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| 21 - Three 6 Mafia - Lolli Lolli (Pop That Body) (Feat. Project Pat, Young D & SuperPower)Wed, 07 Jan 2009 02:11:09 -0800 by mfrobertaLyrics to Lolli Lolli (Pop That Body) :(feat. Project Pat, Yung D, and Superpower)Yea three six mafia[Chorus:]Lolli lolli lolli lolli let me see you pop that bodyLolli lolli lolli lolli let me see you pop that bodyChocolate lolliCherry lolliFeela lolliPink lolliRed hotRed hotRed hot hotMake that lolli popMake that lolli popMake that lolli popMake that lolli popThat lolli lolli lolliPlease lord, have some mercyThis girl is throwin judiI think she bout to hurt meSee she went front then backShe went side to sideI'm throwin blank checksI think I need a rideOne pocket full of pillsA little bag of that colaThe other one full of weedAnd a semi auto pistol-aI ain't no dancin dudeBut I can lean like a choloSee mami go with me cause I can't be goin home solo[Chorus]They call me the juice when I'm at strip clubI put down a hundred or a dubI'm a mac to a playaI'm a studCause when I leave the club I'm a f*ckRide with the man and be givin up the brainLittle skinny I'm a ride with yaI don't even know your nameThere's a whole lotta room in the front of the vanLike boroc obama said it's time for a changePut a roll on the back seatPop that body now you know that ya got meYou'll find a chick that's kinda classySaid her name was antine now I'm grabbinGot a grip on the whipBig round booty with the silicone titsShe bouncin on my lap and she tryina own the sixI whispered in her ear it's hard for a pimp[Chorus]All my ladies get em bodiedPut your hands in the airIf yous a good lookin hottiePut your hands in the airPunchin bag lookin for a modelPoppin that bootyI'm a pop bottlesYour girls a cutieKnow she gogglesKingdom modelsShawty hot watch her rockLet me see that lolli popBody rock don't you stopI love the way that booty dropSideways front back up and down I like thatCherry lolli chocolate lolliI wanna see you pop that lolli[Chorus] Related: 21 three mafia lolli (pop that body) (feat project) | |
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| 16 - Three 6 Mafia - My Own Way (Feat Good Charlotte)Wed, 07 Jan 2009 01:22:05 -0800 by mfrobertaLyrics to My Own Way :(feat. Joel Madden & Benji Madden of Good Charlotte)[Intro:]Th ree 6 Ma-fi-UHH~! Good CharlotteHypnotize Minds, dat executiveSome real shit man, let's drop itLet's go![Chorus: Good Charlotte]You know I can't live my life, workin no 9 to 5No matter what they say, I'm doin it my own wayCause time ain't on my side, and they don't understandForget what people say, I'm doin it my own way[Verse 1:]So many shysters in my ears fool, tryin to pop itOn my new fame, they will put new hands in my pocketStandin in the rain buck in hand man, about to cock itI take another one they wanna be up out the rocketI cain't understand why they even wanna see me brokeWanna see me choke off my own blood from cuttin my throatI always wanted the money fame wasn't worth my whileThat's why I wore a mask on the front of "Mystic Stylez"But one night in March, [? ] my life changed in a secWhether for better or for worse I can't answer that yetBut I'll go to the pen before I lose my endsMurder one, one of you hoes tryin to get me for my Benjamins[Chorus][Ve rse 2:]In the field, it's real, slip up, get killedGet robbed, get stuck, get messed off in a dealThese kids, are gone, on meth, and pillsThat's why, I pack, I carry, the steelI'm posted, in the hood, got green, I'm goodTrap house, no doubt, is where, I stoodGot guap, got hot, 'til shop, got poppedThese snitches, time cuts, it won't, ever stopThe times ain't gon' change change long as cocaine 'caineGoes up the nose nose fries a nigga brain brainSee 'em in the mornin time tryin to catch a train trainBack out on the block (block) doin the same thang thang[Chorus][Good Charlotte:]Whoahhhhh hhh... Related: 16 - three 6 mafia - my own way (feat good charlotte) | |
