Dancin On A Pole-Three 6 Mafia Lyrics

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Chorus X2: You Like That?(I Like That) You Want That?(I Want That). Apple Bottom Booty, Nice Rack With A Fat Cat. Dance Like You Dancin' On A Pole(How You Like That?) Now Dance Like You Dancin' On A Pole(How You Like That?)
Refrain #1: Come On, Hang Out With The Juice-man, 'cause Im Yo Nigga. I Can Even Last Longa, And My Pants Is Biggaa. Ain't No Choosy Type Dude, I'll Take A Dark Skinna, or That Girl On BET, That Be Hostin' With Tigaa. It Don't Matta To A Playa, 'cause I'm Icy To The Toe, and When I Walk Outside, I Can Jump Up In The Rolls. I See Ya Dancin' In The Club, Like You Strippin' Off Your Clothes. You Need To Hit Me On My Chur, 'cause You Allready Chose.
Now Can A Man Get Choooose In These Kinda Cloooothes? I Run Uo In The Back, Hoes Dancin' On A Pole The Bar's On Me But Just For My Dogs 'cause A Lot Of These Niggas Be Savin' They Brawds Look At Every Nigga Tryna Tip The Bitch and When She Ain't Payin' Shit you Wanna Whoop The Bitch So Please Listen To My Words it's 100% Thug Yo Pimpin You Can't Take It stay Out The Strip Club
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I Need A Hoe... 2 Get Down And Wont Break Baaack and Bring Back Dat Of Dat Caaat See I Aint Go Be Actin Maaad Cause She Have To Twurk Dat Aazz you Can Bring It Dead In Yo Baaack You See I Got A Dank Did Daaat See Money Dont Grow Too Faaast Dont Think Slow Baby Just Think Faaast
If I Ws A Dog Wit It Mane She Poppin Long Wit It Chrome Coleoin Tryin To See Can We All Hit It Hell Yea I Like Dat Standin Wit Ya Nice Rack Apple Bottom Booty Wit The Thong Showin Out Of Dat Shorty Shes A Bad Chick Nothin Like An Average On The Real Dog Mane I Think I Gotta Have It Yea
Chorus4x
New Three 6 Mafia Most Known Unknown Its Goin Down
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Da Summer-Three 6 Mafia Lyrics

