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"Wona Get Some, I Got Some" is a track by Three 6 Mafia, from the album Choices: The Album, released 30th October 2001. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro: DJ Paul] Yeah HC mutha fuckin P nigga Hypnotized mutha fuckin Mindz bitch For you mutha fuckin rinky dink records up out there Ya'll know who ya'll is, there's a bunch of you mutha fucka's DJ Paul and Juicy J wannabe ass niggas T-Rock rock that shit fo these candy ass bitches [Verse 1: T-Rock] My house of representatives, be A town assassins That'll cause a riot in any shape, form, or fashion Run up in your grill, when attention who we blastin' Now, woo now we presidential figures you was flashin' We some alcoholic niggas, we cause depression' A-tech in this mobb, niggas mashin' for cashin' Amazed what we see the crooked police harassin' All because we makin' cheddar, other clicks are lackin' Down for the cause, when you haters wanna brawl Got my back against the wall, Hypnotized Camp I call We some treal figgas', drug heal niggas, makin' skrill' quicker Livin' in the world where it's hard not to kill niggas Enemies is layin', unless they hold in tight them brain cells Sacrificing in every chick that they can make, because of fame, mama Clean till I'm gone, like I'm ridin on the chrome Shakin' all the playa haters, soking knowledge in my dome [Chorus: DJ Paul] Lil' ass boy, you're gonna hear this and feel me Smilin' in my face, but you really wanna kill me And if one of you niggas, wanna get some, I got some And if one of you niggas, wanna get some, I got some Lil' ass boy, you're gonna hear this and feel me Smilin' in my face, but you really wanna kill me And if one of you niggas, wanna get some, I got some And if one of you niggas, wanna get some, I got some [Break: DJ Paul] Ohhwee it's gettin' hot up in here You mutha fucka's learned some technique yet nigga I start this shit...changed the beat up [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] Get back up nigga here come Lord, your fuckin' nemesis Back on the premises, remember what I left on bitch You hoes can't take me, you can't fake me You can't make me, you can't break me Always shady, and I leave yo weakass forehead split I got no fears and no pain in my veins, mayne I've been insane, come and play in the black rain You wanna step up to the mayn, well, put yourself in danger I'm like a ranger from the west, and I'm possessed with anger I hear the rumors from consumers, and this shit is funny The niggas talkin' shit, it's niggas who ain't got no money They make a sale off fuck a grip they askin never again They make a sack a stick to bitch, they askin never stick They make a sack to spit this gangsta shit they'll never spit So walk up faking, feel the shackin', drown in fuckin' piss Trick yo' gossip drip like faucets so I let you leak Lord is elitein' now I beat you like a hoggy beat [Chorus: DJ Paul] Lil' ass boy, you're gonna hear this and feel me Smilin' in my face, but you really wanna kill me And if one of you niggas, wanna get some, I got some And if one of you niggas, wanna get some, I got some Lil' ass boy, you're gonna hear this and feel me Smilin' in my face, but you really wanna kill me And if one of you niggas, wanna get some, I got some And if one of you niggas, wanna get some, I got some [Verse 3: DJ Paul] Mayne, you bitches got problems, let it be known Hoe this .40 gonna solve 'em, when it be on Hoe you fuckin' 'round with grown men, that Hypnotized Camp HCP, we got that pump, cut up your fuckin' neck Man, I'm glad these niggas gone the fuck up out the Posse Songs Now I'm smilin' ear to ear, ridin' on chrome Singin': "No new niggas in our click" We thick, we rich, we glist, we've been down for years [Verse 4: Juicy J] I done been up on your corner, I done smoked up all they weed I done hold down with your killas, I done corner them for there g's Niggas talkin' bout yo ass, say you ain't nuthin but a bitch Say you always claimin killa, but for real you suckin' dick Yeah, it's funny how it is to see a nigga in a thong Get them Glocks with the pop, you're gonna break yo ass and run I ain't fuckin' wit yo kind, and I ain't got no point to prove Let yo legs move be a mutha fuckin best move, bitch [Chorus: DJ Paul] Lil' ass boy, you're gonna hear this and feel me Smilin' in my face, but you really wanna kill me And if one of you niggas, wanna get some, I got some And if one of you niggas, wanna get some, I got some Lil' ass boy, you're gonna hear this and feel me Smilin' in my face, but you really wanna kill me And if one of you niggas, wanna get some, I got some And if one of you niggas, wanna get some, I got some
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