Wonabees Lyrics - Underground, Vol. 3: Kings Of Memphis - Three 6 Mafia

[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, 

Wan