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Three 6 Mafia feat. Project Pat-Roll With It
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Three 6 Mafia
Three 6 Mafia
Performer
Project Pat
Project Pat
Performer
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Programming
Juicy J
Juicy J
Programming
Kurt Clayton
Kurt Clayton
Programming
Carlos Broady
Carlos Broady
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Beauregard
Paul Beauregard
Songwriter
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Patrick Houston
Patrick Houston
Songwriter
Darnell Carlton
Darnell Carlton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Producer
Juicy J
Juicy J
Producer
"Crazy" Mike Foster
"Crazy" Mike Foster
Recording Engineer

Tekst Utworu

Let me chirp these fools Juice got weed, Juice got bills Juice got their work on the corner cuttin' deals Juice know you haters out there snitchin' ain't for real So Juice got some game, niggaz, down for the kill Juice know the feds got surveillance on the field We never had a job but we sittin' on a mill We ball out in the club with our niggaz stayin' trill We never wrote a check just them big face bills A playa drinkin' Makers, Marker, cranberry vodka Wearin' a mink coat that's furry as Chewbacca I saw ya main gal and a playa had to stop her Her name wasn't Silkk but her face was The Shocker The feds takin' pictures of us ballin' but I got 'em A seven-footer hole for his body, we gon drop 'em We always on the grind, we be watchin' when they watchin' And when they turn they back, it's the clucka-clucka, rock 'em, yeah If you boys got beef, we can roll with it In the club or the street, we can go with it It don't make me none blow for blow with it Crack his head with a gun, I'ma sho split it If you boys got beef, we can roll with it In the club or the street, we can go with it It don't make me none blow for blow with it Crack his head with a gun, I'ma sho split it We got them tones in the club and them bulletproof vests Them three 57 titanium Smith & Wess And plus we deep as hell and prepared to bust You gonna have hell if you fuck with us and that's what's up The whole club, we maintain These hydra-shock bullets mushroom in ya brain We in bed with the med, give 'em somethin' to do 'Cause clown ass niggaz love to act the fool My hood is real nigga, my hood ain't fake My hood is home nigga, everythang straight My hood will rob you with mask on they face My hood will do it to put food on they plate My hood ain't tame dog, they wanna jump fool My hood, they hang together, they all jump you And if you don't believe me then come to my hood And you will see that it ain't all good If you boys got beef, we can roll with it In the club or the street, we can go with it It don't make me none blow for blow with it Crack his head with a gun, I'ma sho split it If you boys got beef, we can roll with it In the club or the street, we can go with it It don't make me none blow for blow with it Crack his head with a gun, I'ma sho split it
Writer(s): Steve Winwood, Lamont Herbert Dozier, Brian Holland, Will Jennings, Eddie Holland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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