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Tear Da Club Up Thugs, Three 6 Mafia - Slob On My Nob (Official Audio) ft. Project Pat
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Credits

OPTREDENDE ARTIESTEN
Project Pat
Project Pat
Zang
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Zang
Juicy J
Juicy J
Zang
Lord Infamous
Lord Infamous
Zang
COMPOSITIE EN SONGTEKST
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
P. Beauregard
P. Beauregard
Songwriter
PRODUCTIE EN TECHNIEK
Juicy J
Juicy J
Producent
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Producent
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering engineer
Michael Steve Moller
Michael Steve Moller
Mixtechnicus
Niko Lyras
Niko Lyras
Mixtechnicus

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Slob on my knob
Like corn on the cob
Check in with me and do your job
Lay on the bed and give me head
Don't have to ask
Don't have to beg
Juicy is my name
Sex is my game
Let's call the boys
Let's run a train
[Verse 2]
Squeeze on my nuts
Lick on my butt
The natural curly hair, please, don't touch
First find a mate
Second find a place
Third find a bag to hide the ho face
Real name Grover
I said bend over
I started to knock
Then came the odor
Smelled like mush
Shouldn't had a woosh
Told her to stop and take a douche
Once she did that
I didn't want the cat
So I bounced out and never came back
[Verse 3]
Suck a **** dick or some
Suck a **** dick or some
Suck a **** dick or some
Suck a **** dick or some
[Verse 4]
My **** D-magic
Said he had to have it
I said just forget it
It's too crabby
Know a little freak in Hollywood
Sucks on dick
Does it real good
She'll give you money
Feel up your tummy
House full of kids
Parents all sprungy
Once had a down
Backyard ground
Hit it from the back
Enjoy the sound
Lay on the cover
Always use the rubber
Till I got caught fuckin' with her mother
She blamed it on me
We fought in the street
She pulled out a knife
So I had to flee
Called up the boys
Went to her house
Charged the whole place
Threw the bitch out
Police busted in
Where the **** at?
We left just in time and never came back
[Verse 5]
Roll through the hood
Wavin' at the freaks
Who's sniffin' all the rocks and smokin' all the geeks
Made another stop
Police station
Saw a few cops
Drove by and sprayed 'em
License tag number
A **** said he saw
Bogus all the time
Never get caught
Written by: Jordan Houston, Paul D. Beauregard
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