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3 Blind Mice, Vol. 1 (Art Blakey) · 3 Blind Mice, Vol. 1 (Art Blakey) · Three Blind Mice, Vol. 2 (Art Blakey) · The Famous Sound of Three Blind Mice, Vol. 3 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Three Blind Mice, Vol. 2 (Art Blakey) · Three Blind Mice [Japan Import] (Art Blakey) · Blind Leading the Blind (Trivium) · Cats and Mice (Kristin Hersh) · When the Cat Returns, the Mice Are Fucked (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Of Mice & Men (Of Mice & Men) – and 90 other albums »


[Shock-G]
Three grinding mice
Trying to make a life called three strikes
The rat got three to five, two got life
Those Three Blind Mice

[Humpty-Hump]
Now,
the princess by my side
The Duke and the Duchess was there to meet me with a smile

Alice was there in a Wonderland
Staring far away
The three blind mice
the princess by my side
The Duke and the Duchess was there to meet me with a smile

Alice was there in a Wonderland
Staring far away
The three blind mice
(Steve: I don't know Woody.
 Are you sure you've got this think hooked up right?
Woody: Listen man, music is my life.
Steve: Alright. Two, three
mice
My blind mice

I am the lord with a plastic hand
Where are the slaves that I command
Where are the knights that were trembling at my words
the princess by my side
The Duke and the Duchess was there to meet me with a smile

Alice was there in a Wonderland
Staring far away
The three blind mice
the princess by my side
The Duke and the Duchess was there to meet me with a smile

Alice was there in a Wonderland
Staring far away
The three blind mice
Nice Nice Nice 

Kick 'em in the grill Pete! 
Verse One: Pete Nice 
Gas, past tense, made facially 
3rd Bass'll express, KMD 
Three blind mice
direct from my imagination!

Three blind mice!

Watch your step, girls!

Three blind mice! See how they run.

You gotta turn up the heat, you gotta
omme
Men ingen kan fortelle meg om tida som kommer.

"From the album "Evig Pint",
released February 3rd, 2003.
on the line
A big shot to claim some rocks and shine
Signs of a soul gone solo
Robbed blind
A very small part of half the worlds crime
Runaway child blown by
the rings
We lock the game
We got them things

Verse 1:
(Mack 10)
I got 30 cars, lived a rich life
Like a hundred hoes & like 3 wives
All guns & no
precise, had you blind like three mice
Me shise, must of had me mistaken for the wrong stick

That kids cut short, I'm the one with the long cord
album went six thousand on niggas
In Kansas City alone, we packed the dome with Mike and Liddy alone
In the west side, Lee Jone, Milly Mal, I left you
serve me? Come on, really
Till I can't breathe, yo, I'ma be with it
When I hear three words, you got it, I get it
My style is wild but strong and you're
serve me? Come on, really
Till I can't breathe, yo, I'ma be with it
When I hear three words, you got it, I get it
My style is wild but strong and you're
Check, check one two 
check the mic nigga
microphone check
One to the two a three a forever
Can you weather the storm or get wetta
It goes
One
Check, check one two
check the mic nigga
microphone check

(Chorus)
One to the two a three a forever
Can you weather the storm or get wetta
It goes
went from cheddar to cheese from powder to cooked rocks 
From the ghetto to the lakes 
(to the lakes 3rd ward, Caliope) 
Slangin' thangs in the hood
serve me? Come on, really
Till I can't breathe, yo, I'ma be with it
When I hear three words, you got it, I get it
My style is wild but strong and you're
Got these diamonds on my wrist shining
And if you haters get to close, it's for sure to blind ya
It ain't no since in me stunting
Talking 'bout a roll
Good evening, and welcome to eazy's playhouse
You stupid muthafucka

Now that you got the album
What the fuck are you gonna do with it
Bitch
performed two songs and most hate it
I'm despised by the heavens, my tombstone is post-dated
I told flex he had to wait to get my album, but I guess he
by the death
And while my words are heard and confined to the ears of the blind
I too dream in color and in rhyme
So I guess I'm one of a kind in
and tongue of Malcolm
Tellin' my publicist, fuck this government
Go 'head and make my album, this is the judgment
Vacate the island, billions will start