| Song | Da Summa |
| Artist | Three 6 Mafia |
| Album | Mystic Stylez |
| [lord infamous] intro | |
| Uh- uhh, the three 6 mafia. | |
| Loungin' in the studio. | |
| Finna' give y'all a little demonstration | |
| Of how we kick it here in the m-town | |
| Finna' drop somethin' like this...... | |
| [dj paul] | |
| See in memphis, them playaz be kind of like laid back | |
| In some clean ass rides, blunts in the sack, i'm blowin' the pack | |
| Hittin' the park about three, sometimes a little later | |
| The last day of the week and they couldn't any greater | |
| They leavin' the park and hittin' the south park strip. ride | |
| The south gatin' skatin' ring later on that night | |
| We in the lot bumpin' our underground rap tapes | |
| Paul and juicy part 2, and for another one, hey just couldn't wait | |
| We back at the crib sweatin' into the room | |
| W-30's as (?) in every scenes we use | |
| Straight from the 4 track, two and simple cassette | |
| That's through a pimpsta's mode. | |
| Now it's time to hit the stereos stores and collect | |
| We at the club friday's and saturday's special request made | |
| Me and juice man hit the tables, scooped the scarecrow off the stage | |
| Bangin' so bunk, there some fools always gotta start a fight | |
| They usually made us close up early that night, in da summa. in da summa | |
| (chorus) | |
| Pimpin' my grooves, we got to ride | |
| Ridin' through the door with my homies gettin' smoked out. in da summa.(4x) | |
| [koopsta knicca] | |
| Drunk off red dog, as we bump through the mystic fog | |
| Me, scarecrow, crunchy, skinny g, and all my bothaz call | |
| Fly got his mind in the sky as we chiefin' blunts | |
| Black glocks that's in the ride fiendin' for a homicide | |
| Some tanqueray grab my yey mess with little (?) | |
| That's how we always did it since i was a troubled kid | |
| But we don't stop cuz our heart is pumpin' blood like thunder | |
| No man up in the trauma, head is broken in da summa | |
| [lord infamous] | |
| Some of the scarecrow want the ceremony till the sun sets me ease | |
| Until the night fall breeze | |
| Rise up to the darkness, listen close to noises in the streets | |
| Grab my uzi up indonesia, 6 fill need my breeze | |
| Don't want me black khaki slacks and me black t-shirt | |
| And my automatic gats in case i had to dig up a plot of dirt | |
| Then hit paul up on his home | |
| Tell him to bring his slow ass on | |
| So we can hit the honey comb before the ganja's gone, da summa | |
| (chorus 4x) | |
| [juicy j] | |
| Pass to little j, koop. then let's take a ride and shoot | |
| To the high school, north side where the playaz rule | |
| I'm scopin' all the freaks, with some weave and a sexy switch. | |
| "can i get ya numba" | |
| [gangsta boo] "i gotta man" | |
| [juicy j] | |
| Well i'm a holla trick | |
| Ballin down violent time, one time on my mind | |
| If they pull me over i be hopin' they don't find the nine | |
| Made enough from evergreen to holla at blac and cam | |
| Chiefin' on the blunts in the alley slangin' balla', yeah | |
| Couldn't forget my roadie big kurt, swally, and dion | |
| Project pat and the (?) shootin' teflon | |
| Just a few homies who i grew up in the hood with me | |
| And the ones in orange blossom (?) university. yeah | |
| It's gettin' late and i'm ballin' down elvis street | |
| Blowin' my horn tryin' to get this girl attention in front of me | |
| Cuz everyday i'm out there tryin' to get a freak number | |
| Thats how the juice is....in da summa | |
| (chorus 4x) | |
| [dj paul] outro | |
| That's how we do it | |
| So that's how it is | |
| The three 6 mafia in the house for the '95 | |
| Straight from the m-town the juice, dj paul, lord infamous the scarecrow | |
