Three 6 Mafia Don't Cha Get Mad Lyrics

[DJ Paul]
You know we gotta do one for all these n____z out here sideline
hatin y'knowhatI'msayin... don't get mad cause a n____ straight up
out the paint shop or car wash or the car lot or whatnot... feelin mean on
the scene wit a pocket full of green y'knowhatI'msayin... and any one
of y'all hoes think a n____ gon give 'em somethin I can't give ya
s___ but this d___ in ya m____fuckin mouth and ya m____fuckin
hole and you gotta reach me somethin for that ho cause I ain't
for free b____.. pay whatcha m____fuckin weigh

[Crunchy Blac]
I pull up clean in my black f___in truck
Rims still spinnin so you know I'm cuttin up
I'm ridin down the street b__pin nothin but us
I spotted me a freak she was bout to catch a buzz
I asked her whats her name baby it could be love
But you know ya boy don't f___ wit nothin but s___s
The ones that make money and stack them bucks
A bank for that cap and a bank for that b___
s___!

[Juicy J]
n____ I'll tell yo gal she can suck on this big ol' d___
And won't be f___ed up bout it if she pay her rent to a pimp
And in the public's eyes she can be legit be my b____
At the shake junt she gotta work a trick get the grip
Never no back talkin cause I call her jack backhand slap
She come up short wit money baby then I snap wit a strap
She gotta let these hoes know who the s___ runnin this
And you just might have to throw some blows take a hit wit the fist

[Chorus][DJ Paul & Mr. Bigg] x2
Don't cha get mad when I swerve and I twist
Ridin ridin down yo block I got my charm out the window
Don't cha get mad when I swerve and I twist
I ain't braggin on myself but I deserve this miss

[DJ Paul]
I'm swervin I'm twistin from side to side
I got that iron right on my side
Them 20-inch vogues wit the yellow stripes
A 'rillo rolled up wit some of that light
The 360 turn on the fold down screens
Turn it all the way around and watch it from the front seat
The knock in the back got the trunk on rattle
Them hoes flockin to my whip thick like cattle

[Lil Flip]
HEYY.. you better put that money in my hand
I was born to be a mack not yo muhfuckin man
You mad cause I hit cha ho me and her split cha dough
Why you actin surprised I know you heard this s___ befo'
Me and Quint pushin Vettes smokin dro no stress
One tech two glocks infra red no vests
I clock dollaz and pop collaz for a livin
I'm at Pressure World every time I hit Memphis

[Chorus][DJ Paul & Mr. Bigg] x2

[music to fade]