D.J. Paul - Funky Town lyrics

[Skit from a movie] (Like thiiis) [Verse 1: DJ Paul] We packin' them Glock nineteens With the beams when we on the scene Billion got 'em buckin' Blowin' clean off that triple beam with BHZ n***as hope with third world n***as hope with the triads The sh** they fools burn is no tellin though Queens mound in this b**h Stay down with the click Never turned the backs on backstabbers Now it's super thick, too lame, never lame Always been my f**in' thugs Ever since the school days We never had nothin' but love Smokin' sacks with my real Givin' packs to my trill Parmesan to my lung For the ones that didn't live Get as high as ya can though But don't let them d** change ya Get buck as you can fool ... Anger n***as gettin' on that white Things ain't the same no mo'e Used to k** for ya Now it's like I gotta k** ya hoe Triple Six got the sh** Mane I make you n***as choke Gangsta B Where you be? Blow out a cloud of smoke [Hook: DJ Paul] 2x To my n***as on that white: Funky Town! To my n***as on that yellow: Funkty Town! To my n***as on that green: Funky Town! To my n***as on that loop: Funky Town! [Verse 2: Juicy J] I wanna send a shout-out to my n***as who be on that dope Chillin' on a corner, shootin' that dice between the Indo smoke Squad and big ... and curt Lil Blue ..., all my n***as from my turf What's up to my n***as from the groove? I ain't forgot cha fool Lil Glock and S.O.G, Hurry T and Heavy C n***a Creep, back in the frayser days on cherry lane Everybody kicked it like real playas with no type of gangs Shootin' them thangs, now it's '96, I gotta stay strapped With my Smith & Wesson, eighteen shots co*ked in my lap Bulletproof vest on my chest, when it's time to ride Let's take a trip to the North Memphis gangsta side You can't hide, neither can you run when a gun blast Just another playa hater smoked in the aftermath Bustas think we're all rap, Three 6 Mafia plus a gat Evils plannin' dead motherf**ers lyin' on they (?) [Hook: DJ Paul] 2x To my n***as on that blow: Funky Town! To my n***as on that syrup: Funkty Town! To my n***as on that ink: Funky Town! To my n***as on that fruity: Funky Town! [Verse 3: Lord Infamous] Choppin' these flaugers I ... just leave 'em all drippin' With then my artillery drenched ... ... begging these b**hes ... They (?) the pleadin', the d**h and the rainin' There's no one who wishes to take all my profits Are doomed ... fool The devil is shieldin' my brain When me visualize demons surroundin' my room Cause we rowdy (?) rumble We full of the thunder, the straight-to-the-dome Do not disturb my patience When I'm fillin' myself with the essence of (?) Lemme burn a (?), durk-a-durk up in the freeze Triple Six Mafia members of the Memphis has put down another LP Scarecrow in heaven (?) mystically Never get tired of in heaven the smoke out Satanic south Funky Town Come down, buck all hoes down b**hes get strapped with a (?) My n***as too crunk over that funk Paul Ma**on got me dead drunk Now let the Devil Shyt pump As I awake from the things I was quittin' from the night before They want this snare by the trance I only want to snake some more The only attire, crank the chevy Then me race up out South Memphis Go and visit me and Three Six at the smoking house [Outro: "Throw yo Sets in da Air" samples] Chillin' at the hideout, smokin' out, not worried 'bout a thang Let's get in the gangsta line and throw the Funky Town sign [3x] Ballin' through Black Haven deep as hell in the suburban mane Ballin' through Black Haven deep as hell in the suburban mane