Three 6 Mafia - f** Y'all Hoes lyrics

(talking)-[d.j paul] and [juicy "j"] Chorus 1: [juicy "j''] If you ain't claiming g-d (f** y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming v-l (f** y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming crips thin (f** y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming bloods thin (f** y'all hoes) If you ain't b-a-z (f** y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming north memphis (f** y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming orange mound (f** y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming hal park (f** y'all hoes) [lord infamous] (scarecrow) b**h we are entertainers We warfare trainers We ain't g**ners But we will make you famous I show you falling hoes I show you slippin' slopes I show you swiss i knows I dangling from the rows You top that tokeo Up in the studio But in the streets they ho You cool they diff but so... But if he eat the coke And wanna go for broke Let's get them guns out ho, i thank you f**ing former ho ! [d.j. paul] I can fight this n***a I can whoop this n***a I can (gun loading) (gun shots) Boom! with the trigger I can rob this boy, i can mob this boy I can call a f**ing k**er, do a job on this boy I can make this fool, i can rape this fool I can get them off my five o-clock or ten o-clock news I can lend a helping hand I can be your f**ing friend I can leave his body stankin' in a croquer garbage can Chorus 2: If you ain't claiming hollywood (f** y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming rucka home (f** y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming foot home (f** y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming russell simmons (f** y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming smokey city (f** y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming evergreen (f** y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming l-o-g (f** y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming dixi holland (f** y'all hoes) [gangsta boo] Don't play with the hypnotize c-a-m-p (a-c) Blowin' small balls n***a feel me Maybe! I be what chu' call the first lady Triple six put me through the doors getting money Now you Jelous-a**-b**hes in my face Tryin take my sh** out of place (you be steppin' b**h) I be on some hennesy Mixed with some alizae Smokin' on some hay On my way On that plat "a" ("a") [d.j. paul] Im hittin on some small n***as (that rob n***as) Smoke coke (with big mob figures) That star n***as In p-agg ya Get em' recorded they own pictures Im takin' puss, and dankin' drankin' Drank wit warning n***as I poke them stagged up And round wit trick a heavy n***as Im talkin ski-mask Engage up out of the back seat n***as Pull the triggers And i keep a tone, world-rone Dangers on, hustle grown Sippin' on, burn a post Papers on, but still im home Chorus 3: If you ain't claiming new chicago (f** y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming foxy brown (f** y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming p**y ballet (f** y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming follow home (f** y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming dub is thin (f** y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming trig thin (f** y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming mackly moke (f** y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming bucker hill (f** y'all hoes) [koopsta knicca] No issues You think this kid f**ed up the f**ing problem b**h you don't know that koopsta knicca is a murder robber Got yo motherf**ing brother in the back seat Sweat drippin' off his neck Son of b**h you don't know me "koopsta" I kinda hear the whispers in his f**ing bed "knicca" And you think you got that strip That why don't you get with him And if you wanna stress me Grab my 8.0 is you dead Say "mister cum a dress ya" Koopsta got em' scared!!! Chorus 4: If you ain't claiming hall park (f** y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming witch grove (f** y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming witch cress (f** y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming barney thin (f** y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming drummer town (f** y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming (f** y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming (f** y'all hoes) If you ain't naming (f** y'all hoes) (f** y'all hoes) (f** y'all hoes) (f** y'all hoes) (f** y'all hoes) (f** y'all hoes)