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Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).They call me the Juice, so you know I'ma stunt Riding in the car with some bump in the trunk Tone in my lap and you know it's a pump Breaking down the good green, rolling the blunt Ghetto pimp type, girls say I'm the mayne Ice on the wrist with the ice in the chain Riding through the hood, got me gripping the grain And I'm sipping the same while I'm changing the lane Eyes real tight cause I'm choking the green Vision messed up cause I'm drinking the lean Messing with a D-boy, riding them big toys Make your main gal wanna get on my team She gotta give it up before she get in my car I ain't Denzel but I know I'm a star Cause when I'm in the club, I be back in the fog In the V.I.P.

#Roll with it three 6 mafia lyrics code#

Get the embed code Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown (Bonus Tracks) Album Lyrics1.Don't Cha Get Mad2.Got It 4 Sale3.Half On a Sack4.Hard Hittaz5.Hard Out Here for a Pimp6.Knock Tha Black Off Yo Ass7.Pussy Got Ya Hooked8.Roll With It9.Stay Fly10.Stay Fly (Remix)11.Swervin'12.When I Pull Up At the ClubThree 6 Mafia Lyrics provided by My hood, they hang together, they all jump youĪnd if you don't believe me then come to my hood My hood ain't tame dog, they wanna jump fool My hood will do it to put food on they plate My hood will rob you with mask on they face My hood is home nigga, everythang straight My hood is real nigga, my hood ain't fake 'Cause clown ass niggaz love to act the fool We in bed with the med, give 'em somethin' to do These hydra shock bullets mushroom in ya brain

You gonna have hell if you fuck with us and that's what's up

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Them three fifty seven titanium Smith-N-WessĪnd plus we deep as hell and prepared to bust We got them tones in the club and them bulletproof vests It don't make me none blow for blow with itĬrack his head with a gun, I'ma sho split it In the club or the street, we can go with it If you boys got beef, we can roll with it We always on the grind, we be watchin' when they watchin'Īnd when they turn they back, it's the clucka-clucka, rock 'em, yeah The feds takin' pictures of us ballin' but I got 'emĪ 7 footer hole for his body, we gon drop 'em Her name wasn't Silkk but her face was The Shocker

I saw ya main gal and a playa had to stop her Wearin' a mink coat that's furry as Chewbacca We never wrote a check just them big face billsĪ playa drinkin' Makers, Marker, cranberry vodka We ball out in the club with our niggaz stayin' trill We never had a job but we sittin' on a mill Juice know the feds got surveillance on the field So Juice got some game, niggaz, down for the kill Juice know you haters out there snitchin' ain't for real Juice got their work on the corner cuttin' deals