Lyrics:
like 3rd Bass
L.L. stands for Lickin' Lee, or Lickin' Limey
Lickin' Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they balls
Under the conference room table
shit is getting very lame
I gave you a 3rd chance
Hoping you would change
But you still the same!
Shit!
I'm better of taking that deal
Going off
everything about music cream
I never sleep
No time to dream
Pristine Machine vs. Polypropylene
I’m Infinite
No emergency
I’m like 3rd degree
No Hyperbole
It’s
like 3rd Bass
L.L. stands for Lickin' Lee, or Lickin' Limey
Lickin' Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they balls
Under the conference room table
"The Gas Face" like 3rd Bass
L.L. stands for Lickin' Lyor, or Lickin' Lichty
Lickin' Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they balls
Under the conference
get 3rd coast customs got da van lookin like a slice of blueberry pie
And I luv vegetables in fact I'm wearin 70 karats aroun my neck
And 11 mo aroun my
sword mince a wimp twelve gauge
any day my son, I don't like guns
I don't like roses that I step on for fun
in the first place, 3rd Bass? I'm at home
Yeah
Niggas got me walking round this bitch feel like
I’m Marvin Sease
Yeah
Yeah
Whole lotta playa shit ya understand me
3rd Street
Chop Shop Boyz
birthday
It's my birthday
Happy happy happy birthday
Happy birthday to me me me me me me me me
3rd verse, i'm dedicating it to all of yall,
when you need
but I'm gon' get off the syrup
No dryer, all my gear on the clothes line
OG waitin' on the 1st and the 3rd
She do hair and sell clothes at the same time
Mercy Me, I'm on fire touch me
And get burned to the 3rd degree
Servin' fiends, out the drive-thru
When I used to work at the
Burger King, now watch how
I
since the 3rd
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
It’s time and time again (Yeah)
Wonder if your answers gonna change (Uhh)
Hope you say yes to break my chain (Yeah)
Say
She wana fly to Miami
I took a trip out to Cali
Gave unk a hunned slab every 1st n 3rd jus to get da doe da fiends Wildin Hunned
Want ya sum cash don't
if you was there, then you know that we got buck
So now you know, I gotta say what's up
To Big Daddy Kane, 3rd Bass and KMD
MC Lyte, 2 Live
name. I called it the Microphones on the 3rd cassette I made.
I loved recording and the equipment seemed to be living and it sang to me like static
eye we occupy
The 3rd rock in the sky
93,000,000 miles away from where lava can fry
My momma in labor on the 4th, the hottest July
48 hours later,
my eye on the prize
I done seen it all
I am hardly surprised
And they celebrate areal nigga
every 3rd of July (Thats my birthday)
Tell me what the move
3rd eye open im sharper than damn Shannon
Locked in the booth I swear this my damn passion
I swear this my damn passion
Locked in the booth man I swear
Scott's vomit
Pawn shop, final 33 in the 3rd deep
Pristine dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Side one track one, deadlock
Stalemate jailbreak wait to gain
Build
the thugs God give us some light here
I stopped doing drugs, now my sight clear
3rd eye here, yeah my sight clear
I stopped bragging, cause ya shit can be
and 3rd out
Looking at my album like the word count
Tryna figure how much more of me you niggas need
Y’all ain’t listening, but I’m a hold the energy
DJ's takin a stab in the dark
And every brother I met learned techniques from Clark
Rich from 3rd Bass, Scratch from EPMD
Aladdin from Low Profile,
Ay
I don't wait in line, I'm never on time, it's a fine if you step on the Wallabees
Don't you come close to me
I lit a fire, like 3rd degree
the first place
You never treated me
Like I was the worst case
You rather see me Home
Than be stranded on 3rd Bass
Pulled out the white flag
That was my
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