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Three 6 Mafia

Three 6 Mafia are a rap group originally from Memphis, Tennessee, signed to Sony Music Entertainment under the Columbia Records imprint. Formed in 1991 as Backyard Posse then later Triple 6 Mafia, by DJ Paul, Lord Infamous, Juicy J and Koopsta Knicca, the group later included two more members inclu… more »

feat. DJ Paul, Lil Chat, Juicy J
* from the forthcoming "Mista Don't Play"
bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)
bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken heads

(Project Pat)
bald-head skally-wag
ain't got no hair in back
 gelled up weaved up
yo hair is messed 
need to get bout' a hustle mission
get up on loot run to beautican 
run game until the game is gravy 
that don't mean spend cheese fa tha baby
(bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg 
(bwok bwok) pretty walk walk givin out head
ain't a thang eat a chicken wang
got some gold teeth 
at da club tryin ta shake that thang  tryin ta get piece  chicken chicken always into some dumb shit
 shuolda paid ya light bill
you bought a outfit 
stay at ya mammy house
and keep a smart mouth
its Project Memphis Tenn represent tha south 
so pass tha dro-dro and we gone stay tickin 
full of that mo mo holla at a chicken 

(Lil Chat)
yeah you like my outfit 
don't even fake the deal
i thought you said you had your girl on the light bill

(Project Pat)
 always in my face
 talkin this and that
girl i had to buy some rims for da Cadilac 

(Lil Chat)
you riding clean
but ya gas tank is on E
be stepping out ain't no descent shoes on ya feet

(Project Pat)
that's just the meter broke
youn't know'cha talkin bout
 anyway them new Jordans finna come out

(Lil Chat)
hate see ya in a club
ya mobbin wit a mug
know that ya ridin wit ya boy
ya nothing but a scrub 

(Project Pat)
but he was with me
that's when you hated  cause when i got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted 

(Lil Chat)
i sho did
in our face drankin on that "yak"
 moutth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic tacs

(Project Pat)
what? you need some gun
 breath like some thunder 
what you lookin at
i don't want yo phone number
(boy please whateva)

(Dj Paul)
now these chicken head hoes see this platinum thick as white gold
see the 20 inch Pirelli's roll
mane thank the vogues  dodgin all my foes
 ridin Cady truck wit dvd
a flock of broads follow me
from the club to break they knees  knowin that's all i want
 straight out tha club
tha rest ain't smellin right
the last thang on they mind is freshin up
its goin down tonight  weave in they head
weed in they purse  still crunk
baby seats all across the back wit close in the trunk 

(Juicy J)
i been known to hold my own
i been known to ride on chrome 
i been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones
i'm the fool supplyin tha dro
i'm tha fool supplyin tha blow
i'm tha playa who got you chicken heads knockin at my do
 tellin me that you diggin me
 tellin me i'm yo man to be
 girlfriend its gone cost a fee
get yo rags and work that streets 
pay ya boy and make me rich
so we keep them swisher's lit
(???) yo fees we count them g's
 cashin it from all you chicks 




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