[Hook: Skinny Pimp sample]
Tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em, f** 'em
I don't love 'em, I don't love 'em
Put 'em in a hoe spot, take me to the stash pot
[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]
I click so quick, my spells are slick so watch yo f**in' self hoe
That Gl-izz-ock will rock yo cradle, fatal, mystic on yo a** low
The one-eighty-seven, n***as that's sellin'
Dwellin' on the black side
The black side of Haven, never mistaken
All day long it's homicides
I fear not a b**h, I leave her with sh**
Just f** 'em, a playa is in me hoe
I do not be dwellin' on silly a** bustas
But deny you d-izz-on't h-izz-ear me though
The Triple Six click, the Mafia b**h
Is comin' out runnin' so shut yo mouth
You just so f**ed up in the head cause you're mad
And just really don't know what you talkin' 'bout
You stupid a** b**h you just put yourself in a bad place
The Jason mask I will clamp place on my face
The D-izz-evils Daughter G-Gangster B-izz-oo
Is most definitely mentally de-f**ing-derranged
I thought you knew that I'm from Memphis
You better just listen so you can like dig what I peep
If you be violatin' pimpin'
Your a** will be slippin' into the eternal sl-izz-eep
On my mind be murder-murder
I'm urgin' to serve a busta that is flexing his sh**
Never underestimate the one that be like quiet
Cause they be the ones that'll click
n***as be talking that sh**
I just have to show 'em that t-izz-alk is so f**in' cheap
Talkin' is all that you doin'
You don't wanna rumble cause you know the Three 6 is deep
[Hook: Skinny Pimp sample]
Tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em, f** 'em
I don't love 'em, I don't love 'em
Put 'em in a hoe spot, take me to the stash pot
[Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
I'm stickin' out with my pimpin'
Still it's all about makin' that cheese
Puttin' in work, payin' major mad dues
Smokin' and chokin' on light green leafs
Hangin' with thiefs and pimps
My hookers they breakin' my trap
Scandalous trick and if you want the room
Gimme the money cause I don't cap, I'm Skinny
Skinny ... panties, haters can't stand me
So they aggravate my money
More funerals every day
Placin' them hits at sleep, smilin' at yo face
(?) keepin' my stable tight
Countin' my thousands day and night
Now matter (?) comes
One-eighty-seven ways to get paid
Taking yo life
Dirty plots, dirty hoes, layin' fools down
North Memphis bound, Funky Town found
Dunkin' on Crown in the shake junt lounge
Women get naked while the Skinny smoke pounds
Yeah we still scopin', my pretty-boy-smile ain't jokin'
Drop it off! Drop it off!
Takin' the dope and fillin' up coffins
Hangin' deep down in them ghetto streets
When we creep you know we be out for murder
Murkin' that's stable ...
Break a trick, we don't f** up
Put 'em in the backseat (?) in my brain
Glock co*k, drop the top
Poppin' up the whole block
Non-stop for my mob
That's my job when we rob yo stash pot
[Hook: Skinny Pimp sample]
Tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em, f** 'em
I don't love 'em, I don't love 'em
Put 'em in a hoe spot, take me to the stash pot
[Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca]
Six thousand shots of a sawed-off
Buckshot knock a n***as crest
... step to this ma** (?) for this criminal
Soul is callin' up demonic sounds
...
... satan
Replacin' the gauges with guts in my trunk
... rough Koopsta
n***a with that murder in his mug
Most of the times b**h I'm showin' no love
For you try to run, but you cannot hide
... door
... you in hell man
And the end of eternity ...
Koopsta be holdin' the sinister table
... scripts ... horrors of (?)
... eternally motherf**in' torture
... what they came up
For Koopsta the master of illusions
Filled with the mind of intrusions
Through your hood I be lurkin' and cruisin'
Fiendin' to put on a bruisin'
... wounds and guts (?) showin' no love
... for satan
[Hook: Skinny Pimp sample]
Tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em, f** 'em
I don't love 'em, I don't love 'em
Put 'em in a hoe spot, take me to the stash pot