memphis, Tenn. kick the chains and playas gotta kick the crease
The Vision 2 Juvenile Court is where they had yo′ boy
Monthly payments I gotta pay, but I keep comin′ short
Now that I′m payin child support and these courts got me runnin′ mayn
Spendin′ nights with these otha freaks house and all my dawgs mayn
Warrents for yo′ boy arrest got me sweatin′ from the stress
Gettin′ drunk and high all night bout′ to drive me to that white
Mayn if these boys want me they gon′ really have to find me
Messin′ off with these scally wag hoes they so grimey

CHORUS

[Verse 3: LaChat]
Why you playin?
Boy yo′ baby need some shoes, boy yo′ baby need some clothes
Need to try and pay yo′ fees, why you out hurr playin′ these hoes?
Aint no more for me and you, but this what they gotta do
With the seed we have concieved don′t you know he′s part of you?
I don′t wanna hurr yo′ mess talk to me bout′ givin′ checks
Put a judge up in my business what I want is what I get
Shoulda knownd it from the jump all that talk was just a front
Now you payin′ for that lyin′ see yo′ ass in court next month

[Juicy J]
Pay you cheese I′ll give you quarters I′ll just wait for court to order
Mexico is where you′ll find me somewhere round′ the fuckin′ border
Hangin′ with the finest women, walkin′ wit′ a gansta limpin′
Drinkin′ on a case of DP, goody green you know we wit′ it
I done hustled worth a job and broke some back there wasn′t no stoppin′
You dun did the clubbin′ hoppin′ and them pills you kept on poppin′
Now I see why you be freakin′ now I know why you be geekin′
If you wanna give me reason catch me in that playa season

@ Three 6 Mafia

Текст песни:

I′m staying crunk I′m plenty drunk I can′t be barrin′ you bitches
I′m staying crunk I′m plenty drunk I can′t be barrin′ you bitches
These boys ain′t wild I′ll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches

[DJ Paul]
My nigga silent night, deadly night
That′s when I start when I start creepin′ like a hitman
Scope my man then I toss the dynamite
Bitches yall ain′t got the guns
Bitches yall ain′t got the funds
Fuckin′ around with Three to Six I′ll make you niggas duck and run
Hoes this ain′t no game I′m ???, I′m sad, I′m fed up with you boys
Crunchy catch that trick back on that-ways he still remeber them punks
Straight hoe nigga, flat broke nigga
Make his eyes close I drop you niggas like I drop my hoes

[Gangsta Boo]
I say we marchin′ and steppin′, plenty weapons we packin′
Why you haters be lackin′ always dissin′ with rappin′
How you bumpin′ our shit then you turn around an you diss?
You wouldn′t want to step with ?? and his shit you rookie bitch
Let me see who it be..shh pysch boy
I ain′t sayin your name you know who you are Lil′ Boy
In my time I saw faces, people of shades and races
People nail me to crosses like I′m Jesus you satan

I′m staying crunk I′m plenty drunk I can′t be barrin′ you bitches
I′m staying crunk I′m plenty fucked I can′t be barrin′ you bitches
I′m staying crunk I′m plenty drunk I can′t be barrin′ you bitches
These boys ain′t wild I′ll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches

[Juicy J]
Now I ain′t fucked up bout these niggas dissin′
Cause a nigga givin these blessings
See you like a dog you fetching, starin at a fuckin′ weapon
Know your momma taught you better, never try to diss a player
Maybe I can kill you now or stall around and kill you later
Probably I should call the boys
Tell them to bring them toys
We gonna bust them bitches and fold them up like aluminium foil
And keep loadin them guns
Takin em one by one
Throwin′ up sets and snappin′ necks until the job is done

[Lord Infamous]
Take em′ on a lyrical holocaust
Infamous is just our mafia boss
Nigga walk around with his head blown off
Call me the wicked ass lord of farce
Nigga one look and get his ass ripped apart
Infamous coke has got no heart
Coming through the hoe ain′t no motherfuckin boss
Fall to the earth ???
Hoes be froze in a permanent dose
These bitches blow me outta their clothes
Call me the nigga with the dirty nose
That will unload a 44 up to the foes
Ain′t no playin with you motherfuckin hoes
Let′s throw that rope but you hoes don′t know
But the infamous know you
So and So and Toe and Toe I take the flow

I′m staying crunk I′m plenty drunk I can′t be barrin′ you bitches
I′m staying crunk I′m plenty fucked I can′t be barrin′ you bitches
I′m staying crunk I′m plenty drunk I can′t be barrin′ you bitches
These boys ain′t wild I′ll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches

[Koopsta Knicca]
Ahh... ??? ??? dress up on my head see, heard dat?
Ask motherfuckin′ scared nigga hell yeah
Jumped up out the bed cause no sofa ??? ya heard?
??? ??? 4 clickas ain′t going out like no bitch
Ain′t no ??? out this place like that fog up in my face
Ain′t no rollin′ like no sissy
Ain′t no busta bitch, OK?
Grab that gat cocked and handle like they think that I′m crazed
So hit in their the face like a third grader on acid

I′m staying crunk I′m plenty drunk I can′t be barrin′ you bitches
I′m staying crunk I′m plenty fucked I can′t be barrin′ you bitches
I′m staying crunk I′m plenty drunk I can′t be barrin′ you bitches
These boys ain′t wild I′ll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches

@ Three 6 Mafia

Текст песни:

[DJ Paul]
So this is what I′m a do man, you know what I′m sayin′
I′m a get each of you niggaz, you know what I′m sayin′
From the bay by the b-ball piece, when you see this nigga
You know what I′m sayin′, I want y′all to whoop his bitch ass
Man you know what I′m sayin, beat his motha fuckin ass
To the ground like a motherfucker man fuck this bitch ass

[Juicy J]
See this how ass kickin′ get down, your boys get
(Beat down!)
Your bitches get
(Beat down!)
Your brothers get
(Beat down!)
Your mothers get
(Beat down!)
Your cousins get
(Beat down!)
And any nigga that try to clown we leavin′ em on the ground
′Cuz we stomp a hole, until his ass throw up, and after that
Them signs is gettin′ thrown up, I′m answer to the right
I′m answer to the left, we snatchin′ your chain and check
Your pockets ′till nothin′ left

[Crunchy Black]
I′m a crunk this nigga though, treat ′em like a hoe
Ask these lil′ bitches what the fuck they hittin′ for
Crunchy ain′t a hoe, and Crunchy can′t go, and
Crunchy ain′t a nigga that you wanna fuck with low
If you didn′t know, then nigga you can know, then meet me
Down foo in the middle of the floor, I′ma break it down slow
And fill you up with dro, and smoke a little that ′till I
Can′t smoke no more

I′m gon′ whoop this nigga
I′m gon′ whoop this nigga
I′m gon′ take it outside click click (Boom!) with the trigger
I′m gon′ rob this boy, I′m gon′ mob this boy
I′m gon′ call the fuckin killers do a job on this boy

[Chorus]
We gon′ beat em to the floor, we gon′ beat em to the floor
We gon′ beat em to the floor, we gon′ beat em to the floor
We gon′ beat em to the floor, we gon′ beat em to the floor
We gon′ beat em to the floor, we gon′ beat em to the floor

[Lord Infamous]
You don′t know what just happened
You suffering from a fracture
You rebel let me catch you, I′ll beat you belly bastard
You have a bad concussion, from tripple six bone rushin′
You all beat up and busted, you shouldn′t have pressed that button
You all bloody and bumy, you yellin′ for you mommy
And people think its funny, quit tryin′ to out run me
Your eyes are blue and black and, your clothes are ripped and tackin′
You thought that you could hack it, you shouldn′t have wore that jacket
′Cuz I wreck it, smith and west and my weapon, we steppin′
To let the still meet your chest and, don′t play with these killers
They come from those parts, the north where niggaz be pullin′
The whole cart, so mista big playa mista big time playa
You got the shit on lock why you on my dick
Like a bitch walkin′ around like you stone high
Hollow tip bullets don′t die, nigga they multiply

