Three 6 Mafia lyrics
Three 6 Mafia lyrics
"Pass Me lyrics"
Putting The Damage On lyrics
Glue Stuck to my shoes Does anyone konw why you play with an orange rind You say you packed my things And divided what was mine you're off to the mountain top I say her skinny legs could use sun But now I'm wishing For my best impression Of my best Angie Dick
Glue Stuck to my shoes Does anyone konw why you play with an orange rind You say you packed my things And divided what was mine you're off to the mountain top I say her skinny legs could use sun But now I'm wishing For my best impression Of my best Angie Dick
[Chours 2x]
Pass me da mutha-fuckin' blunt mane
Hurry up or else somebody's gonna get sprayed
Caugh and choke on the weed is just what I do
Caugh and choke on the weed is just what I do
[Crunchy Black]
Smoke dis, smoke dat, smoke weed, smoke crack
Everybody gettin' high, high off they fuckin' sac
Everybody know me, know me by Black
Black be smokin' weed mane, smokin' weed by da stack
Got dis, got dat, got swishers, got blacks
Got dat smoked out no doubt, bumpin' on the fuckin' track
Gonna get high man
Paper And Fire lyrics
She had a dream And boy it was a good one So she chased after her dream With much desire But when she got too close To her expectations Well the dream burned up Like paper in fire Paper in fire Stinkin' up the ashtrays Paper in fire Smoki
e, roll to get high maneShe had a dream And boy it was a good one So she chased after her dream With much desire But when she got too close To her expectations Well the dream burned up Like paper in fire Paper in fire Stinkin' up the ashtrays Paper in fire Smoki
Smoke till I die mane, ain't no fuckin' thang
I'ma smoke till I die, I'ma break down that swisher
I'ma fill it up wit weed, I'ma blow it like a mista
Ain't no smokin' wit me mane, ain't no smokin' wit me mista
When you leave here dawg, you gone leave here in blistas'
You gone have to pull ya pistols because ya high and ya smooth
And ya think we mix our weed with some god damn eww (hey!)
You must be tootin', tootin' on that fruit in ya cell (man!)
Nigga the only thang I mix my weed with is god damn cell
[C
I'm All For You lyrics
Bresler / Wynn Let our friends say what they want to sayIf I'm wrong I'll be the one to payNo matter if it's trueYou'll find that I'm all for youLet the cards predict we'll drift apartAnd the stars forfeit of broken heartNo matter it they doY
hours 2x]Bresler / Wynn Let our friends say what they want to sayIf I'm wrong I'll be the one to payNo matter if it's trueYou'll find that I'm all for youLet the cards predict we'll drift apartAnd the stars forfeit of broken heartNo matter it they doY
[Crunchy Black]
Here's a round a two a, what ya wanna do a?
Smoke that fuckin' weed, smoke some fuckin' budda
You might as well gone head suit up, What ya waana do a?
Break that fuckin' weed down, Put that fuckin' toot up
You knew a, I was comin' threw dis bitch
I been smoked out and loced out all day lil' bitch
I don't play lil' bitch, I get paied lil' bitch
Smoke weed and get high everyday lil' bitch, and don't play
[La Chat]
Was up nigga? Pass dat dope, gone get your smoke, I'm gone hit itI'm So Beautiful lyrics
Out out tonight feel like going out in the night I'm gonna walk the street walk the street I wanna feel the heat feel the heat. There ain't nobody better than me can't you see? Look at me! Wild feeling wild and I'm burning up deep inside I wanna let it go l
La Chat be gone up off dat dojer, great for bendin' my knees
I be so blink dat I can't think, mane I'm so full of dat weed
Wanna blow a gun? Hell naw, but you know I get smoked
mane fuck my nose, it is my lungs I'm tryin' to inhale when I smoke
I get a blunt, and then I dip it in dat (?) and I'm gone
I'm so fucked up, which way is which, don't know how da fuck I got home
[Chours 2x]
[Repeat threw chours]
Dat shit's some fire, dat shit's some fire