| The koopsta knicca, and crunchy black | |
| We out |
| lord infamous intro | |
| Uh uhh, the three 6 mafia. | |
| Loungin' in the studio. | |
| Finna' give y' all a little demonstration | |
| Of how we kick it here in the mtown | |
| Finna' drop somethin' like this...... | |
| dj paul | |
| See in memphis, them playaz be kind of like laid back | |
| In some clean ass rides, blunts in the sack, i' m blowin' the pack | |
| Hittin' the park about three, sometimes a little later | |
| The last day of the week and they couldn' t any greater | |
| They leavin' the park and hittin' the south park strip. ride | |
| The south gatin' skatin' ring later on that night | |
| We in the lot bumpin' our underground rap tapes | |
| Paul and juicy part 2, and for another one, hey just couldn' t wait | |
| We back at the crib sweatin' into the room | |
| W30' s as ? in every scenes we use | |
| Straight from the 4 track, two and simple cassette | |
| That' s through a pimpsta' s mode. | |
| Now it' s time to hit the stereos stores and collect | |
| We at the club friday' s and saturday' s special request made | |
| Me and juice man hit the tables, scooped the scarecrow off the stage | |
| Bangin' so bunk, there some fools always gotta start a fight | |
| They usually made us close up early that night, in da summa. in da summa | |
| chorus | |
| Pimpin' my grooves, we got to ride | |
| Ridin' through the door with my homies gettin' smoked out. in da summa. 4x | |
| koopsta knicca | |
| Drunk off red dog, as we bump through the mystic fog | |
| Me, scarecrow, crunchy, skinny g, and all my bothaz call | |
| Fly got his mind in the sky as we chiefin' blunts | |
| Black glocks that' s in the ride fiendin' for a homicide | |
| Some tanqueray grab my yey mess with little ? | |
| That' s how we always did it since i was a troubled kid | |
| But we don' t stop cuz our heart is pumpin' blood like thunder | |
| No man up in the trauma, head is broken in da summa | |
| lord infamous | |
| Some of the scarecrow want the ceremony till the sun sets me ease | |
| Until the night fall breeze | |
| Rise up to the darkness, listen close to noises in the streets | |
| Grab my uzi up indonesia, 6 fill need my breeze | |
| Don' t want me black khaki slacks and me black tshirt | |
| And my automatic gats in case i had to dig up a plot of dirt | |
| Then hit paul up on his home | |
| Tell him to bring his slow ass on | |
| So we can hit the honey comb before the ganja' s gone, da summa | |
| chorus 4x | |
| juicy j | |
| Pass to little j, koop. then let' s take a ride and shoot | |
| To the high school, north side where the playaz rule | |
| I' m scopin' all the freaks, with some weave and a sexy switch. | |
| " can i get ya numba" | |
| gangsta boo " i gotta man" | |
| juicy j | |
| Well i' m a holla trick | |
| Ballin down violent time, one time on my mind | |
| If they pull me over i be hopin' they don' t find the nine | |
| Made enough from evergreen to holla at blac and cam | |
| Chiefin' on the blunts in the alley slangin' balla', yeah | |
| Couldn' t forget my roadie big kurt, swally, and dion | |
| Project pat and the ? shootin' teflon | |
| Just a few homies who i grew up in the hood with me | |
| And the ones in orange blossom ? university. yeah | |
| It' s gettin' late and i' m ballin' down elvis street | |
| Blowin' my horn tryin' to get this girl attention in front of me | |
| Cuz everyday i' m out there tryin' to get a freak number | |
| Thats how the juice is.... in da summa | |
| chorus 4x | |
| dj paul outro | |
| That' s how we do it | |
| So that' s how it is | |
| The three 6 mafia in the house for the ' 95 | |
| Straight from the mtown the juice, dj paul, lord infamous the scarecrow | |
| The koopsta knicca, and crunchy black | |
| We out |