Lyrics:
Foot on the gas take off like a missile
She bad to the bone yeah bad to the gristle
This a 3rd leg baby this ain't no pistol
Shit
She like how I talk
faze me
Lost all my feelings, when I lost all my family
1st of three I wonder if they missing me
2nd thing no wedding rings but she a queen
3rd of all
If
talk, these little birds
So forget whatchu heard
So if somehow I'm caught up on your my way up to the 3rd
My 3rd eye saw them birds
Let their chirps go
me up 3rd degree
But to you it seems easy
You can't hide, I will find
Blindfold off, you're still blind
You try passing the time
What an awful decline
And through it all we closed
Our eyes, didn't we, at 33 and 1
3 going down for the third time
Under the 3rd degree
Watching a third of all our fellow Americans
Bomb us and we'll bomb you back, the choice is yours
3rd quarter, I'm finna run up the score
You don't wanna know what lies in store
Dropping fifty in
Can't tell my habits no Down that rabbit hole
In a cloud of smoke This is my antidote Rush
It's not a trick of the mind Open my 3rd eye
The mundane is so
pastor
Just see me growing up to stardom
But it ain't cool cos my mom's gone
She couldn't see the progress of her 3rd born
Shout out to my friends and my
the all seeing 3rd eye
Gotta get your mind right banking on that excellence
And then you'll get your money, after that you structure settlements
jail time
foul
On the 3rd planet east of Plutonia
From the poppy an extraction
Called Criddacktonite
Conceived as a weapon backed by the Supremacy
Their
meet the seat
To the cops from the beat
To the rich to sweet
To the poor to the weak
To the youth and the beast
HP 3rd Street
(3 x's) telegraph
Don King
Song right here for the summer time, Southside playa
Gon shine and grind
East Coast West Coast, now y'all know it's 3rd Coast's
Time
Drop your
Gon shine and grind
East Coast West Coast, now y'all know it's 3rd Coast's
Time
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Gon shine and grind
East Coast West Coast, now y'all know it's 3rd Coast's
Time
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
must deny yourself
I'm not from here
I'm from a different world, from a different world
From a place past space thats the 3rd heavens
I'm not an alien
versatile
Win by a mile, sack a pen and pile
One nineteen and one twenty
8th Avenue, 7th Avenue
1st Avenue, 2nd Avenue
3rd Avenue all the way to Amsterdam
versatile
Win by a mile, sack a pen and pile
One nineteen and one twenty
8th Avenue, 7th Avenue
1st Avenue, 2nd Avenue
3rd Avenue all the way to Amsterdam
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
Don King
Song right here for the summer time, Southside playa
Gon shine and grind
East Coast West Coast, now y'all know it's 3rd Coast's
Time
Drop your
Don King
Song right here for the summer time, Southside playa
Gon shine and grind
East Coast West Coast, now y'all know it's 3rd Coast's
Time
Drop your
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd
covered garden
Downtown in the park
Your sweet and sour Toronto
Helped me see in the dark
Dufferin Street
Tandridge Crescent
34th Avenue
3rd
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd
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