Paroles: Three 6 Mafia. Underground, Vol. 3: Kings Of Memphis. Jealous Ass Bitches.

DJ Paul]
Jealous, jealous, jealous, jealous ass bitches!
Jea, Jea, jealous ass bitches! jealous ass bitches!
Jealous ass bitches!
[Chorus - repeat 4X]

Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin bout
Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho!

[DJ Paul]
We gotta hear the speaker upon a certain subject tho
My killas and playas
These niggas hatas so they talk shit bout us to our hoes
These niggas being
They talk shit tryna put salt in our peeing
Some hating bitches but not seein
We goin after you enemies
Anger is all in me
Infared and feel these
Graspin another clip
Cross outs
Or get tossed out
On that pizzacks
Slammed to the pavement
For a fizz (JEALOUS!)
Never really cool wit me
Hoes ya gotta put em up
Backstabbers and downers hold ya down but bitch im
bout some commers
Puttin them guns up
For ya lame
Take no charges for ya man
Toe to toe witcha hoe
No problem man we can swang bang Bitch!

[ScareCrow]
Well I be damned
We choppin off ones on these fuckin ass bitches 'cause
Its ScareCrow, and Goddy Cally, Tomontana and Hafa
they ain't got shit else to offer, Baraka
I'm only 5"5" so I love when they call me Lil' Poppa
I can't get a post, the copper so close
Less evil down here by tha dock 'cause they think they some coners
But in a lil while you fuck niggas gone need some blood doners
Put dirt in they launcher
We ridin through India launcher
They dead on the corner we comin real loca
I tell ya the nigs in my click man we comin real loca
They stayin real blow on tha snow
Always Coca Cola... but not the kind in the can
The kind in the drank cooler or in the drink stand
And niggas in mafia land do not give a damn matter you penny or brands
These niggas got faith in they strap like a crucifix
Run on there knees like the purist christian

We dont have to been that great 'cause its no smoking the
store Kalicofalilo? check yo collar
[Chorus 2X]


[Gangsta Boo]
A nova gettin money lendin niggas pimp by the Boo
Aint nothin but gangsta up in me fool
They want me to smile but steady I frown
Niggaz and dollars he's whinnin diamond his lady
For what its worth im takin you bitches main
So let that steam out yo collar
And face reallity
You cant compare when it come to misses Boo
Cant be taking no losses from none of you project ho bitches
I'm livin it up stayin down, tryna get what I can
From the 9-6 to 2G, I'm lovin money now man
So why you playa hatin
Ho you need to dig what I peep
You wonderin why you aint bail
'cause you be fuckin for free
So since you hot you better let that steam up outta your collar
I'm gettin richer and richer I love the almighty dollar
Back when I was broke

[Juicy J]
didnt nobody wanna fuck wit me
Magic in this property
hangin wit my nigga D.
snipers gaurdin niggas
wit them triggers
slangin nuttin but fruit
like they on that screw
making junkies flip into a zone
those was my itles
Dan and J. said stick to rap
ima get tha gat
'cause if you die in that shit
3 years past and I finnaly got a fuckin break
3-6 Mafia missed the styles
niggas start to hate
fo i started makin cheese
sellin tapes
underground players stay down
now they frown when I come around
but im maintaining
still drankin
hatin I cant destroy
every time I ride
All I hear is fuck witcha boy

[Chorus 2X]

Draped up and dripped out
Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho
Draped up and dripped out
Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho