Triple 6 Mafia lyrics
Triple 6 Mafia lyrics
"Grab The Gauge lyrics"
Come And Get It lyrics
(K.Sanders/H.Nitsch) Chorus: C'mon, come and get it baby If you really want this, babe C'mon and get it yourself You know that you can't deny it In your heart you wanna try it C'mon and get it yourself Boy, since I've been seeing you you're the only thing on my mind I contemplate what to do You're everything that I want to find You're telling me that you are confused You say you wanna love me without being used Baby, you can give it
(K.Sanders/H.Nitsch) Chorus: C'mon, come and get it baby If you really want this, babe C'mon and get it yourself You know that you can't deny it In your heart you wanna try it C'mon and get it yourself Boy, since I've been seeing you you're the only thing on my mind I contemplate what to do You're everything that I want to find You're telling me that you are confused You say you wanna love me without being used Baby, you can give it
[Hook: (4x)] Grab my guage and then erase Grab my guage and then erase Ride up on the street And put some niggas in the front page [Verse 1: Gangsta Boo] Naughty naughty motherfuckers get the feelin' ah this shit This shit so funky comes way under nigga grounds are Triple 6 I'm smokin' out, I'm livin' large, I keep you hatas out my face Yo life is over motherfucka, when I grab ahold that guage My niggas from the Three 6 click they keep me hooked up on that game I'm chargin' niggas daily maybe, lady, is out to get paid You hoes can't fuck wit me I'm flowin', showin', hoes I ain't no hata Comin' strictly from the South-side gettin' greater later Everybody wanna ride for he say she say they say next You suckas need to grow up out that kiddy shit Quit fakin' just cause ah Three, Six, Mafia Coming nine-six, to two G bitch Misses lady gangsta on that weed, chicken rib shit Just to let you know mLightning Bar Blues lyricsy partner hoe come on the scenery Scenery, filled wid red dots, infra red beams Now where you gon' go? You can't hide your life is over kid, It's time for the killin' Cause you have fucked up wid the wrong ass bitch [Hook 4x] [Verse 2: DJ Paul & Juicy J] [DJ Paul] Man this nigga kill me tellin' these people that he's about to go nationwide When he gotta drop his tapes of his self Plus he gotta call Kim, to get a ride [Juicy J] I saw the motherfucka standin' out in front ah Best talkin' about, bout my tape The nigga talk about the hard shit on that tape, Knowin' he sweet as cake [DJ Paul] The type ah nigga to tell these hoes that's he about to blow the fuck up The only blowin' up bitch you doin' Is when I stick the grenade in your butt [Juicy J] He say he smokin' so many blunts I can't tell, ooh, he's a liar I saw you for real, Hit that ill shit, You female buyer [DJ Paul] Juice man I know what you sayin' These hoes b
I don't need no diamond ring I don't need no Cadillac car Just want to drink my Ripple wine Down in the Lightnin' Bar Down in the Lightnin' Bar Some people value fortune and fame I don't care about 'em none Just want to drink my Ripple wine I want to have my good time fun Have my good time fun CHORUS When I die don't cry for me Don't bury me at all Place my livin', laughin', lovin' bones In a jar of alcohol Hundred proof alcohol CHOLimousine lyricskillin' me ever so softly, But little bit a bitch boy know I be sellin' his first cassette or tape offa me [Juicy J] Don't forget about the dope, You enraged, after you got that page, From a doctor from the health department Tellin' you you are gettin' fatal wid AIDS [DJ Paul] This hoe boy holdin' card Was a mad bit than he bought for the two pon it Then he got fucked signed his contract You bitch boy you's a fuckin' dummy [Juicy J] Lookin' tryna deal wid big time cars, thieves, put 'em on dem CDs Young nigga you'll never sell more than the Three 6, bitch please [Hook (4x)] [Verse 3: Lord Infamous & Koopsta] Infamous is comin' strapped like an Italian Arabic I reckon I wreckin' ya South American Killa guerilla Colombian Muslim or some, loop Maniac, comin' to rip your damn head of your neck put your heart in the back and I spit on yo ashes and straight to the head for the chief and the blunt of the Indicut down in my
I'm leaving home your baby's gone My mind is ache Ijust can't sleep With that locomotion theme in my black old limousine. No wooden heart I feel the rain They drink champagne Ijust can't sleep With that locomotion theme in my black old limousine. My locomotion dream - Locomotion dream - living here in my black old limousine Locomotion dream - living here in my black old limousine Locomotion dream - living here in my black old lI'm A Tell-U lyricsstash, I reside in the insane asylum the bodies I pound 'em on Infamous Island where there is no smilin' the niggas buckwild and the weapons are silenced there's nothing combine us, Military barbarian buck 'em and bury 'em fuck wid the scarier, insanitarium, popper and carry 'em, There's no merry love, only murder blood, Till I take something worst out ah all ah these hollow points burst and disperse going through flesh and bone through the back of your shirt you be burnt up and buried in dirt that'll work, The Scarecrow be smokin' these niggas for shit they can't get wid these bitches they'll never compare, I'm comin' from the land of Triple 6 niggas still sufferin' every day that I swear [Koopsta Knicca] I see them fucking pressin' on they brother man, It happens everyday don't make me grab the guage, Dangerously I play I best to kill wid guage And put ya body in the back of that grey Chevrolet [Hook ('til fade)]
People! You're stuck in nineteen seventy-four witcha boring producers Your videos are boring, same girls singin Everybody tryin to be George Clinto and Jimi Hendrix wannabes I'm beyong that average cha cha, that trendy Southside music People don't hate, just motivate You spent twenty years rappin about diamonds and Dom P Moet and bubbly, while you front your wife and girlfriend hug me Studio gangsters lamp at Fort Lee With transex