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Three 6 Mafia

Jealous Ass Bitches

 

Jealous Ass Bitches

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


[DJ Paul:]
Jealous, jealous, jealous, jealous ass bitches!
Jealous ass bitches!
Jea, jea, jealous ass bitches! Jealous ass bitches!

Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin bout
Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho!
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin bout
Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho!

Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin bout
Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho!
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin bout
Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho!

My killas and playas
We gotta hit the speaker up on a certain subject though
These niggas haters so they talk shit 'bout us to our hoes
They talk shit, tryna put salt in our pee 'n these niggas being some hating bitches but not seeing
We going after you enemies, anger is all in me
Grasping another clip, infared and feel these
Cross outs on get tossed out on that pizzacks
Slammed to the pavement for a fizz (jealous!)
Never really cool wit me, hoes ya gotta put em up
Backstabbers and downers hold ya down but bitch I'm bout some come-ups, putting them guns up
For ya lame, take no charges for ya mane
Toe to toe witcha ho
No problem man we can swang bang bitch!

[Lord Infamous:]
Well I be damned
It's Scarecrow and Gotti, Carlito, Montana and Hoffa
We chopping off arms on these funky ass bitches cuz they ain't got shit else to offer
Baraka, I'm only 5'5" so I love when they call me Lil' Papa
I can't get opposed, the car doors are closed
Deceive 'em down here by tha dark cuz they think they some coroners
But in a lil while you fuck niggas gone be some blood donors
We riding through in the Elantra with the grenade launcher
They dead on the corner, we coming real loca
I tell ya the nigs in my click mane we coming real loca
They staying real blown on tha snow always Coca Cola
But not the kind in the can, the kind in the refrigerator or in the drink stand
These niggas got faith in they strap like a crucifix, wanting it made by the purest Christian
And niggas in mafia land do not give a damn after you pity our brands
We know [?] smoke and the snow, Calico fully load, check yo collar

Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin bout
Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho!
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin bout
Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho!

[Gangsta Boo:]
I'm known for getting money lendin niggas pimp by the Boo
They want me to smile but steady I frown
Ain't nothin but gangsta up in me fool
For what it's worth I'm taking you bitches main niggas and dollars
He's wining n dining his lady, so let that steam out yo collar
And face reality
You can't compare when it come to misses Boo
Can't be taking no losses from none of you project ho bitches
I'm livin it up stayin down, tryna get what I can
From the 9-6 to 2G, I'm lovin money not men
So why you playa hatin ho you need to dig what I peep
You wonderin why you ain't bail, cuz you be fuckin for free
So since you hot you better let that steam up outta your collar
I'm gettin richer and richer, I love the almighty dollar

[Juicy J:]
Back when I was broke didn't nobody wanna fuck wit me
Hanging with my nigga D-Magic in his property
Cypress Garden niggas with them triggers
Slanging nothing but fruit
Making junkies flip into a zone like they on that screw
Those was my idols, Dan and J. said stick to rap
Cause if you die in that shit I'mma get tha gat
Three years passed and I finally got a fucking break
Three 6 Mafia "Mystic Stylez", niggas start to hate
'Fore I started making cheese, sellin tapes underground
Playas stay down, now they frown when I come around
But I'm maintaining still dranking hating I can't destroy
Every time I ride all I hear is "fuck witcha boy!"

Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin bout
Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho!
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin bout
Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho!

Draped up and dripped out
Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho
Draped up and dripped out
Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho!

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