I′m gon′ whoop this nigga
I′m gon′ whoop this nigga
I′m gon′ take it outside click click (Boom!) with the trigger
I′m gon′ rob this boy, I′m gon′ mob this boy
I′m gon′ call the fuckin killers do a job on this boy

@ Three 6 Mafia

Текст песни:

[Juicy J talking]
Mane check this shit out we was up in Chicago right
With my nigga big hamp, you know what I′ saying?
The nigga pass me a blunt
Like smoke this shit nigga this some bin laden weed
Y′all don′t know nothing bout this shit down south
What the fuck is bin laden weed its three different
Kinds of weed all grown together that shit some straight killer
Them Chicago niggaz named that shit bin laden mane some straight fie

[chorus 4x′s]
Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby brown
Who got that laden weed

[DJ Paul]
I swear sometimes I got to get high to hang around my hoe
Sometimes I feel like I got to get high to hang round niggaz I know
I sped it up on weed I slowed it down on snow
Cause I seen somany niggaz fall off that blow
One day they got it all and aint got shit to show
So I came to my natures I had to cut that hoe
So know I′m feeling happy I′m on that binny bin laden
And niggaz is acting like they don′t know what the fuck just happened
My vision getting blurry I′m about to fall asleep
Or am I dying I need to eat cause this some poutin weed
My life start flashing like holograms like right in front
Of my own face I never felt this way on one blunt
I see my son gaining life and my dad losing his
And old girlfriends and niggaz I shouldn′t hung with
The picture starting to fade its getting hard to breath
I′m blacking out with no post up under my shirt and sleeve

[Chorus 4x′s]

[Juicy J]
Well since I′m on bin laden let me tell you a story
Bout these three pussy rappers who couldn′t do nothing for me
Gave a whole lot of cheese said I fucked him his shit
Smoked a whole lot of weed so he seem to forget
Who bought trunks and you cars gave you bitches and hoes
Who told you ass to take a bath when you thought you was raw
Mane I tell you he a killer when we talk on the phone
When you see him face to face he′ll leave you alone
That′s why I′m smoking on this fucking bin laden
All my niggaz in the hood they got it
Take one little puff you a addict
Take a gun to the head means tragic
Boy I tell you like this we can smoke it anywhere
In front of police station with a six pack of beer
Seven a.m. in the morning just watching people stare
Let ′em point them damn fingers say they wild over there

[Chorus 4x′s]

[Lord Infamous]
Ey ey its glowing like its indigo I smell it through the bag
I′m floating like a magic carpet straight from bagdad
From my brains from my blood from my lungs from the dutches
Cant just let this reefer just escape from my a conscious
Cause its the substance I′m loving I′m buzzing
Smoking like a narven huffing and puffing
Came from the Indonesia, Colombian or kaliman
Or its by the welfare straight from the taliban

[Crunchy black]
Do you remember me from smoking good weed
Break it down roll it up give it the indo need
Do you remember me from no sticks no seeds
Or you remember me from putting you on this laden weed
Get yo funds together and come go and see
I′m gone take you on the strip where bin laden be
This one blunt action you′ll have to smoke and see
Have you choking, falling out with your family

@ Three 6 Mafia

Текст песни:

f/ Hypnotize Camp Posse

[DJ Paul]
The most dangerous posse song ever
It′s going down, Hypnotize Camp Posse
You did this nigga, shit talkin
You wanna talk about something nigga
Talk about how many hoes, clothes and bank rolls we got
Who we got in here: Juicy J, Lil Wyte, Frayser Boy, Crunchy Black
Lord Infamous and me DJ Paul the King of Memphis

