Project Pat, Juicy J, DJ Paul - Show Dem Golds lyrics

Northside ho, Southside ho
Eastside ho, Westside ho

Where dem gang, gang signs
(show ya golds, show ya golds)
Where dem hood, hood signs
(throw some 'bows, throw some 'bows)

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'mma let you
Disrespect this shit here
Before I blow a nigga ass off
- him and his ho 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

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

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 it's sad, but I did the crime
I accept 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 surprised
You gon' meet your fate

Show ya golds, show ya golds
Throw some 'bows, throw some 'bows
Show ya golds, show ya golds
Throw some 'bows, throw some 'bows