Three 6 Mafia - Wonabees Lyrics
[Chorus: Project Pat]Wonabee wonabeeEverybody wonabeeLike a young GGold teeth, drinkin' HennessySlang a ounce, to a birdIn the street, like the curbCandy paint, twenty chromeChiefin' on green herb[2x][Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]I got this clout NOW!Back in the day, I wasn't here NOW!Since I been droppin' these versesI'm out the headJust like the babies wanna think I'll come homeI'm from the South bloaw,I got Hypnotize gear on my body, throw on the setReal quick, y'all squeezin' them triggers we bout to pop (pop)Any fly lil' mama's boy, who movin' up on the blockThink you the stuff, you think you rough, boy quit playin'Gangsta Boo know where she stayBetween the nozzle you layin'[Verse 2: Crunchy Blac]You tryna wear my shoesYou tryna wear my clothesYou tryna be like me,I'm tryna be like you bro,What I'm really tryna sayYou got to keep it all realYou can't be takin' no dealYou gotta get you a mealSee it's hard out here,Peeps'll end ya careerSee it's hard out herePeople put you in a wheelchairI'm tryna give you a mealI'm tryna keep it all realSee you be fakin' a dealSo I'ma let ya see how it feel[Chorus (2x)][Verse 3: Lord Infamous]Thinkin' ya ballin' this bangin'Ya cold and ya hungry in ya sleep,You wish that was your lifeSo y'all been yappin' for a chiefyYa greedy and fiendin' to be a happy ?sa-super chi?But you don't think it because there's plentyof dues to be paid, up in this industry,Wan
