Project Pat - Show Dem Golds lyrics

(feat. DJ Paul, Juicy 'J') [Hook 1 2x] Northside hoe, Southside hoe Eastside hoe, Westside hoe [Chorus 2x] Where dem gang, gang signs (show ya golds, show ya golds) Where dem hood, hood signs (throw some 'bows, throw some 'bows) [DJ Paul] It's the return of the gangsta - like my n***as OutKast Smokin' on the dank-a - shut ya mouth, I might pa** n***as off the heezy, f** all at the f**in' bar On the floor or in the parking lot they throw it out the car If they throw the wrong sign - n***as better handle it f** goin' outside - right here you gettin' wet I'm glad for this here, all I know is this here And you thinkin' I'ma let you disrespect this sh** here Before I blow a n***a a** off - him and his hoe Ready to rob me a b**h and get the f** out the do' This sh** is real dumb n***a, who f**a say we playin' Boy you in the wrong land, f**in' wit a grown man It's: "MAFIA, MAFIA" from the beginning into ending While you grinnin' I whoop yo a**, b**h in one inning You know the biz, Three 6 is the name boy You heard my sign now won't you show me what you claim boy [Chorus 4x] [Juicy J] We up all night, we smokin' that sh** Somebody run they mouth and then we bop on the b**h They called us n***as, we run in packs Some playa hate this skin because the color is black We sag our jeans, the ride be clean Them twa*ky-twin-twins make them rims be mean We bracing ahead, we trust in the lead The fool we don't like is police and the Fed.'s And if you violate - get that tone to the head And if ya girl approach us - we'll see her in bed I'll probably own her flick 'cause she ain't nothin' to us A neighborhood chewer-hut, hoodrat, s*ut We people on the left - and we folks on the right We throwin' up them thangs - and we startin' them fights The swinging we be doin' is a ugly site We sleep in the morning and we come out at night [Chorus 4x] [Project Pat] f** around and get gun end, straight up out the pen From the mane with the sawed-off, lay up off the Gin You can win if you squeeze first - hollow points disperse You may leave in an ambulance or inside a hearse n***as curse when they get caught, then they go to jail Took a purse with the gold watch - but I can't make bail Yeah its sad, but I did the crime, I except the time Just another broke hood n***a - cheese up on my mind Grab the nine, wanna make change s**ers lay it down, Project Pat and them Three 6 n***as who get down 'Bout that loot, let the bullets shoot - get across your grill I'm a North Memphis dinner thief - all about a meal And I will still retaliate, all you ones that hate I'm a rider for Hypnotize, move or wrapped in tape A survivor so realize, catchin' you on late In the bushes don't be surprise, you gon' meet your fate [Chorus 4x] [Hook 2 2x] ...show ya golds, show ya golds ...throw some 'bows, throw some 'bows ...show ya golds, show ya golds ...throw some 'bows, throw some 'bows