Songtext Wonabees Three 6 Mafia

Wonabees

[Chorus: Project Pat]

Wonabee wonabee

Everybody wonabee

Like a young G
Gold teeth, drinkin' Hennessy
Slang a ounce, to a bird

In the street, like the curb

Candy paint, twenty chrome
Chiefin' on green herb
[2x]

[
Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]

I got this clout NOW!
Back in the day, I wasn't here NOW!
Since I been droppin' these verses
I'm out the head

Just like the babies wanna think I'll come home
I'm from the South bloaw,

I got Hypnotize gear on my body, throw on the set

Real quick, y'all squeezin' them triggers we bout to pop (pop)
Any fly lil' mama's boy, who movin' up on the block

Think you the stuff, you think you rough, boy quit playin'
Gangsta Boo know where she stay

Between the nozzle you layin'

[Verse 2: Crunchy Blac]

You tryna wear my shoes

You tryna wear my clothes

You tryna be like me,
I'm tryna be like you bro,

What I'm really tryna say

You got to keep it all real

You can't be takin' no deal

You gotta get you a meal

See it's hard out here,
Peeps'll end ya career

See it's hard out here

People put you in a wheelchair
I'm tryna give you a meal
I'm tryna keep it all real

See you be fakin' a deal

So I'ma let ya see how it feel

[
Chorus (2x)]

[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]

Thinkin' ya ballin' this bangin'
Ya cold and ya hungry in ya sleep,

You wish that was your life

So y'all been yappin' for a chiefy

Ya greedy and fiendin' to be a happy 'sa-super chi?

But you don't think it because there's plenty
of dues to be paid, up in this industry,

Wanna come in outta nowhere bitch

I kick you on the streets then run in yo ear

And yet you end up wid that set that you claim

To requilinquish? your master start, playa,

I can't play yo album mack,

And everybody can't be on the same thing

And everybody can't be a known rapper

Know what I tell ya exactly

[
Verse 4: Juicy J]

In the ghetto we got ghetto stars

Riding in a steamed up car

Lex, wid them tinted windows

Pushing down the Boulevard
In the mouth you see the grill

You face a playa cause he real

Not because he roll and smoke

Or cut some deals, for the bills

Plus I'm tryna stack some G's
Pushing weight like quarter kis

Hey let me ride in that Lexus truck?

Freak you betta hit your knees

Never will I save a broad

Gangsta playas comin' hard

Chickenheads get out my car
I'm leavin' frantic in the park

[
Chrous (2x)]

[Verse 5: DJ Paul]

Y'all hatas ain't no killas
Y'all hatas be hoes

Cause neither one is ridin' down blastin

Wid hugs and vogues

Them boys tryna play the hard role

They get a head hole

Them boys shoulda played the smart role

And kept they ass closed

Instead ah sayin', what they saw

What I did, and who I did it to

Who else is in on ità

Who else you told?
I'm yellow paging 'em too

I had it up to here
I'm killin' this bullshit
Y'all fingers on triggers

And all them niggas on bullshit

[
Verse 6: Project Pat]

So you wanna be ah,

Playa just like me ah,
Ridin' on tortillahs,
Choppin' up a ki ah,

Project dodgin' lizos,

Glocka in my drizaws,

Optimal after mo never do we pissoz,

Do you have a hizap?,

To unload a trigga,
Crushin' on ya paper,
Thinkin' youse a faker,

Now you got to do 'em
Or get played for a sucka,

Handle that use that gat

Or live like a clucka

[
Chorus (4x)]