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Three 6 Mafia
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Love To Make A Stang
作词：Paul Beauregard, Jordan Houston
Because me really love to make a stang
Yes, yes, the high capitol make me touch ya man
Because me really love to make a stang
Yes, yes, the high capitol make me touch ya man
Because me really love to make a stang
Yes, yes, the high capitol make me touch ya man
Because me really love to make a stang
Yes, yes, the high capitol make me touch ya man
Because me really love to make a stang
Yes, yes, the high capitol make me touch ya man
Because me really love to make a stang
Yes, yes, the high capitol make me touch ya man
I'm scopin' out ya busta 'cause I got no love owe ya
I got green Chevy wid a trunk that'll hold ya down
'Til I reach my part of town black side bound clown
Shoot ya down, have ya ever heard
The sound of a SK auto round, trick
Ditch a bitch in a second click, quick
On a rapper for the hell of it
Similar to love that I got
For three six sixness in the heart of me
'Cause my bizzody wid a love for robbery
Scarecrow wid the cloudy smoke flyin' out my mouth
The little hundred rounds give it to me now, or me pow
Me cock a slug drop you in thee mud in thee blood
Eventually you pass away and then me choke on me bud
Me wonder why smokin' the thunder
Me sneak away hunt out a nigga for money
I start to share out all ah the money
And me do not stop until that bloody Sunday
No matter sunshine or rain
Man, shut the fuck up and give me everything
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Because me really love to make a stang
Yes, yes, the high capitol make me touch ya man
Because me really love to make a stang
Yes, yes, the high capitol make me touch ya man
Because me really love to make a stang
Yes, yes, the high capitol make me touch ya man
Because me really love to make a stang
Yes, yes, the high capitol make me touch ya man
Back in the days as a kid, I played stick 'em up
Now I'm gettin' buck, gained nuts, robbin' armored trucks
Walkin' through the streets of Hyde Park, when it's pitch dark
Comin' out the cuts, wid a gat when I'm ready to rob, hard to my job
I was makin' bustas think twice
Thinkin' that I'm fuckin' nice
Knowin' I'll make they body ice cold
Then throw 'em in the hideaway
Where bodies lay wid them thangs
We'll split ya brain when we stang
Because me really, because me really
Because me really, because me really love to make a stang
Because me really, because me really
Because me really, because me really love to make a stang
Because me really, because me really
Because me really, because me really love to make a stang
Because me really, because me really
Because me really, because me really love to make a stang
Because me really, because me really
Because me really, because me really love to make a stang
Because me really, because me really
Because me really, because me really love to make a stang
Because me really love to make a stang
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