Funky Town

[Audio recording of Three 6 Mafia snorting hella coke] (Like this) [Verse 1: DJ Paul] We packin' them Glock 19's with the beams when we on the scene Billion got 'em buggin' blowin' clean off that triple beam with BHZ Niggas hope with third world, niggas hope with the tribes The shit that these fools burn is no tellin' though Queens Mound in this bitch, stay down with the click Never turned the backs or backstabbed, always super thick Tulane, never lame, always been my fuckin' thugs Ever since the school days, we never had nothin' but love Smokin' sacks with my real, givin' packs to my trill Paul Masson to my lung, for the ones that didn't live Get as high as ya can dawg but don't let them drugs change ya Get buck as you can fool but try to control the anger Niggas gettin' on that white, things ain't the same no mo'e Used to kill for ya now it's like I gotta kill ya hoe Triple 6 got the shit, mayne I make you niggas choke Gangsta B Where you be? Blow out a cloud of smoke [Hook: DJ Paul] To my niggas on that white: Funky Town! To my niggas on that yellow: Funky Town! To my niggas on that green: Funky Town! To my niggas on that ooh: Funky Town! To my niggas on that white: Funky Town! To my niggas on that yellow: Funky Town! To my niggas on that green: Funky Town! To my niggas on that ooh: Funky Town! [Verse 2: Juicy J] I wanna send a shout-out to my niggas who be on that dope Chillin' on a corner, shootin' that dice between the Indo smoke Squad and Big Dully, Lil M, Black, Cam and Curt Lil Blue, T-Young too, all my niggas from my turf What's up to my niggas from the grove? I ain't forgot cha fool Lil Glock and S.O.G, Harry T and Heavy C Nigga Creep, back in the Frayser days on Cherry Lane Everybody kicked it like real playas with no type of gangs Shootin' them thangs, now it's '96, I gotta stay strapped With my Smith & Wesson, eighteen shots cocked in my lap Bulletproof vest on my chest, when it's time to ride Let's take a trip to the North Memphis gangsta side You can't hide, neither can you run when a gun blast Just another playa hater smoked in the aftermath Bustas think we're all rap, Three 6 Mafia plus a gat It was plenty dead motherfuckers lyin' on they back [Hook: DJ Paul] To my niggas on that blow: Funky Town! To my niggas on that syrup: Funky Town! To my niggas on that ink: Funky Town! To my niggas on that fruity: Funky Town! To my niggas on that blow: Funky Town! To my niggas on that syrup: Funky Town! To my niggas on that ink: Funky Town! To my niggas on that fruity: Funky Town! [Verse 3: Lord Infamous] Choppin' these slugs at your lung but just leave 'em all drippin' within my artillery drench From the bombs that are bustin' and baby these bitches they probably end up bleedin' to death in the rain As there's no one who wishes to take on my Prophets of Doom, end up whipped by my nuclear boom The devilish shit in my brain made me visualize demons surrounding my room 'Cause I'm rowdy, them folks come to rumble, we full of the thunder, go straight to the dome Do not disturb my patience when fillin' myself with the incense of top marijuan' Lemme burn the B-U-Ds, stir that Jerk up and then freeze Triple 6 Mafia and robbers with thieves, Memphis has put down a load of that P Scarecrow inhalin' the forty, I mystically never get tired of inhalin' that smoke out Satanic sound, Funky Town, come now, buck all hoes down Bitches get stomped with a buck jump, my niggas too crunk over that funk Paul Masson got me dead drunk, now let the Devil Shyt bump As I awake from the daze I was put in from the night before Don't want to snap outta trance, I only want to smoke some more Throw on the attire, crank the Chevy, then me race up out South Memphis, go and visit me, Three 6 is at the smoking house [Outro: "Throw yo Sets in da Air" samples] Chillin' at the hideout, smokin' out, not worried 'bout a thang Let's get in the gangsta line and throw the Funky Town sign Ballin' through Black Haven deep as hell in the suburban mayne