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| el cartel de los sapos cap [24]3 6Wed, 07 Jan 2009 01:15:46 -0800 by kellyadonisLo que se inició como una aventura en la que diez amigos, miembros de un cartel de la droga, entraron pensando hacerse millonarios, termina mal para todos. Porque en este negocio, al final siempre se pierde. El mundo del narcotráfico le atrae a Martín González, un joven de 15 años, ambicioso y atrevido, proveniente de una familia colombiana de clase media, quien le pide a su amigo Pepe Cadena que intervenga ante su hermano mayor, para vincularlo al peligroso oficio. Sin saber que esta decisión es el inicio de una vida agitada y tormentosa que cambiará su destino para siempre, Martín, alias 'Fresita', empieza a trabajar en la cocina de un laboratorio de cocaína, apadrinado por el capo Óscar Cadena. Aprende rápido y hace sus primeros envíos de droga a los Estados Unidos, al tiempo que su jefe se alía con los hermanos Villegas, del Cartel de Occidente, para acabar con el narco más grande de todos los tiempos: Pablo Escobar. El enemigo número uno cae, pero detrás de él viene Martín, que no está dispuesto a parar. Nace, entonces, el Cartel del Pacífico, el más peligroso que ha existido en Colombia, liderado por Óscar Cadena. Discípulo y maestro sellan, así, un pacto de amistad y de negocios. El dinero entra y la mercancía sale a diario, mientras Martín ve crecer su fortuna a pasos agigantados. Se enamora de Sofía, una aspirante al Reinado Nacional de la Belleza, pero la conquista con mentiras. El castillo se derrumba cuando la joven descubre el origen de su riqueza y lo pone a decidir entre ella y el narcotráfico. Óscar, mientras tanto, ayuda a la policía a sepultar al otrora poderoso Cartel de Occidente. Los "sapos" hacen que la guerra entre estas estructuras delictivas se caliente. Martín se niega a entrar al campo de batalla y decide instalarse en Miami con Sofía y sus hijos, sin imaginar que hasta allá llegan los tentáculos de la mafia. Él no puede escapar del mundo con el que soñó y debe continuar con sus actividades ilegales, al tiempo que es testigo de cómo sus grandes amigos en el negocio van cayendo uno a uno por balas enemigas. Socios y hermanos muertos o capturados hacen que Martín huya a México en busca de protección. Desde allá, las noticias del día le hablan de la extradición de otros tantos. Eso y un atentado en su contra son el detonante para que tome una decisión trascenden Related: el cartel de los sapos | |
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| 15 - Three 6 Mafia - Click BangWed, 07 Jan 2009 01:08:27 -0800 by mfrobertaLyrics to Click Bang :[Chorus: repeat 4X]CLICK! Bang bang [repeat 3X]CLICK! Bang bang to yo' motherfuckin brain hoe[Verse One]I told them haters hate on, Three 6 Mafia strongStronger than ever ever since they've been gone, I've been betterFUCK THEM FAKERS and them tag-along fakersSmilin in my face but got my enemy on your MySpaceI cain't understand how these niggaz live with theyselfDeal with theyself, what they need to do is kill theyselfBLAOW~! Suicide is a good {?} anoAt your funeral for free, I play the pianoRest in pieces you niggaz shriek like breezesGot mo' crosses than churches, heart smaller than a fetusYou need us, you're nuttin, you're zero, you're zip, you're nadaI'm 22 on the Rolls, you da hubcaps on an Impala[Chorus][Verse Two]I'ma creep up on this fool, put this gun to his headTell him give me all your jewelry, all your dope, all your beadAll the coke that you brought in, the weed that you brought inAnd if I cain't get answers say hello, to my lil' friendYou fakin like you ball and brawl and shotcallI'm that fool that break jaws and all the state lawsStupid rappers get your check, buy rims and what's next?Need to get a place to live, a crib, cause you ain't shitWith your mixtapes, niggaz hate, say they real, but they ain'tCatch them somewhere face to face, then they run from place to placeClub hoppin, mall shoppin, gettin hot, sales dropppinNow you wanna sober up and tell these niggaz you got fucked[Chorus] Related: 15 - three 6 mafia - click bang | |
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| el cartel de los sapos cap [24]4 6Wed, 07 Jan 2009 01:00:39 -0800 by kellyadonisLo que se inició como una aventura en la que diez amigos, miembros de un cartel de la droga, entraron pensando hacerse millonarios, termina mal para todos. Porque en este negocio, al final siempre se pierde. El mundo del narcotráfico le atrae a Martín González, un joven de 15 años, ambicioso y atrevido, proveniente de una familia colombiana de clase media, quien le pide a su amigo Pepe Cadena que intervenga ante su hermano mayor, para vincularlo al peligroso oficio. Sin saber que esta decisión es el inicio de una vida agitada y tormentosa que cambiará su destino para siempre, Martín, alias 'Fresita', empieza a trabajar en la cocina de un laboratorio de cocaína, apadrinado por el capo Óscar Cadena. Aprende rápido y hace sus primeros envíos de droga a los Estados Unidos, al tiempo que su jefe se alía con los hermanos Villegas, del Cartel de Occidente, para acabar con el narco más