Uh uhh, the 6 Mafia Loungin' in the give y'all a little demonstration Of how we kick it in the M-town Finna' somethin' like this
See in Memphis, them be kind of like laid back In some clean ass rides, blunts in the sack, I'm the pack Hittin' the park three, sometimes a little later The last day of the week and they any greater They leavin' the and hittin' the South Park strip, ride The South Gatin' skatin' ring later on night
We in the lot bumpin' our rap tapes Paul and Juicy part 2, and for one, hey, just couldn't wait We back at the crib sweatin' into the as [unverified] in every scenes we use Straight from the 4 track, two and simple That's through a mode
Now it's time to hit the stereos stores and We at the club Friday's and Saturday's special made Me and Juice Man hit the tables, coopsta ,Scarecrow rock the so bunk, there some fools always gotta start a fight They usually made us close up that night, in da summa In da
Pimpin' my grooves, we just Ridin' through the with my homies Gettin' out In da
Pimpin' my grooves, we just Ridin' through the hood my homies smoked out In da
my grooves, we just ride Ridin' through the with my homies Gettin' out In da
my grooves, we just ride Ridin' through the hood with my smoked out In da
off red dog, as we bump through the mystic fog Me, Scarecrow, Crunchy, Skinny G, and all my call Fly got his mind in the sky as we blunts Black Glocks in the ride fiendin' for a homicide
Tanqueray grab my yey mess with little [unverified] That's how we always did it I was a troubled kid But we don't cuz our heart is pumpin' blood like thunder No man up in the trauma, head is In Da Summa
of the Scarecrow want the ceremony Till the sun sets me ease, until the night breeze Rise up to the darkness, listen close to in the streets Grab my Uzi up Indonesia, 6 need my breeze
Don't want me black khaki and me black t-shirt And my automatic gats in case I had to dig up a plot of Then hit Paul up on his home, tell him to his slow ass on So we can hit the honey comb before the gone, Da Summa
Pimpin' my grooves, we ride through the hood with my homies Gettin' out In da
my grooves, we just ride Ridin' through the hood with my smoked out In da
Pimpin' my grooves, we ride through the hood with my homies Gettin' out In da
my grooves, we just ride Ridin' through the hood with my smoked out In da
Pass the E and J, Koop, then let's take a and shoot To the school, North Side where the playaz rule I'm all the freaks, with some weave and a sexy switch "Can I get ya numba?" "I man"
Well, I'm a holla Ballin' down violent time, one on my mind If pull me over I be hopin' they don't find the nine enough from evergreen to holla at Blac and Cam Chiefin' on the blunts in the alley slangin' balla',
Couldn't my roadie big Kurt, Swally, and Dion Project Pat and the [unverified] shootin' a few homies who I grew up in the hood with me And the ones in Orange [unverified] University, yeah
It's gettin' late and I'm down Elvis street Blowin' my horn, tryin' to get this girl in front of me 'Cuz everyday I'm out tryin' to get a freak number how the Juice is in da summa
Pimpin' my grooves, we ride Ridin' the hood with my homies Gettin' out In da
Pimpin' my grooves, we ride through the hood with my homies Gettin' out In da
my grooves, we just ride Ridin' through the with my homies Gettin' out In da
Pimpin' my grooves, we just through the hood with my homies smoked out In da
That's how we do it, so how it is The Three 6 in the house for the '95 Straight the M-town The Juice DJ Paul, Infamous the Scarecrow The Koopsta and Crunchy Black We out