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Just Like Ous
13,406
Hip-Hop/Rap
Just Like Ous was released on June 13, 2000 by LOUD Records as a part of the album When the Smoke Clears
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Release DateJune 13, 2000
LabelLOUD Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Crunchy Black
Crunchy Black
Vocals
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Vocals
Gangsta Boo
Gangsta Boo
Vocals
Juicy J
Juicy J
Vocals
Koopsta Knicca
Koopsta Knicca
Vocals
Lord Infamous
Lord Infamous
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Darnell Carlton
Darnell Carlton
Songwriter
Lola Mitchell
Lola Mitchell
Songwriter
Paul Beauregard
Paul Beauregard
Songwriter
RICKY DUNIGAN
RICKY DUNIGAN
Songwriter
Robert Cooper Phillips
Robert Cooper Phillips
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Producer
Juicy J
Juicy J
Producer
Lil Pat
Lil Pat
Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer
Larry Nix
Larry Nix
Mastering Engineer
Kevin Nix
Kevin Nix
Mastering Engineer
Kurt Clayton
Kurt Clayton
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
They wanna dress like, wanna sound like
Wanna be like, ride like, get high like, make cheese like
The motherfucking Three 6, bitch, you gotta problem wit' 'em?
The motherfucking Three 6, ho, got a problem wit' 'em?
[Verse 2]
I'm from the part of Tennessee called SPV
Spray pesty varmints
Catch ya, busta boy, I beat 'em, blow 'em up outta his dormants
Punk ass **** be tryna stick a light up under me like some ornaments
Don't make me grab the case
That's full of the weapons and heavy compartments
Bitch **** killin' me, better be eatin' some porridge
You got some courage
Punk motherfucker, don't make me go get that there Uzi
Up under the storage
Bitches bloody, Satan waitin' there to just send it, starin'
Armageddon soldiers comin' to sweep this crew away
[Verse 3]
You tryna be like me, you can't be like me
It's hard to be me, like them stunts on TV, G
You see me hustlin', workin' my muscle in
Puttin' my 2 cents where it can be trusted in
You musta been a silly fool
Thinkin' you could wear my shoes, damn fool
I walked a mile, I hawked 'em down
Understand now how everybody don't wanna frown
[Verse 4]
They wanna dress like, wanna sound like
Wanna be like, ride like, get high like, make cheese like
The motherfucking Three 6, bitch, you gotta problem wit' 'em?
The motherfucking Three 6, ho, got a problem wit' 'em?
They wanna dress like, wanna sound like
Wanna be like, ride like, get high like, make cheese like
The motherfucking Three 6, bitch, you gotta problem wit' 'em?
The motherfucking Three 6, ho, got a problem wit' 'em?
[Verse 5]
One thousand, your kid kidnapped and fucked in the mouth
Two G's, wife never seen again but nothing to brag about
Three thousand, car blown up, house burned to the ground
Four G's, run up in ya weak ass show, lettin' off rounds
Five thousand, best friend found naked and decapitated
Six G', ya broke ass buried alive 'cause yo ass hated
Seven G's, he ain't worth it, I kill the **** myself, dead
Catch 'em in the haven, put something hot up in his head
[Verse 6]
I'm real from the junt (Junt)
Never was a punk (Punk)
North Memphis bound, bitch, buck as hell and crunk (Crunk)
You might catch me deep (Deep)
On your fuckin street (Street)
Buckin' wit' the tech-9's, sweep you off your feet (Feet)
Drankin' on that liquor (Liquor)
Killin' wit' my **** (****)
Hangin' on the corner wit' a fucking rusty pistol (Pistol)
Step up to me, ho (Ho)
When you on that blow (Blow)
I'ma, till you hit the floor
[Verse 7]
They wanna dress like, wanna sound like
Wanna be like, ride like, get high like, make cheese like
The motherfucking Three 6, bitch, you gotta problem wit' 'em?
The motherfucking Three 6, ho, got a problem wit' 'em?
They wanna dress like, wanna sound like
Wanna be like, ride like, get high like, make cheese like
The motherfucking Three 6, bitch, you gotta problem wit' 'em?
The motherfucking Three 6, ho, got a problem wit' 'em?
[Verse 8]
Please don't test our wrist, don't steal this
Waitin' for she tell, every style mystic
Pimp shit hits, never miss those red
Settin' you a miss when I spray the AK
Plus I flex, a hella gay, will you catch a boy?
Ever since a boy, always had black toy
So we ain't goin' out, no punk, I'm knockin' out y'all
Dead body froze, hard core, see man choose
[Verse 9]
Well all them hoes that used to be down wit' me
I signed a deal, made some money, now you bitches doubtin' me?
Bitches tryna blast at me
Or am I dreamin' the motherfuckers be after me?
Why you tryna be like me? You labeled as a wanna be
You ghetto hoes, you need to read up on this gangsta, boo
'Cause you might find a tip, bitch, that can help you
L'ma down chick, **** be wantin' to crown chick
Stay around chick, whenever, however, it's goin' down, bitch
[Verse 10]
They wanna dress like, wanna sound like
Wanna be like, ride like, get high like, make cheese like
The motherfucking Three 6, bitch, you gotta problem wit' 'em?
The motherfucking Three 6, ho, got a problem wit' 'em?
They wanna dress like, wanna sound like
Wanna be like, ride like, get high like, make cheese like
The motherfucking Three 6, bitch, you gotta problem wit' 'em?
The motherfucking Three 6, ho, got a problem wit' 'em?
Written by: Jordan Houston, Paul Beauraguard
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