Текст песни Wonabees - Three 6 Mafia
Chorus:
Project
Pat
Wonabee
wonabee
Everybody
wonabee
Like
a
young
G
Gold
teeth,
drinkin′
Hennessy
Slang
a
ounce,
to
a
bird
In
the
street,
like
the
curb
Candy
paint,
twenty
chrome
Chiefin'
on
green
herb
(2x)
Verse
1:
Gangsta
Boo
I
got
this
clout
NOW!
Back
in
the
day,
I
wasn′t
here
NOW!
Since
I
been
droppin'
these
verses
I'm
out
the
head
Just
like
the
babies
wanna
think
I′ll
come
home
I′m
from
the
South
bloaw,
I
got
Hypnotize
gear
on
my
body,
throw
on
the
set
Real
quick,
y'all
squeezin′
them
triggers
we
bout
to
pop
(pop)
Any
fly
lil'
mama′s
boy,
who
movin'
up
on
the
block
Think
you
the
stuff,
you
think
you
rough,
boy
quit
playin′
Gangsta
Boo
know
where
she
stay
Between
the
nozzle
you
layin'
Verse
2:
Crunchy
Blac
You
tryna
wear
my
shoes
You
tryna
wear
my
clothes
You
tryna
be
like
me,
I'm
tryna
be
like
you
bro,
What
I′m
really
tryna
say
You
got
to
keep
it
all
real
You
can′t
be
takin'
no
deal
You
gotta
get
you
a
meal
See
it′s
hard
out
here,
Peeps'll
end
ya
career
See
it′s
hard
out
here
People
put
you
in
a
wheelchair
I'm
tryna
give
you
a
meal
I′m
tryna
keep
it
all
real
See
you
be
fakin'
a
deal
So
I'ma
let
ya
see
how
it
feel
Chorus
(2x)
Verse
3:
Lord
Infamous
Thinkin′
ya
ballin′
this
bangin'
Ya
cold
and
ya
hungry
in
ya
sleep,
You
wish
that
was
your
life
So
y′all
been
yappin'
for
a
chiefy
Ya
greedy
and
fiendin′
to
be
a
happy?
sa-super
chi?
But
you
don't
think
it
because
there′s
plenty
Of
dues
to
be
paid,
up
in
this
industry,
Wanna
come
in
outta
nowhere
bitch
I
kick
you
on
the
streets
then
run
in
yo
ear
And
yet
you
end
up
wid
that
set
that
you
claim
To?
requilinquish?
your
master
start,
playa,
I
can't
play
yo
album
mack,
And
everybody
can't
be
on
the
same
thing
And
everybody
can′t
be
a
known
rapper
Know
what
I
tell
ya
exactly
Verse
4:
Juicy
J
In
the
ghetto
we
got
ghetto
stars
Riding
in
a
steamed
up
car
Lex,
wid
them
tinted
windows
Pushing
down
the
Boulevard
In
the
mouth
you
see
the
grill
You
face
a
playa
cause
he
real
Not
because
he
roll
and
smoke
Or
cut
some
deals,
for
the
bills
Plus
I′m
tryna
stack
some
G's
Pushing
weight
like
quarter
kis
(Hey
let
me
ride
in
that
Lexus
truck?)
Freak
you
betta
hit
your
knees
Never
will
I
save
a
broad
Gangsta
playas
comin′
hard
Chickenheads
get
out
my
car
I'm
leavin′
frantic
in
the
park
Chrous
(2x)
Verse
5:
DJ
Paul
Y'all
hatas
ain′t
no
killas
Y'all
hatas
be
hoes
Cause
neither
one
is
ridin'
down
blastin
Wid
hugs
and
vogues
Them
boys
tryna
play
the
hard
role
They
get
a
head
hole
Them
boys
shoulda
played
the
smart
role
And
kept
they
ass
closed
Instead
ah
sayin′,
what
they
saw
What
I
did,
and
who
I
did
it
to
Who
else
is
in
on
it?
Who
else
you
told?
I′m
yellow
paging
'em
too
I
had
it
up
to
here
I′m
killin'
this
bullshit
Y′all
fingers
on
triggers
And
all
them
niggas
on
bullshit
Verse
6:
Project
Pat
So
you
wanna
be
ah,
Playa
just
like
me
ah,
Ridin'
on
tortillahs,
Choppin′
up
a
ki
ah,
Project
dodgin'
lizos,
Glocka
in
my
drizaws,
Optimal
after
mo
never
do
we
pissoz,
Do
you
have
a
hizap?,
To
unload
a
trigga,
Crushin'
on
ya
paper,
Thinkin′
youse
a
faker,
Now
you
got
to
do
′em
Or
get
played
for
a
sucka,
Handle
that
use
that
gat
Or
live
like
a
clucka
Chorus
(4x)
1 Da Summa
2 South Memphis B*tc^h
3 Jealous Azz B*tc^h
4 Powder
5 Talkin'
6 Fuck What U Heard
7 M.E.M.P.H.I.S.
8 Smokin On Da Dro
9 Grab Tha Gauge
10 Wonabees
11 Lock Down
12 Niggaz Down 2 Make Some Endz
13 Pass That Junt
14 Love To Make A Stang
15 Sleep
16 Mindstate
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