Lirik Lagu Whatcha Know - Three 6 Mafia
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Juicy J (Big Gipp)-Yeah, yeah, yeahThree 6 Mafia (Here it is)Know what I'm sayin'Goodie Mob (Triple Six Mafia)ATL (Big Gipp)M-town connection (Man)What you know about that?(You can't ask fo' no mo')What you know? What you know?(I'ma hit ya back)What you know?
(Chorus) x2DJ Paul & Big Gipp-What you know? What you know?'Bout the B's, bout that O'Bout these streets, 'bout this 9'Bout these niggaz doin' timeWhat you know? What you know?Bout the kickin' in the do'Layin' cuckers on the flo'Gettin' low down with the dope
Lord Infamous-In Memphis, I'm a felonist, don't fuck with ghetto presidentsRun up in your residence, gather all the evidenceMurder list is specialist, clickin' on this medicineUnloadin' a Tec in this, hang you by your neck-a-laceAll in for the blessedness, Lord Infamous reck-a-lessMobbin', I'm the messiest, best, there is no testin' thisHellraiser, I'm hookin' 'em, four star chef, I'm cookin' 'emLike that, now I'm bookin' 'em, slash they eyes out look at 'em
Crunchy Black-What you know about killaz, what you know about dealersWhat you know about niggaz that live fake, know I'm for real-aWhat you know about bitches, what you know about clickin'One in the chamber so nigga now you know I'm out to get yaWhat you know about reobbin', what you know about mobbin'Mobbin' all through the hood nigga doin' my job 'nI ain't tryin' to be starvin', I'm just leg over barbin'Poppin' shots at your head, nigga doin' my job 'n
(Chorus) x2
Juicy J-Juciy always be gamin', keep that roast to the flame 'nSlangin' dope in the Grove, all the way to Black HavenCall your boy on the cell, if you want somethin', hailWe got prostitutes and whitey-white just tryin' to make mailHave you been to the North, Memphis where I be stayin'Where them golds, they be shinin', nothin' but smiles on they facesAlways stumblin', rumblin', keep the freaky hoes comin'If they wanna suck the dick, we put that nut in they stomach
DJ Paul-Ain't no problem that's to big, nigga fucked up 'bout no taskTwo of them coloreds with them masks, sawed-off pumps for mega-blastForty-thousand, one in the chamber, buck artila for gettin' his own manNigga I'm my own man, never catch me runnin' from no manIt's so strange, the look on you face that does not bringOr brings it to doors lane, put blood on your close laneYour eyes be like closin', hoes from head to toes 'nFuck 'round with the chosen, got you stiff like posin'
(Chorus) x2
Big Gipp (Juicy J)-Don't give a fuck, I'm stayin' slizzardTough like chicken gizzards, strickly 'Cardi, wizardPill popper, afro, straight blowedCorner coves, what I'm talkin', what you know'Bout that girl, 'bout that boy, keep that nose itchin'Skin scrachin', junkies steady bitchin'I can't feel it, nigga please, stop that actin', cough it up4 for the 5, is what I'm sellin', sawed-off 12 'n started bailin'Kickin' do's, snatchin' clothes, catchin' hoes, gettin' casesSittin' in the country thinkin' about my money on vacationThis for the ones that love the club pop, sip-sipGipp dip, In a ho, in the jail, rollin' cripKeep it crackin', keep it throwed, who shot first, nobody knowsHow it goes, what you know, 'bout these streets I'm down fo'(ATL...)
(Chorus) x2DJ Paul & Big Gipp-What you know? What you know?'Bout the B's, bout that O'Bout these streets, 'bout this 9'Bout these niggaz doin' timeWhat you know? What you know?Bout the kickin' in the do'Layin' cuckers on the flo'Gettin' low down with the dope
Lord Infamous-In Memphis, I'm a felonist, don't fuck with ghetto presidentsRun up in your residence, gather all the evidenceMurder list is specialist, clickin' on this medicineUnloadin' a Tec in this, hang you by your neck-a-laceAll in for the blessedness, Lord Infamous reck-a-lessMobbin', I'm the messiest, best, there is no testin' thisHellraiser, I'm hookin' 'em, four star chef, I'm cookin' 'emLike that, now I'm bookin' 'em, slash they eyes out look at 'em
Crunchy Black-What you know about killaz, what you know about dealersWhat you know about niggaz that live fake, know I'm for real-aWhat you know about bitches, what you know about clickin'One in the chamber so nigga now you know I'm out to get yaWhat you know about reobbin', what you know about mobbin'Mobbin' all through the hood nigga doin' my job 'nI ain't tryin' to be starvin', I'm just leg over barbin'Poppin' shots at your head, nigga doin' my job 'n
(Chorus) x2
Juicy J-Juciy always be gamin', keep that roast to the flame 'nSlangin' dope in the Grove, all the way to Black HavenCall your boy on the cell, if you want somethin', hailWe got prostitutes and whitey-white just tryin' to make mailHave you been to the North, Memphis where I be stayin'Where them golds, they be shinin', nothin' but smiles on they facesAlways stumblin', rumblin', keep the freaky hoes comin'If they wanna suck the dick, we put that nut in they stomach
DJ Paul-Ain't no problem that's to big, nigga fucked up 'bout no taskTwo of them coloreds with them masks, sawed-off pumps for mega-blastForty-thousand, one in the chamber, buck artila for gettin' his own manNigga I'm my own man, never catch me runnin' from no manIt's so strange, the look on you face that does not bringOr brings it to doors lane, put blood on your close laneYour eyes be like closin', hoes from head to toes 'nFuck 'round with the chosen, got you stiff like posin'
(Chorus) x2
Big Gipp (Juicy J)-Don't give a fuck, I'm stayin' slizzardTough like chicken gizzards, strickly 'Cardi, wizardPill popper, afro, straight blowedCorner coves, what I'm talkin', what you know'Bout that girl, 'bout that boy, keep that nose itchin'Skin scrachin', junkies steady bitchin'I can't feel it, nigga please, stop that actin', cough it up4 for the 5, is what I'm sellin', sawed-off 12 'n started bailin'Kickin' do's, snatchin' clothes, catchin' hoes, gettin' casesSittin' in the country thinkin' about my money on vacationThis for the ones that love the club pop, sip-sipGipp dip, In a ho, in the jail, rollin' cripKeep it crackin', keep it throwed, who shot first, nobody knowsHow it goes, what you know, 'bout these streets I'm down fo'(ATL...)
