Slob on My Knob Lyrics
Sarah Oconnell
This article has the latest and recently updated version of slob on my knob lyrics and talks briefly about the famous band
About
Tear da Club Up Thugs was a hip-hop group formed by the members of Three 6 Mafia in 1998. The group consisted of Three 6 Mafia members Juicy J, DJ Paul, and Lord Infamous, as well as rappers Gangsta Boo, Koopsta Knicca, and Crunchy Black. The group’s name was derived from their hit song “Tear da Club Up,” which was released by Three 6 Mafia in 1997.
Tear da Club Up Thugs released their debut album, “CrazyNDaLazDayz,” in 1999, which featured guest appearances from fellow Memphis rappers Project Pat and La Chat. The album was a commercial success, reaching No. 14 on the Billboard 200 and No. 5 on the Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums charts.
The group went on to release two more albums, “CrazyNDaLazDayz II – The Sequel” and “Thug Mentality 1999,” before disbanding in 2001. However, Juicy J, DJ Paul, and other members of Three 6 Mafia continued to release music under the Three 6 Mafia name.
Three 6 Mafia is a legendary hip-hop group originally from Memphis, Tennessee. The group was formed in 1991 by DJ Paul, Juicy J, and Lord Infamous, and they quickly gained a cult following with their blend of dark, aggressive beats and horror-inspired lyrics.
Over the years, Three 6 Mafia has released numerous classic albums, including “Mystic Stylez,” “Da Unbreakables,” and “Most Known Unknown.” They have also won several awards, including an Academy Award for Best Original Song for “It’s Hard Out Here for a Pimp” from the film “Hustle & Flow.”
Despite multiple lineup changes over the years, Three 6 Mafia remains one of the most influential hip-hop groups of all time, and their influence can be heard in the work of many contemporary rap artists.
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Slob on My Knob Lyrics
Slob on my nob, like corn on tha 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
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’s face
Real name Rover, I said bend over
I started knock, then came the odour
Smelled like mush, shoulda had a wush
Told her to stop and take a dush
Once she did that, I didn’t want the cat
So I backed out, and never came back
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
My nigga 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, fill up your tummy
House full of kids, parents all sprung
Once had it down, backyard ground
Hit it from the back, enjoy the sound
Lay ’em undercover, always used a rubber
‘Til 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
Call up the boys, went to her house
Charges the whole place, threw the bitch out
Police busted in, where them niggas at
We left just in time and never came back
Rolled through the hood waving at the freaks
Who sniffin’ on the rocks, smoking of the gigs?
Made another stop, police station
Saw a few cops, drove by and sprayed ’em
License tag number, a nigga said he saw
Bogus of the time, never get caught
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