Lirik Lagu Gotcha Shakin - Three 6 Mafia
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Yeah you fuckin punk I’m finna take ya muthafuckin beat and gonationwide with it bitch. Don’t ever bite the muthafuckin dick thatfeeds you.
Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just myTriple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just myTriple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just myTriple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just myTriple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just myTriple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just myThugs from Pro-Prophet the Posse I’ll give em a reason to duck
[Gangsta Boo]What’s up to my gangsta bitches chargin niggasAll up out they profitsWhat’s up to my niggas slangin dope or dodgin crooked coppasYes this crazy lady all up out it for the n-zine 6How the fuck you think I love you boy when I’m a playa, digAll that shit I’m sayin, I’m not playin, fuck you slaw ass boysActions speakin louder than my words, but you still makin noiseNigga, let me tell ya ho you fucked up with the wrong clickTurn yo volume up and listen closely to this gansta bitchWhile you out there fackin on them jacks man we comin upSmokin on them sweets filled with ink, gettin real buckTalkin all that shit, moviemaker I must say you areNationwide, shit, on yo ass, ho we movin farNot buyin that shit, Prophet Posse, Triple fuckin 6Smilin, clownin, upside down and frownin back up out our shitMrs. Lady Gangsta Boo just had to let you knowClosin up the chapter, trick that’s after, bitch that’s all she wrote
Chorus (4x): Triple Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakinJust my thugs from Pro-Prophet the PosseI’ll give em a reason to duck
[Juicy J]These niggas be playa hatin and runnin they fuckin mouthThen get in the studio and that’s all they rap aboutWe totin them ya’ll thangs, you smokin that cocaineI heard you do primos bitch, you can’t fool the JuicemanI’m blowin these Port squares, and snowball, ?AC air?Ridin, click on you hoes, while you walk with nappy hairKeep runnin yo mouth my nig, we constantly gettin richAnd after you hear this I bet you will ride it, BITCH!
[Lord Infamous]Look at the mess that my floss start to makeBullets are bouncin all over the placeBodies start fallin upon to the floorEveryone’s tryin to file out the doorWhat did you fuck with the Triple 6 for?Knowin we blessed with no prisoners of war
Me fill a slug behind yo earlobe, duck me leave you pluggedMe leave you suffocating soakin in yo fuckin bloodScarecrow, buckin bastards, back up of meKnock off your dust, stop puffing on my budYou got castrated cause you got no nuts, ho
Chorus (4x)
[D.J. Paul]It’s gon be another deadly night more violent, more silentAs we stroll this bitch mo got down, my infrared got em on the rollOwens, burbans clean as fuck, smile as I roll down the streetYo lyric was weak as fuck, so ho I just stole yo beatCrunchy man I been thinkin man I know what we got right hereA nigga that shoot, a nigga that lately get his name out thereFuck man these bitches weaker than water, black,He need to stay the fuck up outta my hood or Chris and I’ll find PatI’m gettin low down and dirty with my 30-30Just like you’ll never be in Rolls, be a hook, with my noseDirty blastin that infrared at yo ass, ain’t you scared ho, tangarayMad Dog, and I’m full of blowMan never will you set our bodies in the same clothes, oh, bitchNever will you ride the same rides I done rodeJust lookin at ya, I plan to tell ya you broke as fuckTriple fuckin 6, givin yo ass a reason to duck bitch
Chorus (4x)
[D.J. Paul, Gangsta Boo, Juicy J]-Yeah, bitch, ya’ll know what time it is, 3-6 muthafuckin Mafia in thisho, you muthafuckin bitch ass boy, you’ll never ride the muthafuckinrides we done rode, nigga, on gold thangs, ho, you know what I’m sayin,you ain’t never gon wear Versace like a nigga or drink Cristale like anigga you muthackin, muthackin malt liquor drinkin ass bitch-You is a weak as nigga, why you talk all that shit, shit talkinmuthafucka, moviemakin, actor, character ass, bitch ass, weak ass, tricknappy hair ass boy-You boodie eatin muthafucka, dick suckin ass lickin, cock lickin-Nigga, nigga, nigga you’s a payless ass nigga, bitch-Punk ass, ho, You can’t claim Funkytown--We muthafuckin nationwide, bitch, you better ask somebody bout it ho,Billboard bound, ho, Prophet Town bound, bitch-Nigga ain’t got no money, you broke ass...-You muthafuckin $2 ass nigga, I break ya down to $1.50 muthafuckin ho-You primo smokin muthafucker-You muthafuckin bitch, you milkshake ass nugga, I’m stirrin you up ho-I heard you had AIDS you weak muthafucka-You sissy muthafucka straight dick goin dirty ass round ho, ho,ho, fuckall these hoes-Wooooooooo!-Yessir! 3 muthafuckin 6, bitch-Prophet Posse the posse bitch! Prophet Posse the Posse bitch!-Woo Wooooooooo!-Prophet Posse the Posse, bitch!-Hey, yessir!-Prophet Posse the posse bitch!
Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just myTriple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just myTriple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just myTriple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just myTriple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just myTriple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just myThugs from Pro-Prophet the Posse I’ll give em a reason to duck
[Gangsta Boo]What’s up to my gangsta bitches chargin niggasAll up out they profitsWhat’s up to my niggas slangin dope or dodgin crooked coppasYes this crazy lady all up out it for the n-zine 6How the fuck you think I love you boy when I’m a playa, digAll that shit I’m sayin, I’m not playin, fuck you slaw ass boysActions speakin louder than my words, but you still makin noiseNigga, let me tell ya ho you fucked up with the wrong clickTurn yo volume up and listen closely to this gansta bitchWhile you out there fackin on them jacks man we comin upSmokin on them sweets filled with ink, gettin real buckTalkin all that shit, moviemaker I must say you areNationwide, shit, on yo ass, ho we movin farNot buyin that shit, Prophet Posse, Triple fuckin 6Smilin, clownin, upside down and frownin back up out our shitMrs. Lady Gangsta Boo just had to let you knowClosin up the chapter, trick that’s after, bitch that’s all she wrote
Chorus (4x): Triple Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakinJust my thugs from Pro-Prophet the PosseI’ll give em a reason to duck
[Juicy J]These niggas be playa hatin and runnin they fuckin mouthThen get in the studio and that’s all they rap aboutWe totin them ya’ll thangs, you smokin that cocaineI heard you do primos bitch, you can’t fool the JuicemanI’m blowin these Port squares, and snowball, ?AC air?Ridin, click on you hoes, while you walk with nappy hairKeep runnin yo mouth my nig, we constantly gettin richAnd after you hear this I bet you will ride it, BITCH!
[Lord Infamous]Look at the mess that my floss start to makeBullets are bouncin all over the placeBodies start fallin upon to the floorEveryone’s tryin to file out the doorWhat did you fuck with the Triple 6 for?Knowin we blessed with no prisoners of war
Me fill a slug behind yo earlobe, duck me leave you pluggedMe leave you suffocating soakin in yo fuckin bloodScarecrow, buckin bastards, back up of meKnock off your dust, stop puffing on my budYou got castrated cause you got no nuts, ho
Chorus (4x)
[D.J. Paul]It’s gon be another deadly night more violent, more silentAs we stroll this bitch mo got down, my infrared got em on the rollOwens, burbans clean as fuck, smile as I roll down the streetYo lyric was weak as fuck, so ho I just stole yo beatCrunchy man I been thinkin man I know what we got right hereA nigga that shoot, a nigga that lately get his name out thereFuck man these bitches weaker than water, black,He need to stay the fuck up outta my hood or Chris and I’ll find PatI’m gettin low down and dirty with my 30-30Just like you’ll never be in Rolls, be a hook, with my noseDirty blastin that infrared at yo ass, ain’t you scared ho, tangarayMad Dog, and I’m full of blowMan never will you set our bodies in the same clothes, oh, bitchNever will you ride the same rides I done rodeJust lookin at ya, I plan to tell ya you broke as fuckTriple fuckin 6, givin yo ass a reason to duck bitch
Chorus (4x)
[D.J. Paul, Gangsta Boo, Juicy J]-Yeah, bitch, ya’ll know what time it is, 3-6 muthafuckin Mafia in thisho, you muthafuckin bitch ass boy, you’ll never ride the muthafuckinrides we done rode, nigga, on gold thangs, ho, you know what I’m sayin,you ain’t never gon wear Versace like a nigga or drink Cristale like anigga you muthackin, muthackin malt liquor drinkin ass bitch-You is a weak as nigga, why you talk all that shit, shit talkinmuthafucka, moviemakin, actor, character ass, bitch ass, weak ass, tricknappy hair ass boy-You boodie eatin muthafucka, dick suckin ass lickin, cock lickin-Nigga, nigga, nigga you’s a payless ass nigga, bitch-Punk ass, ho, You can’t claim Funkytown--We muthafuckin nationwide, bitch, you better ask somebody bout it ho,Billboard bound, ho, Prophet Town bound, bitch-Nigga ain’t got no money, you broke ass...-You muthafuckin $2 ass nigga, I break ya down to $1.50 muthafuckin ho-You primo smokin muthafucker-You muthafuckin bitch, you milkshake ass nugga, I’m stirrin you up ho-I heard you had AIDS you weak muthafucka-You sissy muthafucka straight dick goin dirty ass round ho, ho,ho, fuckall these hoes-Wooooooooo!-Yessir! 3 muthafuckin 6, bitch-Prophet Posse the posse bitch! Prophet Posse the Posse bitch!-Woo Wooooooooo!-Prophet Posse the Posse, bitch!-Hey, yessir!-Prophet Posse the posse bitch!
