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Three 6 Mafia

Beatem To Da Floor

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Текст песни Three 6 Mafia - Beatem To Da Floor

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Текст песни Three 6 Mafia - Beatem To Da Floor




[DJ Paul]So this is what I'm a do man, you know what I'm sayin'I'm a get each of you niggaz, you know what I'm sayin'From the bay by the b-ball piece, when you see this niggaYou know what I'm sayin', I want y'all to whoop his bitch assMan you know what I'm sayin, beat his motha fuckin assTo the ground like a motherfucker man fuck this bitch ass( )[Juicy J]See this how ass kickin' get down, your boys get(Beat down!)Your bitches get(Beat down!)Your brothers get(Beat down!)Your mothers get(Beat down!)Your cousins get(Beat down!)And any nigga that try to clown we leavin' em on the ground'Cuz we stomp a hole, until his ass throw up, and after thatThem signs is gettin' thrown up, I'm answer to the rightI'm answer to the left, we snatchin' your chain and checkYour pockets 'till nothin' left[Crunchy Black]I'm a crunk this nigga though, treat 'em like a hoeAsk these lil' bitches what the fuck they hittin' forCrunchy ain't a hoe, and Crunchy can't go, andCrunchy ain't a nigga that you wanna fuck with lowIf you didn't know, then nigga you can know, then meet meDown foo in the middle of the floor, I'ma break it down slowAnd fill you up with dro, and smoke a little that 'till ICan't smoke no moreI'm gon' whoop this niggaI'm gon' whoop this niggaI'm gon' take it outside click click (Boom!) with the triggerI'm gon' rob this boy, I'm gon' mob this boyI'm gon' call the fuckin killers do a job on this boy[Chorus]We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floorWe gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floorWe gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floorWe gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor[Lord Infamous]You don't know what just happenedYou suffering from a fractureYou rebel let me catch you, I'll beat you belly bastardYou have a bad concussion, from tripple six bone rushin'You all beat up and busted, you shouldn't have pressed that buttonYou all bloody and bumy, you yellin' for you mommyAnd people think its funny, quit tryin' to out run meYour eyes are blue and black and, your clothes are ripped and tackin'You thought that you could hack it, you shouldn't have wore that jacket'Cuz I wreck it, smith and west and my weapon, we steppin'To let the still meet your chest and, don't play with these killersThey come from those parts, the north where niggaz be pullin'The whole cart, so mista big playa mista big time playaYou got the shit on lock why you on my dickLike a bitch walkin' around like you stone highHollow tip bullets don't die, nigga they multiplyI'm gon' whoop this niggaI'm gon' whoop this niggaI'm gon' take it outside click click (Boom!) with the triggerI'm gon' rob this boy, I'm gon' mob this boyI'm gon' call the fuckin killers do a job on this boy




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