[Juicy J]
Nigga we some maniacs, fuckin up our brainiacs
Breakin down some dope, wit a razor boy remember that
Crop a mix with Smilax
Take a gun and cock it back
Now I′m bout to blow my brains out cause I dont give a shit
Hope you give a nigga reason to want ya
The bigger gun the better
The more shit you talk, the more blood the sweata′
The plane crashes, the devil, the anthrax, the letters
Forgot about the peddlers, we still in it together

[Crunchy Black]
Let me introduce myself, my fuckin nigga
I′ma be the one to pull that fuckin trigga
I′ma be the one thats sent to fuckin getcha
You better watch out cause ill paint a picture
A pretty little picture now how a nigga getcha
Lock you in the trunk and take care of my business
Paul and Juicy sent me so you know its big business
C.B. nigga aint leavin no witness

[DJ Paul]
Yeah, make me a believer nigga
Make some shit this bumpin you fuckin wannabes, Lord roll!

[Lord Infamous]
I am the predator you are the prey
You play the target, Lord play the gage
You play bitches and I mack hoes
You run from niggaz, I find the snub nose
I come from 3 6 picture platinum clique
And you cant sell three copies of your shit
You smoke garbage weed, and cheap packs a blow
You own a vehicle, pick up the Scarecrow

[Frayser Boy]
Frayser Boy, cockin toy, yall dont wanna fuck with me
Infared got ya scared, in protective custody
The Unbreakables, the most hateable, the unescapeables
Time to bust a nigga head, we arent hesitateable
Ya chest pumped out, mouth talking that shit
Im from the Bay, ima show you how a nigga beat a bitch
Time to damage shit, no understandin this, you know you scandalous
HCP blowin your lights out like a candle bitch

[Lil Wyte]
Well I′m about to rich rip a hole in the industry
Holdin my energy
Wasnt about to let it but you had to come testin me
Givin you one warning change your name before I get your crunk
Lyrically copyrighted all my shit and plus ill fuck you up
You dont want to have to cross the path a killers when you on the streets
HCP got WYT to the E and thats just how it be
Quit ya muthafuckin hatin playin all your petty games
If you wanted to ride my nuts that bad you shouldve asked me man

[DJ Paul]
Danger
You muthafuckas wanted a war bitch then ima bring it on
Catch you in these fuckin streets boy and ima point the chrome
Put you in the fuckin car hoe, and we gon take you home
To hell with all that cryin now nigga we gonna get it on
Beat you with that yawk dead center across your damn dome
The way you ran your mouth, you shouldve known to have the fuckin tone
Beggin from beginning, man winnin cause our camp is strong
The same way your skull started dentin cause we beat it long
You niggaz swear you have the right plan but you had the wrong mans
Tryin to build a clique like the hypnotize camp
Im knowin it wouldnt work so I just sit back
And watch how the trains just runs off the track
Cause it be to many loses, to many boses
Too many niggaz thats wantin they own office
You niggaz gotta realize who got the city owned

@ Three 6 Mafia

Текст песни:

(featuring Lil′ Flip & Mr. Bigg)

[DJ Paul]
You know we gotta do one for all these niggaz out here sideline
hatin y′knowhatI′msayin... don′t get mad cause a nigga straight up
out the paint shop or car wash or the car lot or whatnot... feelin mean on
the scene wit a pocket full of green y′knowhatI′msayin... and any one
of y′all hoes think a nigga gon give ′em somethin I can′t give ya
shit but this dick in ya muthafuckin mouth and ya muthafuckin
hole and you gotta reach me somethin for that ho cause I ain′t
for free bitch.. pay whatcha muthafuckin weigh

[Crunchy Blac]
I pull up clean in my black fuckin truck
Rims still spinnin so you know I′m cuttin up
I′m ridin down the street bumpin nothin but us
I spotted me a freak she was bout to catch a buzz
I asked her whats her name baby it could be love
But you know ya boy don′t fuck wit nothin but sluts
The ones that make money and stack them bucks
A bank for that cap and a bank for that butt
SLUT!

