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Three 6 Mafia

Wonabees

 

Wonabees

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


[Project Pat:]
Wonabee wonabee
Everybody wonabee
Like a young G
Gold teeth, drinking Hennessy
Slang a ounce, to a bird
In the street, like the curb
Candy paint, twenty chrome
Chiefing on green herb

Wonabee wonabee
Everybody wonabee
Like a young G
Gold teeth, drinking Hennessy
Slang a ounce, to a bird
In the street, like the curb
Candy paint, twenty chrome
Chiefing on green herb

[Gangsta Boo:]
I got this clout now!
Back in the day, I wasn't here now!
Since I been dropping these verses
I'm out the head
Just like the babies wanna think I'll come home
I'm from the South bloaw
I got Hypnotize gear on my body, throw on the set
Real quick, y'all squeezing them triggers we bout to pop (pop)
Any fly lil' mama's boy, who moving up on the block
Think you the stuff, you think you rough, boy quit playing
Gangsta Boo know where she stay
Between the nozzle you laying

[Crunchy Black:]
You tryna wear my shoes
You tryna wear my clothes
You tryna be like me
I'm tryna be like you bro
What I'm really tryna say
You got to keep it all real
You can't be taking no deal
You gotta get you a meal
See it's hard out here
Peeps'll end ya career
See it's hard out here
People put you in a wheelchair
I'm tryna give you a meal
I'm tryna keep it all real
See you be faking a deal
So I'mma let ya see how it feel

Wonabee wonabee
Everybody wonabee
Like a young G
Gold teeth, drinking Hennessy
Slang a ounce, to a bird
In the street, like the curb
Candy paint, twenty chrome
Chiefing on green herb

[Project Pat:]
Wonabee wonabee
Everybody wonabee
Like a young G
Gold teeth, drinking Hennessy
Slang a ounce, to a bird
In the street, like the curb
Candy paint, twenty chrome
Chiefing on green herb

[Lord Infamous:]
Thinking ya balling this banging
Ya cold and ya hungry in ya sleep
You wish that was your life
So y'all been yapping for a chiefy
Ya greedy and fiending to be a happy [?] sa-super chi [?]
But you don't think it because there's plenty
Of dues to be paid, up in this industry
Wanna come in outta nowhere bitch
I kick you on the streets then run in yo ear
And yet you end up wid that set that you claim
To record lables your master start, playa
I can't play yo album mack
And everybody can't be on the same thing
And everybody can't be a known rapper
Know what I tell ya exactly

[Juicy J:]
In the ghetto we got ghetto stars
Riding in a steamed up car
Lex, wid them tinted windows
Pushing down the Boulevard
In the mouth you see the grill
You face a playa cause he real
Not because he roll and smoke
Or cut some deals, for the bills
Plus I'm tryna stack some G's
Pushing weight like quarter kis
(Hey let me ride in that Lexus truck?)
Freak you betta hit your knees
Never will I save a broad
Gangsta playas coming hard
Chickenheads get out my car
I'm leaving frantic in the park

Wonabee wonabee
Everybody wonabee
Like a young G
Gold teeth, drinking Hennessy
Slang a ounce, to a bird
In the street, like the curb
Candy paint, twenty chrome
Chiefing on green herb

[Project Pat:]
Wonabee wonabee
Everybody wonabee
Like a young G
Gold teeth, drinking Hennessy
Slang a ounce, to a bird
In the street, like the curb
Candy paint, twenty chrome
Chiefing on green herb

[DJ Paul:]
Y'all hatas ain't no killas
Y'all hatas be hoes
Cause neither one is riding down blastin
Wid hugs and vogues
Them boys tryna play the hard role
They get a head hole
Them boys shoulda played the smart role
And kept they ass closed
Instead ah saying, what they saw
What I did, and who I did it to
Who else is in on it?
Who else you told?
I'm yellow paging 'em too
I had it up to here
I'm killing this bullshit
Y'all fingers on triggers
And all them niggas on bullshit

[Project Pat:]
So you wanna be ah
Playa just like me ah
Riding on twenty-ah's
Chopping up a key-ah
Project dodging l-izz-aws
Glock-ah in my dr-izz-aws
Optimal after mo never do we pissoz
Do you have a hizap?
To unload a trigga
Crushing on ya paper
Thinking you's a faker
Now you got to do 'em
Or get played for a sucka
Handle that use that gat
Or live like a clocker

Wonabee wonabee
Everybody wonabee
Like a young G
Gold teeth, drinking Hennessy
Slang a ounce, to a bird
In the street, like the curb
Candy paint, twenty chrome
Chiefing on green herb

Wonabee wonabee
Everybody wonabee
Like a young G
Gold teeth, drinking Hennessy
Slang a ounce, to a bird
In the street, like the curb
Candy paint, twenty chrome
Chiefing on green herb

Wonabee wonabee
Everybody wonabee
Like a young G
Gold teeth, drinking Hennessy
Slang a ounce, to a bird
In the street, like the curb
Candy paint, twenty chrome
Chiefing on green herb

Wonabee wonabee
Everybody wonabee
Like a young G
Gold teeth, drinking Hennessy
Slang a ounce, to a bird
In the street, like the curb
Candy paint, twenty chrome
Chiefing on green herb

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