grande de todos los tiempos: Pablo Escobar. El enemigo número uno cae, pero detrás de él viene Martín, que no está dispuesto a parar. Nace, entonces, el Cartel del Pacífico, el más peligroso que ha existido en Colombia, liderado por Óscar Cadena. Discípulo y maestro sellan, así, un pacto de amistad y de negocios. El dinero entra y la mercancía sale a diario, mientras Martín ve crecer su fortuna a pasos agigantados. Se enamora de Sofía, una aspirante al Reinado Nacional de la Belleza, pero la conquista con mentiras. El castillo se derrumba cuando la joven descubre el origen de su riqueza y lo pone a decidir entre ella y el narcotráfico. Óscar, mientras tanto, ayuda a la policía a sepultar al otrora poderoso Cartel de Occidente. Los "sapos" hacen que la guerra entre estas estructuras delictivas se caliente. Martín se niega a entrar al campo de batalla y decide instalarse en Miami con Sofía y sus hijos, sin imaginar que hasta allá llegan los tentáculos de la mafia. Él no puede escapar del mundo con el que soñó y debe continuar con sus actividades ilegales, al tiempo que es testigo de cómo sus grandes amigos en el negocio van cayendo uno a uno por balas enemigas. Socios y hermanos muertos o capturados hacen que Martín huya a México en busca de protección. Desde allá, las noticias del día le hablan de la extradición de otros tantos. Eso y un atentado en su contra son el detonante para que tome una decisión trascenden Related: el cartel de los sapos | |
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| 12 - Three 6 Mafia - Get Ya Rob (Feat Project Pat)Wed, 07 Jan 2009 00:43:29 -0800 by mfrobertaLyrics to Get Ya Rob :(feat. Project Pat)[Chorus: Juicy J]Stick'em up [repeat], raise'em up [repeat]All the flossin' on the town'll(Get ya rob)You be splurgin' all ya cash'll(Get ya rob)I heard trickin' with all them broads'll(Get ya rob)And breakin' bread with your dawgs, now that willGet ya rob[Repeat][Project Pat:]At the corner stores hangin' with my young niggasProject Pat in the Bay, what we squeeze Chrome triggersReal killers role around here, lookin' for some preyLow key behind tinted windows with the blowed face, gold platesDirty Ruger 9 kill a suckaz spineHe don't wanna come up off the wallet, then I buck him fineHe done blew off my hide, so I had to blow his life away.Blew a few more lines, just to send my conscious on it's wayPlotted on some crime, then I pulled up on a bank lotShe had a bag of money, snatched the bag, let my gun popSkidded off the lot, made a lick, thinking it was[? ] bag full of shredded checks, cold but it wasn't [? ][Juicy J:]I'm at this phone booth tell me what do you wanna do?Across the street from this dope house, I want the lootAnd all the drugs, weed, rocks, quarter keys, or a juiceI'm about to go in with them guns out, ready to shootThe police ridin' down the block, hold up (hold up) a second...They're just patrolling, I need to get'emThe time is now, I got my ski mask, AK and a pumpI'll call you back in about an hour with one of them locked in the trunkI'm running across the street (street)I'm sweating like a beast (beast)With chains on my hands (hands)And shackles on my feet (feet)My second robbery ('ry)My heart rate just increased ('creased)I'm kickin' down the back door...[gun shots/dead phone line][Chorus][DJ Paul:]Now don't show it if ya ain't gonna share itFuck around and get this pistol across ya headYou better look like the 'hood when you roll through itOr find your monkey ass leaking red like grape fluidThey will do it, my dawgs meaner than them lawsWe said it, but ye ain't comin' in our hood to fuck a brawlMake his car alarm go off, as soon as he step outWe comin' from the side of the house with the pumps out.[Chorus] Related: 12 three mafia get ya rob (feat project pat) | |
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| Keeping the peaceWed, 07 Jan 2009 00:42:54 -0800 by tychobrahenigThe Somnambulist gets himself in to quite a sticky predicament. The production is done by Don Jav. That's mafia don if you havn't done your homework. probubly the only one reading this is some dope ass cats and some cats on dope and eric pace. Eric give me your part to this track so i can add it to this video if you like it. I'm just learning how to do this shit its more like practice. first thing i've done so far... but i couldn't find my boner in a mine field. OdD Related: bang check chicks den dixon drug fck finger gang habbit li lil lions love mouthkiss much payne protest sex t. teen wayne | |
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