Текст песни Three 6 Mafia f Big Gipp (Goodie Mob) - When the Smoke Clears... Sixty 6 Sixty 1
Three 6 Mafia f Big Gipp (Goodie Mob) - When the Smoke Clears... Sixty 6 Sixty 1 слова песни
[Juicy J] (Big Gipp)Yeah, yeah, yeahThree 6 Mafia (Here it is)Know what I`m sayin`Goodie Mob (Triple Six Mafia)ATL (Big Gipp)M-town connection (Man)What you know about that?(You can`t ask fo` no mo`)What you know? What you know?(I`ma hit ya back)What you know?Chorus: DJ Paul & Big Gipp [together] (2x)What you know? What you know?`Bout the B`s, bout that O`Bout these streets, `bout this 9`Bout these niggaz doin` timeWhat you know? What you know?Bout the kickin` in the do`Layin` suckers on the flo`Gettin` low down with the dope[Lord Infamous]In Memphis, I`m a felonist, don`t fuck with ghetto presidentsRun up in your residence, gather all the evidenceMurder list is specialist, clickin` on this medicineUnloadin` a Tec in this, hang you by your neck-a-laceAll in for the blessedness, Lord Infamous reck-a-lessMobbin`, I`m the messiest, best, there is no testin` thisHellraiser, I`m hookin` `em, four star chef, I`m cookin` `emLike that, now I`m bookin` `em, slash they eyes out look at `em[Crunchy Black]What you know about killaz, what you know about dealersWhat you know about niggaz that live fake, know I`m for real-aWhat you know about bitches, what you know about clickin`One in the chamber so nigga now you know I`m out to get yaWhat you know about reobbin`, what you know about mobbin`Mobbin` all through the hood nigga doin` my job `nI ain`t tryin` to be starvin`, I`m just leg over barbin`Poppin` shots at your head, nigga doin` my job `nChorus: DJ Paul & Big Gipp [together] (2x)[Juicy J]Juciy always be gamin`, keep that roast to the flame `nSlangin` dope in the Grove, all the way to Black HavenCall your boy on the cell, if you want somethin`, hailWe got prostitutes and whitey-white just tryin` to make mailHave you been to the North, Memphis where I be stayin`Where them golds, they be shinin`, nothin` but smiles on they facesAlways stumblin`, rumblin`, keep the freaky hoes comin`If they wanna suck the dick, we put that nut in they stomach[DJ Paul]Ain`t no problem that`s to big, nigga fucked up `bout no taskTwo of them coloreds with them masks, sawed-off pumps for mega-blastForty-thousand, one in the chamber, buck artila for gettin` his own manNigga I`m my own man, never catch me runnin` from no manIt`s so strange, the look on you face that does not bringOr brings it to doors lane, put blood on your close laneYour eyes be like closin`, hoes from head to toes `nFuck `round with the chosen, got you stiff like posin`Chorus: DJ Paul & Big Gipp [together, Big Gipp sings] (2x)[Big Gipp] (Juicy J)Don`t give a fuck, I`m stayin` slizzardTough like chicken gizzards, strickly `Cardi, wizardPill popper, afro, straight blowedCorner coves, what I`m talkin`, what you know`Bout that girl, `bout that boy, keep that nose itchin`Skin scrachin`, junkies steady bitchin`I can`t feel it, nigga please, stop that actin`, cough it up4 for the 5, is what I`m sellin`, sawed-off 12 `n started bailin`Kickin` do`s, snatchin` clothes, catchin` hoes, gettin` casesSittin` in the country thinkin` about my money on vacationThis for the ones that love the club pop, sip-sipGipp dip, In a ho, in the jail, rollin` cripKeep it crackin`, keep it throwed, who shot first, nobody knowsHow it goes, what you know, `bout these streets I`m down fo`(ATL...)