文本歌词

Put Ya Signs (Explicit) - Three 6 Mafia
Written by：Jordan Houston
Put ya sign in his face gang sign in his face
Put ya sign in his face gang sign in his face
Make them ni**as fight what make them hoes fight
Make them ni**asfight what make them hoes fight
Put ya sign in his face gang sign in his face
Put ya sign in his face gang sign in his face
Make them ni**asfight what make them hoes fight
Make them ni**asfight what make them hoes fight
If you b**ches ain't scared put a b**ch right to the floor
Tell her she belong below under shoes where roaches go
Ho I'm ready if you ready tell me what you wanna do
To the lovely gangsta boo buck as f**k I thought you knew
Put my sign up in ya face
Leave ya stape without a trace
You ain't buck cause b**ch I saw ya stankin' a** yesterday
Tuck ya chain ho ya cause I'm coming in the crowd boy
With ni**asand I'm out slammin' b**ches to the ground
I see ya from the stage ya angry face is fighting in the corner
Full of m*******a ni**asin the middle in a trauma
While they throwin' 'bo's they snatchin' hoes that stuck in a coma
Any thick lil' fine b**ch come on through a ni**a all up on her
Some trick done got mad and ran to the wagon
And grabbed a 12 gauge pump
Probably full of that numby numb that coke and rum and getting' dumb
Cars are barrelin' through the ni**a shootin' runnin' to the rover
Ni**as catchin' the heat from slugs
Negroes getting' trampled over
Put ya sign in his face gang sign in his face
Put ya sign in his face gang sign in his face
Make them ni**asfight what make them hoes fight
Make them ni**asfight what make them hoes fight
Put ya sign in his face gang sign in his face
Put ya sign in his face gang sign in his face
Make them ni**asfight what make them hoes fight
Make them ni**asfight what make them hoes fight
Now I got you b**ches hot
Platinum out and on the spot
Mad because they take your cell
So they stop at slangin' rocks
Bring yo a** to north Memphis
Killas hang and ni**aspimpin'
Playas on them cards flippin'
Chopping d**e up in the kitchen
And I always keep it real
Way before a record deal
So my ni**a don't hate on me cause juicy j be getting his bills
Clean that mug from off ya face unless you want a casket case
Ni**a f**k what ya end who ya clean and f**k ya friend
Ni**a you claiming set throwin' showin' signs
You ain't no one look inside your face is plain as day
Another ho is showin'
B**ch I'm down with the same game you claim but I will f**k you up
Ho it ain't the same off in them flames I don't give a f**k
Put some in your liver you so trill in the studio
Ni**a all but the liver watch you run like b**ch
Was stealers that I let you
Know
Packing automatics full of that static that you stressin' for
Actin' like you want some but it seems you scared to go
Put ya sign in his face gang sign in his face
Put ya sign in his face gang sign in his face
Make them ni**asfight what make them hoes fight
Make them ni**asfight what make them hoes fight
Hey don't call me for sweet songs
Ain't no funky
Ain't no funky smiling' faces
Ain't no grins up on this man
It's the that keeps me cool
Social security breaking news
Sh*t could fight up all night with mo henny wait that's how I breath
Do you feel it is it rare
Smack that b**ch up with that chair
When you see me over there
Raise your hands up in the air
Cause b**ch this ain't no rosewood
Ni**a take another round
Slipped up chopped up f**ked lights out
Claim where I claim hang where I hang
Burn where I burn ni**a ain't no thing
Do what I do hanging with my crew
What what what what ni**a I thought you knew
Ain't no hood throwin' our sets
Me f**kin' more ni**a no disrespect
Get out our way gun will spray
Easy come ni**a any day
Put ya sign in his face gang sign in his face
Put ya sign in his face gang sign in his face
Make them ni**asfight what make them hoes fight