Song | F**k Y'all H**s |
Artist | Three 6 Mafia |
Album | When the Smoke Clears |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
(talking)-[d.j paul] and [juicy "j"] | |
Chorus 1: | |
[juicy "j''] | |
If you ain't claiming g-d | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
If you ain't claiming v-l | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
If you ain't claiming crips thin | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
If you ain't claiming bloods thin | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
If you ain't b-a-z | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
If you ain't claiming north memphis | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
If you ain't claiming orange mound | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
If you ain't claiming hal park | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
[lord infamous] (scarecrow) | |
Bitch we are entertainers | |
We warfare trainers | |
We ain't gangbangers | |
But we will make you famous | |
I show you falling hoes | |
I show you slippin' slopes | |
I show you swiss i knows | |
I dangling from the rows | |
You top that tokeo | |
Up in the studio | |
But in the streets they ho | |
You cool they diff but so... | |
But if he eat the coke | |
And wanna go for broke | |
Let's get them guns out ho, i thank you fucking former ho ! | |
[d.j. paul] | |
I can fight this nigga | |
I can whoop this nigga | |
I can (gun loading) (gun shots) | |
Boom! with the trigger | |
I can rob this boy, i can mob this boy | |
I can call a fucking killer, do a job on this boy | |
I can make this fool, i can rape this fool | |
I can get them off my five o-clock or ten o-clock news | |
I can lend a helping hand | |
I can be your fucking friend | |
I can leave his body stankin' in a croquer garbage can | |
Chorus 2: | |
If you ain't claiming hollywood | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
If you ain't claiming rucka home | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
If you ain't claiming foot home | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
If you ain't claiming russell simmons | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
If you ain't claiming smokey city | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
If you ain't claiming evergreen | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
If you ain't claiming l-o-g | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
If you ain't claiming dixi holland | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
[gangsta boo] | |
Don't play with the hypnotize c-a-m-p (a-c) | |
Blowin' small balls nigga feel me | |
Maybe! | |
I be what chu' call the first lady | |
Triple six put me through the doors getting money | |
Now you | |
Jelous-ass-bitches in my face | |
Tryin take my shit out of place | |
(you be steppin' bitch) | |
I be on some hennesy | |
Mixed with some alizae | |
Smokin' on some hay | |
On my way | |
On that plat "a" | |
("a") | |
[d.j. paul] | |
Im hittin on some small niggas | |
(that rob niggas) | |
Smoke coke | |
(with big mob figures) | |
That star niggas | |
In p-agg ya | |
Get em' recorded they own pictures | |
Im takin' puss, and dankin' drankin' | |
Drank wit warning niggas | |
I poke them stagged up | |
And round wit trick a heavy niggas | |
Im talkin ski-mask | |
Engage up out of the back seat niggas | |
Pull the triggers | |
And i keep a tone, world-rone | |
Dangers on, hustle grown | |
Sippin' on, burn a post | |
Papers on, but still im home | |
Chorus 3: | |
If you ain't claiming new chicago | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
If you ain't claiming foxy brown | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
If you ain't claiming pussy ballet | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
If you ain't claiming follow home | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
If you ain't claiming dub is thin | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
If you ain't claiming trig thin | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
If you ain't claiming mackly moke | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
If you ain't claiming bucker hill | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
[koopsta knicca] | |
No issues | |
You think this kid fucked up the fucking problem | |
Bitch you don't know that koopsta knicca is a murder robber | |
Got yo motherfucking brother in the back seat | |
Sweat drippin' off his neck | |
Son of bitch you don't know me | |
"koopsta" | |
I kinda hear the whispers in his fucking bed | |
"knicca" | |
And you think you got that strip | |
That why don't you get with him | |
And if you wanna stress me | |
Grab my 8.0 is you dead | |
Say "mister cum a dress ya" | |
Koopsta got em' scared!!! | |
Chorus 4: | |
If you ain't claiming hall park | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
If you ain't claiming witch grove | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
If you ain't claiming witch cress | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
If you ain't claiming barney thin | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
If you ain't claiming drummer town | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
If you ain't claiming | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
If you ain't claiming | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
If you ain't naming | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
(fuck y'all hoes) | |
(fuck y'all hoes) |
talking d. j paul and juicy " j" | |
Chorus 1: | |
juicy " j'' | |
If you ain' t claiming gd | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming vl | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming crips thin | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming bloods thin | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t baz | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming north memphis | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming orange mound | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming hal park | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
lord infamous scarecrow | |
Bitch we are entertainers | |
We warfare trainers | |
We ain' t gangbangers | |
But we will make you famous | |
I show you falling hoes | |
I show you slippin' slopes | |
I show you swiss i knows | |
I dangling from the rows | |
You top that tokeo | |
Up in the studio | |
But in the streets they ho | |
You cool they diff but so... | |
But if he eat the coke | |
And wanna go for broke | |
Let' s get them guns out ho, i thank you fucking former ho ! | |
d. j. paul | |
I can fight this nigga | |
I can whoop this nigga | |
I can gun loading gun shots | |
Boom! with the trigger | |
I can rob this boy, i can mob this boy | |
I can call a fucking killer, do a job on this boy | |
I can make this fool, i can rape this fool | |
I can get them off my five oclock or ten oclock news | |
I can lend a helping hand | |
I can be your fucking friend | |
I can leave his body stankin' in a croquer garbage can | |
Chorus 2: | |
If you ain' t claiming hollywood | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming rucka home | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming foot home | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming russell simmons | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming smokey city | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming evergreen | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming log | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming dixi holland | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
