Slob On My Knob - Jazz Remix

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Slob On My Knob - Jazz Remix by Juicy J

Slob On My Knob - Jazz Remix Lyrics

How y'all doing tonight?
You feeling good? You? Yeah
So, I had to, um, make a jazz version of a old Three 6 classic
How many of y'all grew up listening to Three 6 Mafia, huh? Haha, yeah
Thirty years in, man
So it go like, a little something like this, yeah

Slob on the 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 and your girls, we can hang
Squeeze on my shut your mouth, lick on my what? What?
Natural curly hair, please don't touch
First find a mate, second find a place
Third find a bag to hide the whole face
Real name Gross, I said Ben O
I started to knock, then came the O

Smelled like mush, shouldn't had a rush
Told her to stop and take a douche
Why she did that? I didn't want the cat
So I bamfed out and never came back, let's go

Do a little something something
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My nigga D Magic said he had to have it
I said just forget it, it's too crappy
Know a little freak in Hollywood
Sucks on shut your mouth, does it real good
She'll give you money, fill up your tummy
House full of kids, parents all sprungy
Once had her down, backyard ground
Hit it from the back, enjoyed the sound

Lay on the covers, always used a rubber
'Til I got caught, man, fucking with her mother
She blamed it on me and took it to the street
She pulled out a knife so I had to flee
Called up the boys, went to her house
Trashed the whole place, got the fuck out
Police busted in, "Where them niggas at?"
We left just in time and never came back
Drove through the hood, waving at the freaks
Who sniffing all the rocks and smoking all the geeks

Made another stop, police station
Saw a few cops, drove by and sprayed 'em
License tag number, a nigga said he saw it
Focus all the time, never get caught, let's go

Do a little something something
Do a little something something
Do a little something something
Do a little something something
Do a little something something
Do a little something something
Do a little something something
Do a little something something

From the album: Ravenite Social Club (Deluxe)