Uhh huhh. Tha Three 6 Mafia. Loungin' in tha studio.
Finna' give ya'll a little demonstration of how we
kick it here in tha M - Town. Finna drop it somthin'
like this.....
DJ Paul
See in tha Memphis, them playaz be kinda like laid back. In some cream ass rides.
Blunts in tha sack, I'm blowin' tha back. Hittin' tha park about three, sometimes
a little lata'. Tha last thing of tha week. And they couldn't get any greata'. They
leavin' tha park and hittin' tha South Park strip. RIDE. Tha South Gatin' skatin'
ring leader on that night. We in tha lot bumpin' our underground rap tapes. Paul and
Juicy Part 2. And for anotha' one they just couldn't wait. We bangin' tha Crips sweatin'
into tha room. W - 30's as we (?) in every scenes we use. Straight from tha 4 track,
Two and simple (?) Through a pimpsta' mode. Now its time to hit tha stereo's stores and
collect. We at tha club Friday's and Saturday's special request made. Me and Juice Man
hit tha tables, scouped tha Scarecrow right off tha 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].
Chorus
Pimpin' my grooves, We got to ride.
Ridin' Through tha door with my homies,
gettin' smoked out. In Da Summa.
Koopsta Knicca
(?) dog, as we bump through tha Mystic fog. Me, Scarecrow, Crunchy, Skinny G, and all
my botha'z call. Fly, got his mind up in tha sky as we chiefin' blunts. Black Glocks
thats in tha ride, fiendin' fo' a homicide. Some Tanqeray grab my yey mess with little
(?). Thats 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 tha trama, head is broken.....
Scarecrow
Some of tha Scarecrow want tha ceremony, Till tha sun sets. Me ease, until tha nightfall
breeze. Rise up to tha darkness, listen close to noises in tha steets. 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 plot of dirt. Then hit Paul up on his home.
Tellin' him to bring his slow ass on, So we can hit tha honey comb before tha ganja's gone.
Da' Summa'
Chorus
Pimpin' my grooves, We got to ride.
Ridin' Through tha door with my homies,
gettin' smoked out. In Da Summa.
Juicy J
Pass tha little J, Koop. Then lets take a ride and shoot. To tha high school. North Side,
where tha playaz rule. I'm scopin' all tha freaks. With some weave and a sexy switch. "Can
I get cha numba?"
Gangsta Boo
"I gotta Man"
J
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 tha lines. Made enough from evergreen to holla at Blac and
Cam, cheifin' on tha blunts. In tha alley slangin' balla' yeah. Couldn't forget my roadie
Big Kurt, Swally, and Dion. Project Pat and tha L Mary Shootin' Teflon. Touched a few homies
who I grew up in tha hood with me. And tha ones in Orange Mound and tha University. Yeah.
Its gettin' late and I'm a ballin' down Elvis street. Blowin' my horn, tryin' to get this
girls attention in front of me. Cuz' everyday I'm out here tryin to get a freak's number.
That's how tha Juice is....in Da Summa.
Chorus
Pimpin' my grooves, We got to ride.
Ridin' Through tha door with my homies,
gettin' smoked out. In Da Summa.