Three 6 Mafia is an American hip hop group from Memphis, Tennessee. Originally called "Backyard Posse," the group has included many members, including Gangsta Blac, Gangsta Boo, La' Chat, Koopsta Knicca, Lord Infamous, and Crunchy Black. The group now consists of only Juicy J and DJ Paul,who also serve as in-house producers. Project Pat is signed to their label along with Lil' Wyte, Chrome, Boogieman, and Frayser Boy. The dark and hardcore group is famous for their gruesome lyrics with topics ranging from rape to drug use to inciting the crowd in a nightclub to riot.
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Good Stuff Lyrics
Three 6 Mafia
Where ya been
All of my life
I need ya bad
Ive been searchin for ya
That good ol stuff
I cant get enough
You know Ive been yoanin (yearnin) for ya
Call me a drunkie thats wrong
Dont play it instead of rich bone
Young son thats full of that come
We needs a one and a one
I gotta getcha what ever it takes
Gotta hit your bis o
Soon as I flake
I take you how ever you might be
Pack dollar pill away
You know you got me feelin good
Drop top down up in through the hood
Ask me about a whole key
And man I tell ya I wish I could
Its all goody-good
I think enough
Still like screamin on after none
Give me that razor that plate the lazer man
I need my medicine
That pulles me oh some nice and slow
Get him some stand lookin out the door
Better get ready for all night
You know how we wanna moan and blow
Escence up the blessin
Keep me puzzled like enigma
My partner put me down
Where I start pound
The cop is cheaper
My smoke and flows like mystical music
And know someone screamin is chiefa
On holloween
I pass it out to all the trick or treaters
In 1999 them little is will come through for you bombers
So now lord infamous blessin I was sitting bull
And poke the hunters
Smoke out your lungs
And powder your nose
We grabbin big bitches
Or sometimes we kick it
We breakin the season
We breakin our streets in
We breakin out sick cause I make em up stick
Triple 6 mafia gettin so rowdy because we are out of this atmosphere
Without the smoke hit eyes
So blury blur vision and tears
Kaze on the right, on the left, to the rear
Scarecrow me keyed plus
The smoke flyin out of me lungs
Me keep these (? ? )
Sprinkled down little kids gum
Chorus x2
Gimme some of that good stuff
Gimme somethin thatll feel kinda special
Gimme somethin thatll do it
Do it, put my mind to it
Until we get high
I keep that good stuff (lady what you mean)
Good stuff for that light green
Everytime you see me
Eyes are red but still Im on my ps
Smokin gettin motivated
Just chillin with nuthin but playas
Hatin as I can be
Relaxed and bumpin some johnny taylor
Feelin good as hell
Its so swell
High, this stuff has got me goosed up
Got me wantin some good lovin
So I call my shorty
Baby, baby some and give it to me, give it to me right
Come in with the quickness
Got you speachless to this freaky night
Still Im stayin bout it
Never hate wit bustas
So can you see
Solo never sucka
Always catch me with the prophet p
Gone remain his lady
Kinda crazy
So dont test me
I will buck your bro down
When that good stuff got me in disquise
What you got down in your trunk
Nothin but good stuff
Knowin this funk
Guaranteed to keep you up
Make you hyper super crunk
Let me know on what you need
Im cuttin up gears
Come shock with me
Your partner used to pluck you twice
Im giving out samples
And its free
Package deals from state to state
The ice cream man
Who deliver that cake
You wanna get a piece
To shake
The bigger the plate
The bigger the blade
The thicker the cheese
The more you can take
On and on gotta keep that pace
>from scene to scene
Supplyin that d
Some of that pure
Not none of that dank
Its over solder
Dodge their forty
Get with the man if you want to get bloated
Just like taking a sniff of roses
This lil sniff
They roll it up all night to the early mornin
Constantly movin now for yawnin
Burnin my people on every pay phone
And allow that good stuff
Surper (? ? )
I be like indo in
Dont go hollow what your friend
Plus have them twins
The henn and a bunch of bird shit
Swith your man
So I can get into the groove
And he whos cool cant
Juicys constantly speakin at me though
He aint sayin nothin
Man he may be the crunkin
That funny
Or the super bionic
Sick here wanna sit here
Fartin like Im a motor or somethin
Is it the squish
I cannot remember
Yes sir its understood
Koo must donw got a little bit of hit of somethin good
Chorus...till fade