Three 6 Mafia - Wona Get Some, I Got Some Lyrics
feat. Tear Da Club Up Thugs, T-Rock [Intro: DJ Paul] Yeah HC mutha *****in P nigga Hypnotized mutha *****in Mindz ***** For you mutha *****in rinky dink records up out there Ya'll know who ya'll is, there's a bunch of you mutha *****a's DJ Paul and Juicy J wannabe ass niggas T-Rock rock that shit fo these (?) [Verse 1: T-Rock] My house of representitives, be A town assassins That'll cause a riot in any shape form or fashion Run up in your grill, when attention who we blastin' Now woo now we presidental thing, cause you was flashin' We some alcoholic niggas, we cause depression' A-tech in this mobb, niggas mashin' for cashin' Amazed what we see the crooked police harassin' All because we makin' cheddar other clicks are lackin' Down for the cause, where you haters wanna brawl Got my back against the wall, Hypnotized Camp I call We some treal figgas', drug heal niggas, makin' (?) quicker Livin' in the world where it's hard not to kill niggas Enemies is layin', unless they hold in tight them brain cells Sacraficein' every chick that they can make, because of fame mama Clean till I'm gone, like I'm ridin on the chrome Shakin' all the playa haters, soking knowledge in my dome [Chrous: DJ Paul] x2 Little Ass Boy You Gone Hear This And Feel Me Smilien In My Face But Chu Really Wanna Kill Me Any one of you niggas' wanna get some i got some Any one of you niggas' wanna get some i got some Little Ass Boy You Gone Hear This And Feel Me Smilien In My Face But Chu Really Wanna Kill Me Any one of you niggas' wanna get some i got some Any one of you niggas' wanna get some i got some [DJ Paul] Ohhwee it's gettin' hot up in here You mutha *****a's learned some technique yet nigga I start this shit...changed the beat up [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] Get back from me nigga here come lord your *****in' nemesis Back on your premisices, remember what I left on ***** You hoes can't take me, you can't fake me you can't make me, you can't break me, Always shady, and I leave yo weakass (?) I got no fears and no pain in my veins mayn I been insane coming free in the black rain You wanna step up to the mayn, well put yourself in danger I'm like the ranger from the west and obsessed with anger I hear the room was from consumers and this shit is funny The niggas talkin' shit, it's niggas who ain't got no money They make a sale off ***** a grip they askin never again They make a sack a stick to ***** they askin never stick They make a sack to spit this gangsta shit they'll never spit So walk up faking feel the shackin' drowning in *****in' piss Trick yo' gossip, your like fossets so I let you leak Lord is elitein' now I beat you like a hoggy beat [Chorus] x1 [Verse 3: Juicy J] Mayn you *****es got problems, let it be known hoe This whoadie gone solve 'em, when it be one who *****ing round wit grown men That Hypnotized Camp HCP we got that pump, cut up your *****in' neck Man I'm glad these niggas gonna the ***** up out the Posse Songs Now I'm smilin in an (?) ridin on chrome Singin'...No new niggas in our click we thick, we rich, we glist, we been down for years [Verse 4: DJ Paul] I done been up on your corner, I done smoked up all they weed I done hold down with your killas, I done corner them for there g's Niggas talkin' bout yo ass, say you ain't nuthin but a ***** Say you always claimin killa, but for real you suckin' dick Yeah it's funny how it is to see a nigga in a thong Get them glocks with the pop, you gone break yo ass and run I ain't *****in' wit yo kind and I ain't got no point to prove Let yo legs move be a mutha *****in best move..***** [Chorus] x1
