Three 6 Mafia - Da Summa Lyrics
[lord infamous] introUh- uhh, the three 6 mafia.Loungin in the studio.Finna give yall a little demonstrationOf how we kick it here in the m-townFinna drop somethin like this......[dj paul]See in memphis, them playaz be kind of like laid backIn some clean ass rides, blunts in the sack, Im blowin the packHittin the park about three, sometimes a little laterThe last day of the week and they couldnt any greaterThey leavin the park and hittin the south park strip. rideThe south gatin skatin ring later on that nightWe in the lot bumpin our underground rap tapesPaul and juicy part 2, and for another one, hey just couldnt waitWe back at the crib sweatin into the roomW-30s as (? ) in every scenes we useStraight from the 4 track, two and simple cassetteThats through a pimpstas mode.Now its time to hit the stereos stores and collectWe at the club fridays and saturdays special request madeMe and juice man hit the tables, scooped the scarecrow off the stageBangin so bunk, there some fools always gotta start a fightThey usually made us close up early that night, in da summa. in da summa(chorus)Pimpin my grooves, we got to rideRidin through the door with my homies gettin smoked out. in da summa.(4x)[koopsta knicca]Drunk off red dog, as we bump through the mystic fogMe, scarecrow, crunchy, skinny g, and all my bothaz callFly got his mind in the sky as we chiefin bluntsBlack glocks thats in the ride fiendin for a homicideSome tanqueray grab my yey mess with little (? )Thats how we always did it since I was a troubled kidBut we dont stop cuz our heart is pumpin blood like thunderNo man up in the trauma, head is broken in da summa[lord infamous]Some of the scarecrow want the ceremony till the sun sets me easeUntil the night fall breezeRise up to the darkness, listen close to noises in the streetsGrab my uzi up indonesia, 6 fill need my breezeDont want me black khaki slacks and me black t-shirtAnd my automatic gats in case I had to dig up a plot of dirtThen hit paul up on his homeTell him to bring his slow ass onSo we can hit the honey comb before the ganjas gone, da summa(chorus 4x)[juicy j]Pass to little j, koop. then lets take a ride and shootTo the high school, north side where the playaz ruleIm scopin all the freaks, with some weave and a sexy switch.Can I get ya numba[gangsta boo] I gotta man[juicy j]Well Im a holla trickBallin down violent time, one time on my mindIf they pull me over I be hopin they dont find the nineMade enough from evergreen to holla at blac and camChiefin on the blunts in the alley slangin balla, yeahCouldnt forget my roadie big kurt, swally, and dionProject pat and the (? ) shootin teflonJust a few homies who I grew up in the hood with meAnd the ones in orange blossom (? ) university. yeahIts gettin late and Im ballin down elvis streetBlowin my horn tryin to get this girl attention in front of meCuz everyday Im out there tryin to get a freak numberThats how the juice is....in da summa(chorus 4x)[dj paul] outroThats how we do itSo thats how it isThe three 6 mafia in the house for the 95Straight from the m-town the juice, dj paul, lord infamous the scarecrowThe koopsta knicca, and crunchy blackWe out
