Three 6 Mafia

Three 6 Mafia - Dope Boy Fresh lyrics

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(feat. Chamillionaire)



[DJ Paul: talking] 

Yeah, Hypnotize Minds 

Three 6 Mafia, Academy Award Winners 

Chamillionaire, we stronger than ever, for real 

Da last to walk 

It's goin' it's goin' down 



[Hook:] 

I stay dope boy, dope-d-dope boy fresh 

Yeah, fresh, fresh, fresh 

Now what I is boy 

Dope boy, dope-d-dope boy fresh 

Yeah, fresh, fresh, fresh 

Now what I is boy 

Dope boy, dope-d-dope boy fresh 

Yeah, fresh, fresh, fresh 

Now what I is boy 

Dope boy, dope-d-dope boy fresh 

Yeah, fresh, fresh, fresh 

Now what I is boy 



[Verse 1: DJ Paul] 

Another day another dollar, another night to make a ho holla 

I pop her cherry then I pop my collar 

I pop brand new tags off of brand new clothes 

Brush my hair back and kick the ho out the do' 

Flip a corner see which ride I'm pullin' up out the garage 

Wireless transmitters send the bump from my bard 

Pull a pack out and fill my body up with sin 

Ten o'clock at night but my day has just begin 

Oh-seven Murci?lago with the wings out 

I usually never drive it but I heard the hoes out 

Fresher than a mint leaf, smellin' like a coca leaf 

Center of attention, hoes smilin' cause they wants to be 



[Hook] 



[Verse 2: Chamillionaire] 

Hey, streets know how I gets my grands 

Try to snatch it better switch ya plans 

Pull a stack out my Dickies pants 

Slap a hater with my business hand 

Keep a spare for that clip that jam 

Money like Mike and pimp like Ken 

Put some chrome under the big sedan 

And I pimp it better than Xzibit can 

And they impressed by how my ear lookin' Aquafina clear 

If you don't like it come dispute it do ya best to disappear 

Yeah, you know what it is don't call me Chamillionaire 

Now the world gotta address me as the hustler of the year 

I'm the man to respect, I'm demandin' respect 

Or I'm commandin' that cannon through that damage to chest 

Ain't a hustler or another on the planet as fresh 

So when I lift up my royal hand my pinky ring shake in pecks 



[Hook] 



[Verse 3: Juicy J] 

My cars inside peanut butter outside jelly 

Flickin' twenty-sixes drankin' drankin' on my celly 

We takin' real orders, talkin' codes on that telly 

We choppin' up that dope like a butcher in a deli 

You know that purple kush leave yo clothes all smelly 

But if you slangin' pound then ya pockets should be swelly 

I'm ballin' till I'm fallin' just like the movie Belly 

I'm always stayin' strapped for you niggaz that be petty 

Tote a nine, nine, nine on the grind, grind, grind 

I shine, shine, shine jewelry blind, blind, blind 

The time, time, time yes it's prime, prime, prime 

I'm takin' no retracts cause it's mine, mine, mine nigga 



[Hook: with variations]
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