Funky Town

[Skit from a movie]

(Like thiiis)

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
We packin' them Glock nineteens
With the beams when we on the scene
Billion got 'em buckin'
Blowin' clean off that triple beam with BHZ
n*ggas hope with third world
n*ggas hope with the triads
The sh*t they fools burn is no tellin though
Queens mound in this b*tch
Stay down with the click
Never turned the backs on backstabbers
Now it's super thick, too lame, never lame
Always been my f*ckin' 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 though
But don't let them drugs change ya
Get buck as you can fool
But try to control the anger
n*ggas 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 Six got the sh*t
Mane I make you n*ggas choke
Gangsta B Where you be?
Blow out a cloud of smoke

[Hook: DJ Paul] 2x
To my n*ggas on that white: Funky Town!
To my n*ggas on that yellow: Funkty Town!
To my n*ggas on that green: Funky Town!
To my n*ggas on that loop: Funky Town!

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I wanna send a shout-out to my n*ggas who be on that dope
Chillin' on a corner, shootin' that dice between the Indo smoke
Squad and big ... and curt
Lil Blue ..., all my n*ggas from my turf
What's up to my n*ggas from the groove?
I ain't forgot cha fool
Lil Glock and S.O.G, Hurry T and Heavy C
n*gga 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 c*cked 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 motherf*ckers lyin' on they back

[Hook: DJ Paul] 2x
To my n*ggas on that blow: Funky Town!
To my n*ggas on that syrup: Funkty Town!
To my n*ggas on that ink: Funky Town!
To my n*ggas on that fruity: Funky Town!

[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]
Choppin' these flaugers
I ... just leave 'em all drippin'
With then my artillery drenched
...
... begging these b*tches ...
They (?) the pleadin', the death and the rainin'
There's no one who wishes to take all my profits
Are doomed ... fool
The devil is shieldin' my brain
When me visualize demons surroundin' my room
Cause we rowdy (?) come to rumble
We full of the thunder, the straight-to-the-dome
Do not disturb my patience
When fillin' myself with the incense of (?)
Lemme burn up B-U-Ds, durk-a-durk up in the freeze
Triple Six Mafia members of the
Memphis has put down another LP
Scarecrow in heaven (?) mystically
Never get tired up in heaven and smoke out
Satanic south Funky Town
Come down, buck all hoes down
b*tches get stomped with a fox jump
My n*ggas too crunk over that funk
Paul Masson got me dead drunk
Now let the Devil Shyt pump
As I awake from the things
I was quittin' from the night before
They want to snap outta trance
I only want to snack some more
The only attire, crank the chevy
Then me race up out South Memphis
Go and visit me and Three Six 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
[3x]

Ballin' through Black Haven deep as hell in the suburban mane
Ballin' through Black Haven deep as hell in the suburban mane