[Juicy J]
Nigga I′ll tell yo gal she can suck on this big ol′ dick
And won′t be fucked up bout it if she pay her rent to a pimp
And in the public′s eyes she can be legit be my bitch
At the shake junt she gotta work a trick get the grip
Never no back talkin cause I call her jack backhand slap
She come up short wit money baby then I snap wit a strap
She gotta let these hoes know who the shit runnin this
And you just might have to throw some blows take a hit wit the fist

[Chorus][DJ Paul & Mr. Bigg] x2
Don′t cha get mad when I swerve and I twist
Ridin ridin down yo block I got my charm out the window
Don′t cha get mad when I swerve and I twist
I ain′t braggin on myself but I deserve this miss

[DJ Paul]
I′m swervin I′m twistin from side to side
I got that iron right on my side
Them 20-inch vogues wit the yellow stripes
A ′rillo rolled up wit some of that light
The 360 turn on the fold down screens
Turn it all the way around and watch it from the front seat
The knock in the back got the trunk on rattle
Them hoes flockin to my whip thick like cattle

[Lil Flip]
HEYY.. you better put that money in my hand
I was born to be a mack not yo muhfuckin man
You mad cause I hit cha ho me and her split cha dough
Why you actin surprised I know you heard this shit befo′
Me and Quint pushin Vettes smokin dro no stress
One tech two glocks infra red no vests
I clock dollaz and pop collaz for a livin
I′m at Pressure World every time I hit Memphis

[Chorus][DJ Paul & Mr. Bigg] x2

[music to fade]

@ Three 6 Mafia

Текст песни:

(featuring Frayser Boy)

[Intro] ({How many, how many talk that shit} repeated throughout the intro)
Three 6 Mafia
Frayser Boy
Yeah, yeah it′s going down
You know what I′m sayin′?
A lot of times we use the word bitch
That goes for niggaz and hoes
Whoever violate, gettin′ faced wit′ that bullshit
Here′s what you do

[Hook: DJ Paul + (Juicy J)]
Put your foot up they ass(what)
Foot up they ass (what)
If these bitches actin′ bad
Put your foot up they ass(yep) [2x]
And tell that hoe (Don′t violate me hoe, don′t violate) [4x]

[DJ Paul]
Now niggaz man they try to copy the Three 6 but they too sloppy
You boys is fakers, nothin′ but carbon copies
When we step up in the club, niggaz they play dead
′Cause of raps and all that bullshit that they said
It ain′t nothin behind your mugs but some motherfuckin′ hugs
Y′all niggaz nicer than grandmas and fuckin′ ladybugs
Yall haters shakin′ like booties up in a strip club
I′ll cut your head off like Al Queda in this bitch WHAT!

[Juicy J]
I aint playin′ wit′ you niggaz
I′ll put my hands on you niggaz
My foot will stand on you niggaz
I thought you knew we pull triggers
So why you testin′ me bitches
You must be tryin′ to get stitches
All on your forehead, you′re cold dead
For fuckin′ wit′ pimpin′
I′ll take the back of a gun
Hit you, you startin′ to run
Split you wit′ two fuckin′ halves
You mad runnin′ your tongue
I ain′t no hoe that be likin′
Bustin′ and fightin′ and bitin′
I′m like a Tennessee Titan
Tacklin′ and bringin′ the lightnin′ bitch!

[Hook]

[Crunchy Black]
See I′m quick wit′ the pistols
Shootin′, ain′t missin′
If I catch you slippin′ then I′m going to get you mister
I ain′t gon′ miss ya
I′ma go and split ya
No evidence, witnesses, no pictures
Talk that shit bro
Told you I′ma get ya
Hit you in the head wit′ the tip of the pistol
Yea′ I do it big, shit I′m playin′ wit′ your sister
Like eskimos, leave you froze in a blizzard

