Three 6 Mafia - f** That sh** lyrics

[Chorus] n***a buck in the club like, fu*k THAT sh*t! Got my tone in the club like, fu*k THAT sh*t! Fire a blunt up on the dance floor, fu*k THAT sh*t! Straight walk up to that boy like, fu*k YOU b*tch! Slap a trick in front his b**h like , fu*k THAT sh*t! Start a fight with the thickest click, fu*k THAT sh*t! Get kicked out this b**h like, fu*k THAT sh*t! Shoot that thang at security n***a, fu*k YOU b*tch! [DJ Paul] See I'mma ride me a chevy with them fo doors And blow some dough, dough Sit back and watch a flick on screens wid a red hoe On double deuce, I met this b**h up at the club I had a tech, if her neighbors wanna buck Wid a n***a, cuz I'm from the south side of town B-A-Z, and I'm reppin, even if ya aren't around I match a blunt with the real Shoot a bump with the real But I ain't a baller, I just deal With these d** and thugs and these n***az that's locked up I lock em' down with some of that pure white stuff Like some dro, pop a pill, sip some syrup, It ain't no deal But you gotta stay the same when you high, keep it trill And I still blow a blunt to take the pain out Cuz if I don't get high, I'd probably blow my f**in brains out Cuz straight thugs love it, cuz I'mma keep it k**a And I'mma dedicate this to my real a** n***az! YEA! [Chorus] [DJ Paul Talking] Woooo! I think you know the mother f**ing business now, wannabes! (In the middle of the club) Hypnotize Minds , Three 6 Mafia , roll with us, or get ran over, (In the middle of the club) Shoot with us, or get shot the f** up n***a! [Lord Infamous] In the middle of the club, dolla on swoll Take me a scoop, put it to my nose Walkin through the crowd, knock your trick down Pistol in my draws, don't make me pull it out Twist another blunt, fill it real krunk 40 in the club, Outside it's the pump Top off the syrup, take me a swig There go my dawgs, What's Up My Nigs? Security starin, they better not try it Cuz we will start a mother f**in riot! The crowd is swayin, Three 6 playin It's on now, no rules we obeying Security pissed, they started to march Just in time, I got outta dutch But I was spotted, and kicked out Ran back in, shots rang out! [Chorus] [Juicy J] As a young n***a in the hood kinda pissed off Cuz I gotta big bank, and his pockets too short Frustrated all the time, wanna tear the roof off Wanna be a gangsta, but the n***a too soft Kinda sissified, like that famous f*got, Ru Paul But he can not hide, letting them queers knock his boots off Hope he get his sh** together, grow up til he too tall Instead of letting these rubbers go up in his a**, to raw! [Crunchy Black] n***az hatin on me, but they just don't know C-B he gotta gun, and I'm bout to explode Keep talking that sh**, like you standin ten toe You don't know me n***a, you don't know me bro I'm up in the club, and I'm smoking on dope Your b**h is talkin sh** but its time to go I'mma catch you little lame b**hes at the door And spray you b**h down, like a water hose! [Chorus]