gangsta boo | |
Don' t play with the hypnotize camp ac | |
Blowin' small balls nigga feel me | |
Maybe! | |
I be what chu' call the first lady | |
Triple six put me through the doors getting money | |
Now you | |
Jelousassbitches in my face | |
Tryin take my shit out of place | |
you be steppin' bitch | |
I be on some hennesy | |
Mixed with some alizae | |
Smokin' on some hay | |
On my way | |
On that plat " a" | |
" a" | |
d. j. paul | |
Im hittin on some small niggas | |
that rob niggas | |
Smoke coke | |
with big mob figures | |
That star niggas | |
In pagg ya | |
Get em' recorded they own pictures | |
Im takin' puss, and dankin' drankin' | |
Drank wit warning niggas | |
I poke them stagged up | |
And round wit trick a heavy niggas | |
Im talkin skimask | |
Engage up out of the back seat niggas | |
Pull the triggers | |
And i keep a tone, worldrone | |
Dangers on, hustle grown | |
Sippin' on, burn a post | |
Papers on, but still im home | |
Chorus 3: | |
If you ain' t claiming new chicago | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming foxy brown | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming pussy ballet | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming follow home | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming dub is thin | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming trig thin | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming mackly moke | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming bucker hill | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
koopsta knicca | |
No issues | |
You think this kid fucked up the fucking problem | |
Bitch you don' t know that koopsta knicca is a murder robber | |
Got yo motherfucking brother in the back seat | |
Sweat drippin' off his neck | |
Son of bitch you don' t know me | |
" koopsta" | |
I kinda hear the whispers in his fucking bed | |
" knicca" | |
And you think you got that strip | |
That why don' t you get with him | |
And if you wanna stress me | |
Grab my 8. 0 is you dead | |
Say " mister cum a dress ya" | |
Koopsta got em' scared!!! | |
Chorus 4: | |
If you ain' t claiming hall park | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming witch grove | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming witch cress | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming barney thin | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming drummer town | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t naming | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
fuck y' all hoes |
talking d. j paul and juicy " j" | |
Chorus 1: | |
juicy " j'' | |
If you ain' t claiming gd | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming vl | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming crips thin | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming bloods thin | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t baz | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming north memphis | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming orange mound | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming hal park | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
lord infamous scarecrow | |
Bitch we are entertainers | |
We warfare trainers | |
We ain' t gangbangers | |
But we will make you famous | |
I show you falling hoes | |
I show you slippin' slopes | |
I show you swiss i knows | |
I dangling from the rows | |
You top that tokeo | |
Up in the studio | |
But in the streets they ho | |
You cool they diff but so... | |
But if he eat the coke | |
And wanna go for broke | |
Let' s get them guns out ho, i thank you fucking former ho ! | |
d. j. paul | |
I can fight this nigga | |
I can whoop this nigga | |
I can gun loading gun shots | |
Boom! with the trigger | |
I can rob this boy, i can mob this boy | |
I can call a fucking killer, do a job on this boy | |
I can make this fool, i can rape this fool | |
I can get them off my five oclock or ten oclock news | |
I can lend a helping hand | |
I can be your fucking friend | |
I can leave his body stankin' in a croquer garbage can | |
Chorus 2: | |
If you ain' t claiming hollywood | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming rucka home | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming foot home | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming russell simmons | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming smokey city | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming evergreen | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming log | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming dixi holland | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
gangsta boo | |
Don' t play with the hypnotize camp ac | |
Blowin' small balls nigga feel me | |
Maybe! | |
I be what chu' call the first lady | |
Triple six put me through the doors getting money | |
Now you | |
Jelousassbitches in my face | |
Tryin take my shit out of place | |
you be steppin' bitch | |
I be on some hennesy | |
Mixed with some alizae | |
Smokin' on some hay | |
On my way | |
On that plat " a" | |
" a" | |
d. j. paul | |
Im hittin on some small niggas | |
that rob niggas | |
Smoke coke | |
with big mob figures | |
That star niggas | |
In pagg ya | |
Get em' recorded they own pictures | |
Im takin' puss, and dankin' drankin' | |
Drank wit warning niggas | |
I poke them stagged up | |
And round wit trick a heavy niggas | |
Im talkin skimask | |
Engage up out of the back seat niggas | |
Pull the triggers | |
And i keep a tone, worldrone | |
Dangers on, hustle grown | |
Sippin' on, burn a post | |
Papers on, but still im home | |
Chorus 3: | |
If you ain' t claiming new chicago | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming foxy brown | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming pussy ballet | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming follow home | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming dub is thin | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming trig thin | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming mackly moke | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming bucker hill | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
koopsta knicca | |
No issues | |
You think this kid fucked up the fucking problem | |
Bitch you don' t know that koopsta knicca is a murder robber | |
Got yo motherfucking brother in the back seat | |
Sweat drippin' off his neck | |
Son of bitch you don' t know me | |
" koopsta" | |
I kinda hear the whispers in his fucking bed | |
" knicca" | |
And you think you got that strip | |
That why don' t you get with him | |
And if you wanna stress me | |
Grab my 8. 0 is you dead | |
Say " mister cum a dress ya" | |
Koopsta got em' scared!!! | |
Chorus 4: | |
If you ain' t claiming hall park | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming witch grove | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming witch cress | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming barney thin | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming drummer town | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t claiming | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
If you ain' t naming | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
fuck y' all hoes | |
fuck y' all hoes |