Three 6 Mafia - Fuck That Shit

[Chorus] Nigga buck in the club like, FUCK THAT SHIT! Got my tone in the club like, FUCK THAT SHIT! Fire a blunt up on the dance floor, FUCK THAT SHIT! Straight walk up to that boy like, FUCK YOU BITCH! Slap a trick in front his bitch like , FUCK THAT SHIT! Start a fight with the thickest click, FUCK THAT SHIT! Get kicked out this bitch like, FUCK THAT SHIT! Shoot that thang at security nigga, FUCK YOU BITCH! [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 bitch up at the club I had a tech, if her neighbors wanna buck Wid a nigga, 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 drugs and thugs and these niggaz 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 fuckin brains out Cuz straight thugs love it, cuz I'mma keep it killa And I'mma dedicate this to my real ass niggaz! YEA! [Chorus] [DJ Paul Talking] Woooo! I think you know the mother fucking 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 fuck up nigga! [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 fuckin 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 nigga 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 nigga too soft Kinda sissified, like that famous fagot, Ru Paul But he can not hide, letting them queers knock his boots off Hope he get his shit together, grow up til he too tall Instead of letting these rubbers go up in his ass, to raw! [Crunchy Black] Niggaz hatin on me, but they just don't know C-B he gotta gun, and I'm bout to explode Keep talking that shit, like you standin ten toe You don't know me nigga, you don't know me bro I'm up in the club, and I'm smoking on dope Your bitch is talkin shit but its time to go I'mma catch you little lame bitches at the door And spray you bitch down, like a water hose!