[Frayser Boy]
Pick his ass up, drop him off on his last breath
Fuckin′ wit′ the hypnotize, you gon′ have a fast death
Real niggaz, yeah we is, you can come and find out
Frizzle′s on that bay, I can show you what my mind ′bout
Three 6 got me on now I got to keep a tone
′Cause they haters now my haters, if we have to beef it′s on
Most of y′all been hoes, Frayser Boy′s ten toed
Leave his ass in the past nigga like Nintendo, whoa

[Hook]

@ Three 6 Mafia

Текст песни:

Chorus:
[D.J. Paul]
You dealing with some thugs
who like to hit it from the back (back)
with no kind of springs attached
what you think about that shorty

[Gangsta Boo]
You dealing with some bitches
who like cheese up front (front)
get down on your knees up front
now what you think about that baby

[D.J. Paul]
You dealing with some thugs
who like to hit it from the back (back)
with no kind of springs attached
what you think about that shorty

[Gangsta Boo]
You dealing with some bitches
who like cheese up front (front)
get down on your knees up front
now what you think about that baby

Verse 1:
[Gangsta Boo]
Nigga please
im hotter than 100 degrees
poppy in me
but sex don′t come until we come to our knees
gimme′ yo′ cheese
before I get my niggas and weed
flatten you out
take care of that
that′s how it be baby
me and my girls cost to much for you nigga
extra nigga in the Jag
can you get with me nigga
Hell No!
Im the bitch wit the chronic that′s getting high
Makin′ money, lookin funny
when I fuck on you guys
damn right! Im the bitch of da night
no matter what
thugged out
and some shirt
short jeans
a big butt
what you see when im walking on by
I see you lookin
whether male or female
you in I see you lookin′
(Bigger pussy)
When im packin′ yo′ nigga
you know the taste
At the "S" it′s 99′
you serve me wit′ cha′ face nigga
you know we did it
you be trickin′ like daddy
oops I spilled the beans baby
I be braggin′ like this
have ya heard ?

[Repeat Chorus]

[D.J. Paul]
I seen em′ coming out the club
drop the posse
walk me down
barely able to stand up
barely able to fall down
Hanging in the bathroom
with my dogs
it′s all about two balls
now I need a warm cup
for a dick and two balls
It′s Paul
in a Jag
but ain′t bout′ to brag
Im trying to grab a little hot somethin, skattely wag
some bout it
some down it
Stray ghetto ass ho!
Some ready for war!
Cause hittin it boy
will make your ass go!
All motherfucking night dont play
Drop yo′ jawphones, it′s on, cause this dick on my leg
Y′all niggas want a real dicksucker
come Down South
make you say
"Damn, Grey you still eat with that mouth"!
Then she turned over, caught dripping like a faucet
I called my dog Too Sway cause this ho about to toss it
Im fucking wit chu, cause you fucked wit me!
And caught this christian in a bad little somethin to my whole weed
(Whole Weed)!

[Repeat Chorus]

[Juicy "J"]
First my nigga call the freak
tell her she got dick to eat
balls and all standin tall
dont forget the jack "a" me
tell her five dope we keep
opt a move as just a sweep
heard she liked it from da back
in the back from toronsy
Paul said she wants to blow
with bad (bitch) week we cut off her
I don′t wanna hit the jump
Grab my 8.0 we′ll get her drunk
"My nigg, what chu′ waitin on" ?
"Hey let me use that other phone"
"Fuck that, she got skit to hit
Im′a call that ho while she at home"
"Hello" ??
"What′s the bidness bitch" ??
"Who is this" ??
"Mister Dick" !!!
"Im bout′ to come and scoop you up" !
"For what" ?
"For what the fuck, the click"
My dog said you got the clams
silicon wit the ass
don′t even need a bag
to hide your face
to sit you down !
Rumors say you turn em′ out
In da car, or on da couch!
Never hear em′ yellin′ ouch!
Dick and balls up in yo′ mouth!
Grab my 8.0, (and in a hit)
Maybe you can bring you friend
"Do you niggas got that bluff"
"YA" !

[Repeat Chorus]

(Various sexual noises throughout end of song)

@ Three 6 Mafia