Try Somethin — текст песни (Three 6 Mafia)





[Project Pat - on the phone]
Yeah it`s Project Pat up in this
Representin` "Layin` the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin a rip it like it`s supposed to be
Handle that shit

[Project Pat]
Jack one, smack one, run off wit ya sack son
Anybody wit the loot, give it up or I`ma shoot
Bow down M-town, niggaz like to ride clean
Snort on some good dope, smoke on some good green
Friday payday, so I`m at the Shake Junt
Lookin` fo` a big lick, fiendin` for a fat blunt
Saw my victim caught me one slippin`
On the side of the club takin` a pissin`
No mask on face I didn`t really need it
He can be damn fool and he`ll get heated
Point blank, snatch bank, runnin` like a track star
Heart pumpin` fast like I ate out the crack jar
No one saw me made clean getaway
That means that I still live to get paid
Late night, all night jackin on the spizot
Breakin up a dice game or where it`s hizot

[Hook: Crunchy Blac - repeat 2X]
(I`m a rob me some niggaz) Mane I`m fucked up
A nigga gotta try something
(I`m a rob me some niggaz) Mane my lucks up
A nigga gotta try something
(I`m a rob me some niggaz) Mane I`m dead broke
A nigga gotta try something
(I`m a rob me some niggaz) Plus I`m out of dope
A nigga gotta try something

[Juicy "J"]
I ran up in the bank put a tone to his head
Told the clerk this a robbery nigga drop the bread
Then I ran like a bitch when my folks was outside
So I jumped in the car, mashed the gas start to ride
the westside of Tennesse, until I heard the news
nigga should have went to Mexico, my face was on the tube
most wanted for a felony I should have stayed in class
I was a stupid as nigga I didn`t even wear a mask

[DJ Paul]
I guess you know by now the BHZ do not play
My pussy valley are down and gonna spray
They still robbin` niggaz and jackin` fo yo clothes
and have you runnin round like college girls exposed
My Tulane niggaz you knowin` they stayin` strapped
beside DJ Paul they put The Haven on the Map
But it`s too many hoods in The Haven to claim
so we gon all bring guns we gon` all bring pain.

[Hook x2](cruchy blac)

[Cruchy Blac]
You can do what ya do to keep ya ass in
it`s CB and mane I ain`t playin
Wit pistol in my Muthafuckin right hand
I`m a stick it to ya body, and start demandin
me muthafuckin money out ya fuckin pockets
give me them rings and that fuckin` watch n you
betta listen up before I start poppin it`s me again
I`m constantly robbin

[Lord Infamous]
Slap on his block wit the glock
and lock`em down to the rocks
fiendin` for his knot in his pocket strip him
down his socks, grab and feel this 44
hopin` steam right off this scope
and I let him smoke If I go in ya pockets and ya broke
ya got a lotta nuts rollin` my hood on ya twankies
now ya gotta drop off them bitches and that ring on ya pankies
either ya give me ya green, ya pills, and ya powda
Or I gotta pump the gauge and let you take a buck shot shower



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