Three 6 Mafia feat. Chamillionaire - Doe Boy Fresh

Dj Paul
(intro)

Yea
Hypnotize Minds
Three 6 Mafia
Academy award winnas
Wat
Wat
Wat
Chamillionaire
We stronga then eva
For real
The last 2 walk
Its goin(howlin)
Its goin down!

(Chorus)

I saty doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh!
YEEAA! Now wat it is boy?
Doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh!
YEEAA! Now wat it is boy?
Doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh!
YEEAA! Now wat it is boy?
Doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh!
YEEAA! Now wat it is boy?

Dj Paul
(Verse 1)

Anotha day, anotha dolla, anotha nite to make a hoe holla
I pop her cherry, then i pop ma colla
Pop brand new tags off the brand new clothes
Brush my hair back, and kick the ho out the door
Flip a quarter, see which ride we pull out the garage
Wireless transmittas in the front of my barge
Pull a pack out, as if my body eva sinned
10 O’clock in the nite, but my day just began
07 Murcielago wit the wings out
I usually neva drive it, but i heard the hos out
Fresher than a mint leave, smellin like a coco leave

Centa of attention, ho smilin cuz dey posted

(Chorus)

Chamillionaire

(Verse 2)

Yea
Chamilitary
Hey! Trick kno how i get my grands, trynna snatch it betta switch ya plans
Pull a stack out my dickies pants, and slap a hata wit my bizznus hand
Keep a spare for that clip that jams, money like mike, and a pimp like can!
Put some chromes unda that big Sedan, and im pimpin betta than Xzibit can!
And ur impressed behind my ear, lookin aqua fena clear
If u dont like it come disputed, do ya best 2 disapear
Yea! U kno wat it is, dont call me chamillionaire
Now the world gotta address me as the hustla of the year!
And im the man to respect, im demandin respect
Or im commandin that cannon thru that dam, that’s the chest
Aint no hustla or anotha on this planet as FRESH!
So wen i lift up my royal, hand my pinky rang shake ya pecks

(Chorus)

Juicy J
(Verse 3)

My cars inside peanut butta, outside JELLY!
Flicka 26 is drankin, drakin wit my CELLY!
We takin real orders, talkin code on that TELLY!
We choppin up the door like a butcha in the DELI!
U kno that purple cush will leave ur clothes all SMELLY!
But if u slangin pounds then ur pockets shuld b SWELLY!
Im ballin till im fallen just like that movie BELLY!
Im always stayin strapped for u niggas dat b PETTY!
Tote a 9, 9, 9, on the grind, grind, grind
I shine, shine, shine, jewelry blind, blind, blind
The time, time, time , yes its prime, prime, prime
Im takin no retacts cuz its mine, mine, mine
NIGGA!

(Chorus)

I STAY FRESH, FRESH, FRESH, FR, FR, FR, FRESH!(X8)