Lyrics
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 somethin’like this…
See in Memphis, them playaz be kind of like laid back
In some clean ass rides, blunts in the sack, I’m blowin’the pack
Hittin’the park about three, sometimes a little later
The last day of the week and they couldn’t any greater
They leavin’the park and hittin’the South Park strip. RIDE
The South Gatin’skatin’ring later on that night
We in the lot bumpin’our underground rap tapes
Paul and Juicy part 2, and for another one, hey just couldn’t wait
We back at the crib sweatin’into the room
W-30's as (?) in every scenes we use
Straight from the 4 track, two and simple cassette
That’s through a pimpsta’s mode.
Now it’s time to hit the stereos stores and collect
We at the club Friday’s and Saturday’s special request made
Me and Juice Man hit the tables, scooped the Scarecrow off the stage
Bangin’so bunk, there some fools always gotta start a fight
They usually made us close up early that night, In Da Summa. In Da Summa
Pimpin’my grooves, We got to ride
Ridin’through the door with my homies gettin’smoked out. In Da Summa.(4x)
Drunk off red dog, as we bump through the mystic fog
Me, Scarecrow, Crunchy, Skinny G, and all my bothaz call
Fly got his mind in the sky as we chiefin’blunts
Black Glocks that’s in the ride fiendin’for a homicide
Some Tanqueray grab my yey mess with little (?)
That’s how we always did it since I was a troubled kid
But we don’t stop cuz our heart is pumpin’blood like thunder
No man up in the trauma, head is broken In Da Summa
Some of the Scarecrow want the ceremony till the sun sets me ease
Until the night fall breeze
Rise up to the darkness, listen close to noises in the streets
Grab my Uzi up Indonesia, 6 fill need my breeze
Don’t want me black khaki slacks and me black t-shirt
And my automatic gats in case I had to dig up a plot of dirt
Then hit Paul up on his home
Tell him to bring his slow ass on So we can hit the honey comb before the ganja’s gone, Da Summa
Pass to little J, Koop. Then let’s take a ride and shoot
To the high school, North Side where the playaz rule
I’m scopin’all the freaks, with some weave and a sexy switch.
Can I get ya numba
I gotta man
Well I’m a holla trick
Ballin down violent time, one time on my mind
If they pull me over I be hopin’they don’t find the line
Made enough from evergreen to holla at Blac and Cam
Chiefin’on the blunts in the alley slangin’balla', yeah
Couldn’t forget my roadie big Kurt, Swally, and Dion
Project Pat and the (?) shootin’teflon
Just a few homies who I grew up in the hood with me And the ones in Orange Blossom (?) University. Yeah
It’s gettin’late and I’m ballin’down Elvis street
Blowin’my horn tryin’to get this girl attention in front of me Cuz everyday I’m out there tryin’to get a freak number
Thats how the Juice is… In Da Summa
Outro
That’s how we do it
So that’s how it is The Three 6 Mafia in the house for the '95
Straight from the M-town The Juice, DJ Paul, Lord Infamous the Scarecrow
The Koopsta Knicca, and Crunchy Black
We out