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DJ Paul Talking] Yeah, Yall Know What Time It Is Three 6 Mafia In This Thang And We Heated It We Bout To Let Yall Know What The Business Is In The M-town Like, Like
[DJ Paul] See In Memphis Them Thugs Be Kind Of Like Layed Back In Some Clean Ass Rides Bustin A Sac Or Hittin A Pack My Converty Been Dirty In The Grass But I Gotta Get It Cleaned Up I'm Fresh For Ya Pop A Drank And I Gotta Get Beamed Up I'm Calling My Team Up Mess Witcha Pull List In Marietta I'm Looking At About Eleven Meet Me At For I Gun And Get 'em Them G's And Them Fiends So Deep them Fools Always Gotta Start Some Shit And Now The Coppers Done Ran A Player Clean Off The Strip
Up In The Summer [Koopsta Knicca] Book Of Red Dark As We Busted Through The Misty Fog Me, Scarecrow, Juicy, Boo, Crunchy, Just Sign My Role List Paul None But That 9 Up On My Side That Side You Tried To Fight Got Bitches On My Side Get These Bitches Out Now Who Got That Fire Please Pass Me That Light My Nigga when Ya Doing That Gin Just Want That Really, Really Want That Henney Just want To Fucking Flare And Men My Lung Just Busted Open From Disc Under That'll Land Up In A Trauma Koopsta Coming From Da Summer
[Hook - 4X] Getting My Groove We Got To Ride Ridin' Through The Hood With My Homies Getting Stoked Out In Da Summer
[Gangsta Boo] When Gangsta Boo Ride Ride With Me Baby I'm Getting Caught Ya Come Across A Chick Lil' Somethin Who Sets It Off Its Da Summer Boy Lets Get Together And Hit The Pool Skinny-dipping Yeah That's What I'm Saying It's All Good Ex-ed Out A Little Baby They Call Me The Lady Boo It's No Prob' To Me You Hypnotized A Little Always Da Summer Who Got Me Loose Come And Play With Me Lets Go Shine Together Dude Come And Ride With Me In Da Summer [Scarecrow]
See In Da Summer Can I Cut 'em Off Gotta Keep A Easy Eye Out For The Law Scarecrow Chop A Limb Down, Burn A Log Wanna Spread Nothing None Till It Kinda Slung Keep A Big Bank And Buzz When The Summer Fall Then I Roll Up A Crumb Till It Gotcha Gone Here Come Another Bum Wanna Winning Won Crunchy, Boo, Let Me Hit It Triple Honey Hun For The Birds That Don't Know That's Yellow Pre-coasted Quick On The Medal And I Will Leap I Will Mail It It Makes Me Slow Down The Pedal Don't Watch That Dope I Can't Sell It You And The Jealousy Mellow Because You Can't Fuck With Rebels Lord Infamous Hot As A Kettle In Da Summer
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[Juicy J] Pastor E. And J, Grandma Gay, Lets Take A Ride And Shoot North Side Where They Break The Rules To My High School I'm Scoping Out Some Freaks In The Streets What's Up With Them Dingy Shoes, And Maybe I'ma Holler Trick With A Sexy Switch Rolling Through The Green Pearl Clean What's Up Black And Kim Chiefin On The Swishers Slangin Way Down To The Ground While I'm Dozing Off On You 'cause Haters Squalling Call 'em Kirks DM Riding On 20 Chromes Under The Seat He Keep Them Tones
In Da Summer We Be Coming [Crunchy Black] We Be Dropping Just Like Women We Be Hurting 'em Hypnotize We Be Taking People Under When I Popped Up On The Scene Do You People Remember Me? We Were Fuller Of That Green We Were High Up On That Dream Yeah, Crunchy Still The Same No, That Game Didn't Make Me Change All We Got A Little Change Used To D Now You People Be Acting Strange I'm Used To Game All Them People Be Calling Your Name Wont You Catch Up With Them Lames ''cause You Trying To Steal My Fame In Da Summer [Chorus 4X]
[Lord Infamous Talking]
keep It Rollin', Keep It Rollin' Yeah, Yeah, Keep It Rollin', Keep It Rollin', Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Another Hot One Three 6 Mafia Heatin' It Up Earthquakin' It, Bakin' It, Another Summer Hit Low Down Dirty Mafia, (mafia), Mafia, (mafia), Mafia, (mafia
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Da Summa-Three 6 Mafia Lyrics

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[Lord Infamous] Intro Uh- Uhh, The Three 6 Mafia. Loungin' In The Studio. Finna' Give Y'all A Little Demonstration of How We Kick It Here In The M-town Finna' Drop Ya Somethin' Like This......
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Da First Date-Three 6 Mafia Lyrics

