Lyrics:
Yeah
112 (yeah)
Three 6 Mafia
(112)
[Rap 1]
I'm in the club drunk as hell with my dawgs 112
I gotta hundred and twelve girls I'm trying
Bruddas ( Brr)
I Love All My Bruddas ( wait)
Verse3
Wait
If you ain’t talkin bout the money,(uh) I’ll kill you dummy ( wait)
Iont play
Flexin' on these niggas, pockets full of blue hundreds
Ain't no goin' back, you know I'm gon' keep it comin'
Ain't no time to waste, a nigga play, we gon
[Chorus]
Ain't no reason for the games these hoes play
[Verse 1]
Nigga, it's the year for playa haters will be exposed
These niggas fallin'
the mornin', I gots to hit a lick,
Saw the two thousand and three Navi, on Sprees wit' a kit,
Soon as my eyes see the sunshine,
My thoughts is jukin'
to Mars, valet my car
Trap guitar, straight out the Nawf
Losin' my mind, I can't think
Fye that bitch up, we gon' blank
I go three hard in the paint
It
Shhhh, quiet it is kept!
(1, 2, 3, play)
There's a little place that I know
When I wanna hang out
Ev'rybody goes
But they don't talk about it
Hey young girl how you feelin' today
Girl your body just brighten my day up
See you have now been approached by a playa'
But baby I won't play ya,
releases this stress.
Give me the game and watch me run with it like Hardaway.
Raise the Mac-11 and see how many wants to die today.
I don't play no
oh baby
Ladies
There's some jealous guys in our town, oh baby
I go by the name Puff Daddy
And I'm a Scorpio, check this out
Girl
under pressure
I'm never gon' sit by a hater
Never gon' cheat on my bitch dat aint playa
And I never get tired when I count the paper
Never dat, Never dat
the block
The same pussy nigga
I had a fight with on Monday
The nigga try to kill me, funeral by Sunday
But mama never was gon have it
Mama never was gon beat
I'm sayin, outta here
Ay but it's going down cuz it's '94 you
Know by 2000 niggas gon' get fed up
(Amerikka Eatz Itz Young)
(Amerikka Eatz Itz Young)
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't
if you don't respect
You know I'm from the 3rd bitch
You gone by casualty bitch
I'ma soldier
(mia x)
Rounding up my soldiers
Scooping up my warriors
these befo,
Country playa type nigga,
Stackin g's in mo!
(Princess)
I'm a pimp by blood playa by nature,
Keep ya man close or I might take him,
Wat he
the mornin', I gots to hit a lick,
Saw the two thousand and three Navi, on Sprees wit' a kit,
Soon as my eyes see the sunshine,
My thoughts is jukin'
Playa haters every minute want to stop my dough (uh-huh)
And every other minute want to rock my flow (you know)
And every third minute, y'all want
I mean let's be real,
This nigga's a division one ball playa
Not D two
Not Division three
Not Juco Not none of that shit
A D one ball playa
You know
lumalim awatin
Itoy normalan lang
Brazy
Pag sa kama na
She gon do it
She gon lick it
Parang lollipop
[Chorus] 3x
You a playa baby
Yun nagustuhan sayo
You
keep your heart, Three Stacks
Keep your heart
Man, these girls is smart, Three Stacks
These girls is smart
Play your part, play your part"
(Sweet Jones)
and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin' new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went
I stacks my mail, uh
All these niggas wanna see me fail, uh
That’s just the intro
As I sit back and rock this instrumental, uh
After the fire comes
huh)
Gon' to pick up all his hores (ooh)
And I got one thing to say (uh huh)
Don't you try to play on me (ain't gon)
'cause I used to have you tamed
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