Fuck That Shit Lyrics

[DJ Paul]

See I'mma ride me a chevy with them fo doors

And blow some dough, dough

Sit back and watch a flick on screens wid a red hoe

On double deuce, I met this bitch up at the club

I had a tech, if her neighbors wanna buck

Wid a nigga, cuz I'm from the south side of town

B-A-Z, and I'm reppin, even if ya aren't around

I match a blunt with the real

Shoot a bump with the real

But I ain't a baller, I just deal

With these drugs and thugs and these niggaz that's locked up

I lock em' down with some of that pure white stuff

Like some dro, pop a pill, sip some syrup, It ain't no deal

But you gotta stay the same when you high, keep it trill

And I still blow a blunt to take the pain out

Cuz if I don't get high, I'd probably blow my fuckin brains out

Cuz straight thugs love it, cuz I'mma keep it killa

And I'mma dedicate this to my real ass niggaz! YEA!

[Chorus]

[DJ Paul Talking]

Woooo! I think you know the mother fucking business now, wannabes! (In the

middle of the club)

Hypnotize Minds , Three 6 Mafia , roll with us, or get ran over, (In the

middle of the club)

Shoot with us, or get shot the fuck up nigga!

[Lord Infamous]

In the middle of the club, dolla on swoll

Take me a scoop, put it to my nose

Walkin through the crowd, knock your trick down

Pistol in my draws, don't make me pull it out

Twist another blunt, fill it real krunk

40 in the club, Outside it's the pump

Top off the syrup, take me a swig

There go my dawgs, What's Up My Nigs?

Security starin, they better not try it

Cuz we will start a mother fuckin riot!

The crowd is swayin, Three 6 playin

It's on now, no rules we obeying

Security pissed, they started to march

Just in time, I got outta dutch

But I was spotted, and kicked out

Ran back in, shots rang out!

[Chorus]

[Juicy J]

As a young nigga in the hood kinda pissed off

Cuz I gotta big bank, and his pockets too short

Frustrated all the time, wanna tear the roof off

Wanna be a gangsta, but the nigga too soft

Kinda sissified, like that famous fagot, Ru Paul

But he can not hide, letting them queers knock his boots off

Hope he get his shit together, grow up til he too tall

Instead of letting these rubbers go up in his ass, to raw!

[Crunchy Black]

Niggaz hatin on me, but they just don't know

C-B he gotta gun, and I'm bout to explode

Keep talking that shit, like you standin ten toe

You don't know me nigga, you don't know me bro

I'm up in the club, and I'm smoking on dope

Your bitch is talkin shit but its time to go

I'mma catch you little lame bitches at the door

And spray you bitch down, like a water hose!

[Chorus]

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