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[Intro] (Tastes Good, Tastes Good, Tastes Good) Man: So What's Up With You Right Now? Girl: What You Mean What's Up With Me? What's Up With You? Man: I'm Trying To Find Out What You Want To Do Girl: I Think I Need To Go Home Chill Out, Relax Man: I Think You Need To Go With Me And Lay Down And Relax With Me Girl: Naw It's Too Early For That Man: Too Early? I Been Thinking About It For A Long Time Girl: But I Just Met You I Don't Do That...on The First Date Man: Been With A Man You Should Have Been Doing It Girl, What's Wrong With you? Girl: What's Wrong With You? You Ain't Getting None
[DJ Paul] The Shit Started Off Real Well Real Swell The Bitch Was Talking Lovely She Got Me Scooping Her From The Crib Say Around 8:30 It'll Be My First Time Hitting This Bitch I Gotta Work I Call Me Nigga Big L For About Two Ounces To Serve I Jumped In Some Kinda Fresh Smelling Like Is It Me? I'm Thinking I Know I'm Anxious This Bitch Is Beeping Me This One Right Here Is Too Wheezy I'm Damn Near Scared Of That But I'ma Let You Boys Know When I Take Care Of That I'm Pulling Up To The Crib Lights Out I Hit Her Nextel Celli Tell Her To Come On Out Stepping Out Of The Crib Sexy Looking Bad As Hell I'm Knowing Goddamn Well I'm Bout To Get In That Tail So We Pulled Out First Stop J&S Liquor Store Don't You Play No Games Young Boy You Know That's Where I Gotta Go She Talking About Going Back To My Crib But That Ain't Trying To Happen I Changed The Subject Poured Another Cup And I Kept On Yapping Jumped On The Title Of Six Hoping The Hoe Peeps Game Hickeys All Over Her Neck So I Know She Got A Man I'm Coming Out Can We Fuck? I'm On My Period Bitch The Lies So I Dropped The Trick Off At The First Stop Sign And I'ma Holla Hoe
[Chorus] My Conversates I'm Trying To Fuck On The First Date Weaving All On That Oil But Still You Hesitate I'm Wasting Time With This Funk Ass Bitch Riding Round With This Drunk Ass Bitch Hoe Let It Bump
[Juicy J] Chicken Chicken Don't Be Tripping When I'm Bout To Spit This Pimping Stacking Cheese And Counting Up Easy Cause You Know I'm Into Winning Heard Your Niggas Like A Pigeon Punk Ass Faggotts Always Switching See That Lexus That He Ride In I Got That Strapped On My Wrist'n Come On Hoe And Stop The Fronting Keep My Dick From Jumping Jumping Take A Shot Of Fifths And Liquor But I Can't Be Buying Nothing Where I'm From I Can't Be Saying Cause I'm Just To Cheap For Paying Can't Be Hanging Drinking Drinking With This Guru What A Behavior (moan) Bout To Ball The Troops To College Watching Haters Ow They Be Falling Looking For The Freaky Freakys That Be Chewing The Dick And Swallowing We Can Take A Short'n Riding Through The Cut To Reach Your Housing We Can Ride Down To The River While You Work On Using Your Mouth'n Everybody Know You Going Bet You Probably Saying Oh No'n Then I'm Gonna Teach You Lessons Stranglin All To Death And Rowing And Your Sister Know She With It Cause She Let Me Nigga Hit It Then She Get The Licking Licking Then She Have To Pay To Quit It
Chorus(x2)
[Lord Infamous] Bitch I Don't Wanna Just Hold Hands And Listen To Slow Jams I'm Not With That Romance Or Candle Light Slow Dance Hoe Why Don't You Take A Chance? Ain't Like You Ain't Fucked Before Come Out Those Tight Ass Pants Stop Thinking That I Won't Call No More Don't Listen To The Rumors That Lord Will School Ya And Slide You Wanna Wine And Dine But Don't Wanna Bump And Grind There's Plenty Hoes That Wanna Bone So Next Time We Don't Get It On The Next Time You Phone You Gets A Dial Tone Bitch
[Koopsta Knicca] There's Many Bitches That's Fine As Fuck Tell Me How Many Dicks That They Done Sucked? (say What?) Them Pretty Bitches That Like To Suck No Telling, Tell Me How Many Niggas They Done Fucked? (say What?) One To The Honey Bitch Over In The Corner Two To The Bitch On The Porch Take 'em To The Bathroom Dick Them In The Fucking Moon Make 'em 'til Their Toes Rub On This Side Fuck What The Fuck You Want Though? Could It Be My Back Room Door Wide Open Naw You Know That'd Make Me Mad The Cheese In My Pocket Please For The Head On The Dash Koopsta Knicca Sleeping On The Bitch On The Weekend Weekend
Chorus(x2)
DJ Paul: Hoe Get Up Out My Shit! Ugly Bitch I Aint Wanna Fuck Your Little Stanking Ass Anyway Bitch Only Reason I Man Motherfucking Man Took Your Motherfucking Ass And Babysitted You All Night Bitch 'Cause My Nigga Was Trying To Fuck You Motherfucking Dike Ass Greedy Little Ugly Drunk Stanking Breath Ass Bitch Cigarette Smoking Ass Hoe Get The Fuck Up Out My Car Bitch! (Tastes Good, Tastes Good, Tastes Good...)

