Three 6 Mafia Lyrics

*  Doe Boy Fresh

Featuring Chamillionaire

[DJ Paul: talking] 
Yeah, Hypnotize Minds 
Three 6 Mafia, Academy Award Winners 
Chamillionaire, we stronger than ever, for real 
Da last to walk 
It's goin' it's goin' down 

[Hook:] 
I stay dope boy, dope-d-dope boy fresh 
Yeah, fresh, fresh, fresh 
Now what I is boy 
Dope boy, dope-d-dope boy fresh 
Yeah, fresh, fresh, fresh 
Now what I is boy 
Dope boy, dope-d-dope boy fresh 
Yeah, fresh, fresh, fresh 
Now what I is boy 
Dope boy, dope-d-dope boy fresh 
Yeah, fresh, fresh, fresh 
Now what I is boy 

[Verse 1: DJ Paul] 
Another day another dollar, another night to make a ho holla 
I pop her cherry then I pop my collar 
I pop brand new tags off of brand new clothes 
Brush my hair back and kick the ho out the do' 
Flip a corner see which ride I'm pullin' up out the garage 
Wireless transmitters send the bump from my bard 
Pull a pack out and fill my body up with sin 
Ten o'clock at night but my day has just begin 
Oh-seven Murci?lago with the wings out 
I usually never drive it but I heard the hoes out 
Fresher than a mint leaf, smellin' like a coca leaf 
Center of attention, hoes smilin' cause they wants to be 

[Hook] 

[Verse 2: Chamillionaire] 
Hey, streets know how I gets my grands 
Try to snatch it better switch ya plans 
Pull a stack out my Dickies pants 
Slap a hater with my business hand 
Keep a spare for that clip that jam 
Money like Mike and pimp like Ken 
Put some chrome under the big sedan 
And I pimp it better than Xzibit can 
And they impressed by how my ear lookin' Aquafina clear 
If you don't like it come dispute it do ya best to disappear 
Yeah, you know what it is don't call me Chamillionaire 
Now the world gotta address me as the hustler of the year 
I'm the man to respect, I'm demandin' respect 
Or I'm commandin' that cannon through that damage to chest 
Ain't a hustler or another on the planet as fresh 
So when I lift up my royal hand my pinky ring shake in pecks 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3: Juicy J] 
My cars inside peanut butter outside jelly 
Flickin' twenty-sixes drankin' drankin' on my celly 
We takin' real orders, talkin' codes on that telly 
We choppin' up that dope like a butcher in a deli 
You know that purple kush leave yo clothes all smelly 
But if you slangin' pound then ya pockets should be swelly 
I'm ballin' till I'm fallin' just like the movie Belly 
I'm always stayin' strapped for you niggaz that be petty 
Tote a nine, nine, nine on the grind, grind, grind 
I shine, shine, shine jewelry blind, blind, blind 
The time, time, time yes it's prime, prime, prime 
I'm takin' no retracts cause it's mine, mine, mine nigga 

[Hook: with variations]

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