Da Summa

Uh uhh, the Three 6 Mafia

Loungin' in the studio

Finna' give y'all a little demonstration

Of how we kick it here in the M-town

Finna' drop somethin' like this

See in Memphis, them playaz be

kind of like laid back

In some clean a** rides, blunts in the sack,

I'm blowin' the pack

Hittin' the park about three,

sometimes a little later

The last day of the week

and they couldn't any greater

They leavin' the park and hittin' the

South Park strip, ride

The South Gatin' skatin' ring later on that night

We in the lot bumpin' our underground rap tapes

Paul and Juicy part 2,

and for another one,

hey, just couldn't wait

We back at the crib sweatin' into the room

W-30's as in every scenes we use

Straight from the 4 track,

two and simple cassette

That's through a pimpsta's mode

Now it's time to hit the stereos stores and collect

We at the club Friday's

and Saturday's special request made

Me and Juice Man hit the tables,

scooped the Scarecrow off the stage

Bangin' so bunk,

there some fools always gotta start a fight

They usually made us close up

early that night, in da summa

In da summa

Pimpin' my grooves, we got to ride

In da summa

Pimpin' my grooves, we got to ride

In da summa

Pimpin' my grooves, we got to ride

In da summa

Pimpin' my grooves, we got to ride

In da summa

Drunk off red dog,

as we bump through the mystic fog

Me, Scarecrow, Crunchy,

Skinny G, and all my bothaz call

Fly got his mind in the sky

as we chiefin' blunts

Black Glocks that's in the ride

fiendin' for a homicide

Some Tanqueray grab my yey

mess with little

That's how we always did it

since I was a troubled kid

But we don't stop cuz

our heart is pumpin' blood like thunder

No man up in the trauma,

head is broken In Da Summa

Some of the Scarecrow want the ceremony

Till the sun sets me ease,

until the night fall breeze

Rise up to the darkness,

listen close to noises in the streets

Grab my Uzi up Indonesia,

6 fill need my breeze

Don't want me black khaki slacks

and me black t-shirt

And my automatic gats in case

I had to dig up a plot of dirt

Then hit Paul up on his home,

tell him to bring his slow a** on

So we can hit the honey comb

before the ganja's gone, Da Summa

Pimpin' my grooves, we got to ride

In da summa

Pimpin' my grooves, we got to ride

In da summa

Pimpin' my grooves, we got to ride

In da summa

Pimpin' my grooves, we got to ride

In da summa

Pass the E and J, Koop,

then let's take a ride and shoot

To the high school,

North Side where the playaz rule

I'm scopin' all the freaks,

with some weave and a sexy switch

"Can I get ya numba?"

"I gotta man"

Well, I'm a holla trick

Ballin' down violent time,

one time on my mind

If they pull me over I be hopin'

they don't find the nine

Made enough from evergreen

to holla at Blac and Cam

Chiefin' on the blunts in the alley

slangin' balla', yeah

Couldn't forget my roadie big Kurt,

Swally, and Dion

Project Pat and the unverified shootin' teflon

Just a few homies who I grew up in the hood with me

And the ones in Orange Blossom University, yeah

It's gettin' late and I'm ballin' down Elvis street

Blowin' my horn,

tryin' to get this girl attention in front of me

'Cuz everyday

I'm out there tryin' to get a freak number

That's how the Juice is in da summa

Pimpin' my grooves, we got to ride

In da summa

Pimpin' my grooves, we got to ride

In da summa

Pimpin' my grooves, we got to ride

In da summa

Pimpin' my grooves, we got to ride

so that's how it is

The Three 6 Mafia in the house for the '95

Straight from the M-town The Juice

DJ Paul, Lord Infamous the Scarecrow

The Koopsta Knicca and Crunchy Black

We out