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Crown Me-Three 6 Mafia Lyrics

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(Choris) I Got A Misstress Bytch Wit Big Tits, And The Hoes On The Corner Makin Me Rich , All The Hatas In The Town Tryin To Down Me But This Pimpin Goes On So Nigga CROWN ME
Juice Man You Can Call Me Juicy Jigalo You Can Call Me Dr. Hoe Long As You Got My Dough When I Hit The Corna Sroll, Everybody Say They Pimpin Clamin They Got Two Three Woman Matchin On A Big Ass Hill Wit A Pool And Take A Swim An Stupid Bytch You Know This Game Cant You Tell His Pimpen Lame, Why He Neva Took You There Why, He Keep On Sellin You Drano? Find You All Across The State Wheres The Cash Though Wheres The Cake Man You Jus A Groopy Hoe, All Ya Men You Say You Brake But I Can't Tell, Say What I Cant Fell I Gots Ta Get All My Fuckin Mail, So Set This Boy Up Take Him To A Room Tell Him You Gots Pussy Commin Through From The Blue Lagoon, Then We Gonna Kick In The Door Wit The 4-4's Make His Eyes Buck Make Him Screem OH NO Put The Hoe Back On The Corner Take Some Nodose Make Em Stay Up All Night And Bring Back My Cheese So We Can Fight Bytch
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Fiend
Whatcha No About 70 Wenches Bunnys Gettin Money Asken Fied Daddy Is This Watcha Want From Me Got Moves Wit Twos Pay Em Befor Ya Slay Em Cause I Worked So HAARD Jus Ta Tame Em Scout That Mouth Abserb Them Curves And Lick Them Tits Watch Her Switch You Think She Was Made From A Bad Bytch Kit All Jones Befor She Met Me She Was Crawlin Homeless Now Aint Two Much That Baby Girl Consider Wrongless Divle Dable Like To Be Satled And Call Mommy And Could Give You A Look Like Playa Called Climen She Fresh All Good Up Out The Hood And She Do It That Wood Jus Like She Should And She Could The Thugs On Rims And Fucked My Frinds Aint Nuttin Knew To Her I Wont Touch Your Slim American Cheese And Chetter She Is Better Wit That Sexual Pleasure In All Leather At Ya Door Like Forever And She Got It
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Dj Paul
I Tell You What Imma Keep Pimpin These Hoes Across The Nation Why You Lazy Niggaz Sittin Back Waiten On Reperation Im At Tha Crib I Got 2 G's On Tha Way My Whole Crew, You At Ya Mommas House Waiten On Cartoon Part 2's But Youz A Dang Fool Nigga, Though Why You Got Pussy On Your Bowl Im Out Here Sellin These Hoe's I Got Some Girls On The Platnium Plus You Better Belive I Gots Some Girls At Cristys, I Keep Some Shyt Up My Sleve I Breath The Congac Breath My Brotha The Late Benzo Transfer The Pimpin Two Me As A Momento, I Pop A Mento And Staight Pimpen Ever So Clear, You Ask Me Where I Stay I Tell Ya When The Hoes Here I Slam The H2 To The Curb Wit Extra Seat In Back Its Prime Time So We Gon Stack On This Right Here Track Its Goin Down Like I Knew It Would We Gon Keep On Makin Money 'cause This Honney Is Good Ya Here Me.
(Choris) Till End

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