Gotta Touch 'Em (Explicit)-Three-6 Mafia

Gotta Touch 'Em (Explicit)

歌手:Three-6 Mafia

时间:2001-04-24

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Gotta Touch 'Em (Explicit) - Three-6 Mafia

Psycho in da

Psycho in da

Psycho in da

Cut with the mask and the pistol grip

Psycho in da

Psycho in da

Psycho in da

Psycho in da

Psycho in da

Cut with the mask and the pistol grip

I gotta' touch'em

I gotta' touch'em

Psycho in da

Psycho in da

Psycho in da

Cut with the mask and the pistol grip

I gotta' touch'em

I gotta' touch'em

Psycho in da

Psycho in da

Psycho in da

Cut with the mask and the pistol grip

This sh*t is begining to come into focus

But no one can figure out

Infamous murderous of psychosis

Trippin' I'm runnin' the darkness

I'm loadin' barettas I'm jackin' yo' hoe sh*t

A posse of satanic mothers we comin' to smuggle

And leave them in puddles of plasma

I'm comin' for stashes for cash

The blast until everyone in here passed out

My fellow man you cannot comprehend

Strength of the devil military killers

Execution to death you will send us no harmony

Now enter your head through the pillow

The Tre-six niggah comin' to injure you at nightfall

Give it up or this desert eagle shall

Make them fall up on you all

Come on mayn you finna give me them niggah

Naw b**ch

Aww dog

Naw b**ch

A couple of hundred mayn just a couple of

Hundred mayn a couple hundred

Check it out my nig

I'm gonna kill you anyway

You won't need none of that sh*t

Ran through the backyard jumped the gate

To the corner of the back street

Hopped into the steamer tossed

The f**kin' stash behind the seat

I'm comin' to rusm'em son

Crush'em son buck my gun

I'm gonna reach out and touch someone

I gotta' touch'em

I gotta' touch'em

Psycho in da

Psycho in da

Psycho in da

Cut with the mask and the pistol grip

I gotta' touch'em

I gotta' touch'em

Psycho in da

Psycho in da

Psycho in da

Cut with the mask and the pistol grip

I gotta' touch'em

I gotta' touch'em

Psycho in da

Psycho in da

Psycho in da

Cut with the mask and the pistol grip

I gotta' touch'em

I gotta' touch'em

Psycho in da

Psycho in da

Psycho in da

Cut with the mask and the pistol grip

I got a problem money dividends

Gotta' solve them

The only thing going through my head

Is murder and rob them

I heard they got cash

I gotta touch they a**

Quick fast in a hurry get away with a f**kin' dash

Every night I sit and think on why

These hoes keep playin' wit' me

They gonna make me click them clicka click

And they don't wanna see my bad side

They gonna make me transform to another man

And make they mother f**kin'

A** do the devil dance

Crunchy Black b**ch

Comin' at you hoes easy come easy go

Easily we kickin' doors I gotta' touch'em

In my f**kin' head I vision blood be red

As I chopped off his f**kin' head

Left him dead for them b**ches

A psycho at large

Some b**ch gone step to this bomber squad

I'm harder niggah when I click you will

Feel like a prey that was predator

For them paramedics

See wait for the Koopsta scare'em

Sk-skinny in the pimpin'

Now waitin' for that armegeddon

B**ch

I gotta' touch'em

I gotta' touch'em

Psycho in da

Psycho in da

Psycho in da

Cut with the mask and the pistol grip

I gotta' touch'em

I gotta' touch'em

Psycho in da

Psycho in da

Psycho in da

Cut with the mask and the pistol grip

I gotta' touch'em

I gotta' touch'em

Psycho in da

Psycho in da

Psycho in da

Cut with the mask and the pistol grip

I gotta' touch'em

I gotta' touch'em

Psycho in da

Psycho in da

Psycho in da

Cut with the mask and the pistol grip

I hooked up with a freak down

Niggah's from the M-town

Then we started robbin' outta town

Makin' them lay it down

Touchin' crackers wit a 12

Gauge to they f**kin' back

Stickin' them liqour stores

Robbin' banks plenty car-jacks

Snatchin' old ladies purse knockin' niggah's to the dirt

My 9 gone make yo body hurt

I'm go put your body in hearst

Call me a playa hater traitor what you want b**ch

Strapped wit them thangs

On your a** hear them guns clicks

Inside job strictly robbin' so you better beware

Other niggah wit a gat a mask raise'em in the air

Now raise'em up an down

For the killah man as a youngster

Stickin' these tricks up daily you

Trippin' I'm still a hustler

Cuttin' class don't make my snooze behind the barrel

Shootin' crowds I hit it up in a honey comb

An smoke a f**kin' pamper house

Hollerin' at my brother Phil D I gotta' get straight

No thang mayn he got me straight

That thang fool be boomin' weight

Hoppin' on my skooter with my ski

Mask an my deuce duece

All blue joggin' suit tube socks and

But now I'm gettin' old and comin'

Clean is what I'm hopin'

And now that I got boulder d**e

Girls are what I'm Scopin' b**ch

This is the touch

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