Lyrics Three 6 Mafia

Three 6 Mafia

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 it somethin' like this

See in Memphis, them playaz be kind of like laid back

In some clean ass 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' in a lil room

W-30's sp 12's in every scenes we use

Straight from the four track, to a 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

With my crew, We just ride

Ridin' through the hood with my homies gettin' smoked out.

In da summa

In da summa

In da summa

In da summa

Drunk off red dog, as we ball through the mystic fog

Me, Scarecrow, Crunchy, Skinny G, and roadie Paul

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 Sid

That's how we always did it since I was a troubled kid

But we don't stop 'cause 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 O Z of Indonesia, six Philly blunt leafs

Don't want me black khaki slacks and me black t-shirt

And my automatic gats in case I had to dig a plot of dirt

Then hit Paul up on his home

Tell him to bring his slow ass on

So we can hit the honey comb before the ganja's gone, 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 valentine, 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' boulder, yeah

Couldn't forget my roadie big Kurt, Swally, and Dion

Project Pat and the yam shootin' teflon

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

And the ones in Orange Blossom Hoover University. Yeah

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

Blowin' my horn tryin' to get this girl attention in front of me

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

That's how the juice is, in da summa

That's how we do it

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