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Three 6 Mafia

Love To Make A Stang

 

Love To Make A Stang

(album: Vol. 3 - Kings Of Memphis - 2000)


[Lord Infamous:]
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane

[DJ Paul:]
I'm scoping out ya busta cause I got no love f-izz-or ya
I got green Chevy wid a trunk that'll hold ya, down
'Til I reach my part of town Blackside bound clown
Shoot ya down, have ya ever heard the sound
Of a S-K auto round, trick
Ditch a bitch in a second click, quick
On a rapper for the hell of it
Similar to love that I got for Three six
Sixness in the heart of me
Cause my b-izz-ody wid a love for robbery

[Lord Infamous:]
Scarecrow wid the cloudy smoke flying out my mouth
The little hundred rounds give it to me now, or me pow
Me cock a slug, drop you in thee mud, in thee blood
Eventually you pass away and then me choke on me bud
Me wonder why smoking this thunder
Makes me go and hunt out a nigga for money
I start to share out all ah the money
And me do not stop until that bloody Sunday
No matter sunshine or rain
Mane shut the fuck up and give me everythang

Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane

[Juicy J:]
Back in the days, as a kid I played "stick 'em up"
Now I'm getting buck, gained nuts
Robbing armored trucks
Walking through the streets of Hyde Park
When it's pitch dark
Coming out the cuts, wid a gat
When I'm ready to rob
Hard to my job
I was making bustas think twice
Thinking that I'm fucking nice
Knowing I'll make they body ice cold
Then throw 'em in the hideaway where bodies lay
Wid them thangs, we'll split ya brain
When we stang

Because me real-, because me real
Because me real-, because me really love to make a stang
Because me real-, because me real
Because me real-, because me really love to make a stang

Because me real-, because me real
Because me real-, because me really love to make a stang
Because me real-, because me real
Because me real-, because me really love to make a stang

Because me real-, because me real
Because me real-, because me really love to make a stang

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