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    "Show Dem Golds" Lyrics

    Project Pat

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    [Hook 1 2x]
    Northside hoe, Southside hoe
    Eastside hoe, Westside hoe

    [Chorus 2x]
    Where dem gang, gang signs (show ya golds, show ya golds)
    Where dem hood, hood signs (throw some 'bows, throw some 'bows)

    [DJ Paul]
    It's the return of the gangsta - like my niggas OutKast
    Smokin' on the dank-a - shut ya mouth, I might pass
    Niggas off the heezy, fuck all at the fuckin' bar
    On the floor or in the parking lot they throw it out the car
    If they throw the wrong sign - niggas better handle it
    Fuck goin' outside - right here you gettin' wet
    I'm glad for this here, all I know is this here
    And you thinkin' I'ma let you disrespect this shit here
    Before I blow a nigga ass off - him and his hoe
    Ready to rob me a bitch and get the fuck out the do'
    This shit is real dumb nigga, who fucka say we playin'
    Boy you in the wrong land, fuckin' wit a grown man
    It's: "MAFIA, MAFIA" from the beginning into ending
    While you grinnin' I whoop yo ass, bitch in one inning
    You know the biz, Three 6 is the name boy
    You heard my sign now won't you show me what you claim boy

    [Chorus 4x]

    [Juicy J]
    We up all night, we smokin' that shit
    Somebody run they mouth and then we bop on the bitch
    They called us niggas, we run in packs
    Some playa hate this skin because the color is black
    We sag our jeans, the ride be clean
    Them twanky-twin-twins make them rims be mean
    We bracing ahead, we trust in the lead
    The fool we don't like is police and the Fed.'s
    And if you violate - get that tone to the head
    And if ya girl approach us - we'll see her in bed
    I'll probably own her flick 'cause she ain't nothin' to us
    A neighborhood chewer-hut, hoodrat, slut
    We people on the left - and we folks on the right
    We throwin' up them thangs - and we startin' them fights
    The swinging we be doin' is a ugly site
    We sleep in the morning and we come out at night

    [Chorus 4x]

    [Project Pat]
    Fuck around and get gun end, straight up out the pen
    From the mane with the sawed-off, lay up off the Gin
    You can win if you squeeze first - hollow points disperse
    You may leave in an ambulance or inside a hearse
    Niggas curse when they get caught, then they go to jail
    Took a purse with the gold watch - but I can't make bail
    Yeah its sad, but I did the crime, I except the time
    Just another broke hood nigga - cheese up on my mind
    Grab the nine, wanna make change
    Suckers lay it down, Project Pat and them Three 6 niggas who get down
    'Bout that loot, let the bullets shoot - get across your grill
    I'm a North Memphis dinner thief - all about a meal
    And I will still retaliate, all you ones that hate
    I'm a rider for Hypnotize, move or wrapped in tape
    A survivor so realize, catchin' you on late
    In the bushes don't be surprise, you gon' meet your fate

    [Chorus 4x]

    [Hook 2 2x]
    ...show ya golds, show ya golds
    ...throw some 'bows, throw some 'bows
    ...show ya golds, show ya golds
    ...throw some 'bows, throw some 'bows
    This song was submitted on December 14th, 2009 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC.
    Written by Jordan Houston, Patrick Houston, Paul Beauregard.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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