Dj Paul - Da Summa (Remix) lyrics

(DJ Paul talking) Yeah, yall know what time it is Three 6 Mafia in this thang and we heated it We bout to let yall know what the business is in the M-town Like, like [Verse 1: DJ Paul] See in Memphis them thugs be kind of like layed back In some clean a** rides bustin a sac or hittin a pack I'm fresh for ya pop a drank and I gotta get beamed up My converty been dirty in the gra** but I gotta get it cleaned up I'm calling my team up Mess witcha pull list in Marietta I'm looking at about eleven Meet me at for I gun and get 'em Them G's and them fiends so deep Them fools always gotta start some sh** And now the coppers done ran a player clean off the strip Up in the summer [Verse 2: Koopsta Knicca] Drunk off Red Dog as we ball straight through the mist of fog Me, Scarecrow, Juicy, Boo, Crunchy, just and my roadie Paul None but that 9 up on my side That side you tried to fight Got b**hes on my side Get these b**hes out now Who got that fire please pa** me that light my n***a When ya doing that gin Just want that really, really want that Henney just Want to f**ing flare And men my lung just busted open from this Ganja That'll land up in a trauma Koopsta coming from da summer (Hook - 4X) Getting my groove we got to ride Ridin' through the hood with my homies getting stoked out In da summer [Verse 3: Gangsta Boo] When Gangsta Boo ride Ride with me baby I'm getting caught Ya come across a chick lil' somethin who sets it off Its da summer boy lets get together and hit the pool Skinny-dipping yeah that's what I'm saying it's all good Ex-ed out a little baby they call me the Lady Boo Hypnotized a little always da summer who got me loose It's no prob' to me you Lets go shine together dude Come and play with me Come and ride with me In da summer [Verse 4: Lord Infamous] See in da summer can I cut 'em off Scarecrow chop a limb down, burn a log Gotta keep a easy eye out for the law Keep a big bank and buzz when the summer fall Wanna spread nothing none till it kinda slung Then I roll up a crumb till it gotcha gone Here come another bum wanna winning won Crunchy, Boo, let me hit it triple honey Hun For the birds that don't know that's yellow It makes me slow down the pedal Pre-coasted quick on the medal And I will leap I will mail it Don't watch that dope I can't sell it You win the jealousy medal Because you can't f** with rebels Lord Infamous hot as a kettle In da summer (Chorus 4X) [Verse 5: Juicy J] Pa** the E&J, Grand Marnier lets take a ride and shoot To my high school, North side, where they break the rules I'm scoping out some freaks in the streets With a s**y switch What's up with them dingy shoes, and maybe I'mma holler trick Rolling through the Green Pearl clean What's up Black and Kim Chiefin on the swishers slangin way down to the ground While I'm dozing off on you cuz haters squalling call 'em Kirks DM riding on 20 chromes Under the seat he keep them tones [Verse 6: Crunchy Black] In da summer we be coming We be dropping just like women We be hurting 'em hypnotize We be taking people under Do you people remember me? When I popped up on the scene We were fuller of that green We were high up on that dream Yeah, Crunchy still the same No, that game didn't make me change All we got a little change Now you people be acting strange Used to D I'm used to game Won't you catch up with them lames All them people be calling your name 'Cuz you trying to steal my fame In da summer (Chorus 4X) (Lord Infamous talking) Yeah, yeah, keep it rollin', keep it rollin' Keep it rollin', keep it rollin' Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, another hot one Three 6 Mafia heatin' it up Earthquakin' it, bakin' it, another summer hit Low down dirty Mafia, (mafia), mafia, (mafia), mafia, (mafia)