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Walk Don't Run/Walk, Don't Run, Vol. 2 (The Ventures) · 3rd Strike (3 Feet Smaller) · Run Run Run (Phoenix) · Dog Catcher (Run Run Run) (Hot Bananas) · Run Run Run (Phoenix) · Why Dont You Try Me(Best Of) (Ry Cooder) · A Chain Dont Take to Me (Bob Luman) · I Dont Believe in Miracles (Colin Blunstone) · Baby Dont Get Hooked on Me (Ace Cannon) · Look But Dont Touch [#1] (Skin) – and 90 other albums »


3rd rock from the Sun 

The kid guns the gas, the car starts to swerve 
Heads for a semi truck, jumps the curb 
Truck hits a Big Boy in the Shoney's
3rd rock from the Sun 

The kid guns the gas, the car starts to swerve 
Heads for a semi truck, jumps the curb 
Truck hits a Big Boy in the Shoney's
them boys don't want beef with that Nolia
And I warned ya, and I warned ya
Can't fuck with that 10th Ward St. Thomas
3rd Ward hoe, Mac and the Melph,
the free world again, I'm a ball 
Put my back up on the wall hopin blessins from the lord 
3rd strike twenty to life nigga I choose death 
Leave a coppers
please don't spray

3rd grade got the school on lock
4th grade got the school on lock
5th grade got the school on lock
But you can't forget the 1st
please don't spray

3rd grade got the school on lock
4th grade got the school on lock
5th grade got the school on lock
But you can't forget the 1st
goal
3rd Bass settin' soul in the hole

Yo man, why don't you give me the pole man?
Why are you freezin' me out?
Yo man, 'cause you can't play, you
hataz hate to the 3rd degree 
They say I'm too gutta homie for TV 
I'm who these white folks don't want they kids 2 see 
But I'm the new owner of these
still tappin my phone
See I'm the thug of the century
Cause I done laid it down
from the streets to overseas to penitentiary
We got beef, diss 3rd
got to walk it by myself.

[2nd & 3rd times:] 
You got to walk that lonesome valley. You got to walk it by yourself. Oh nobody else can walk it for
guard the bitch up
Bout to get your World crowded by them soldiers in the chucks
You some real ass niggas, some down ass niggas
Say them 3rd Ward
she was third row center coolin'
She was cold

Last note of the last song
House lights up they came on
When I looked she was gone
It was a 3rd row
gone
It was a 3rd row heartbreak

People think our life is easy
'Cause they think we've got it made
But we're living underpressure
Just to be
to whip hoes I used to snort coke
I used to shoot at niggas I used to steal cars
I used to start wars up in that 3rd ward
I used to disrespect old people
and sittin' and layin' in line

First they'll do a little singin', then hear a little preachin'
And get saved for the 3rd time this week
A bowl of soup
the jaws of the alien this time
(theyre open wide)
This is the end of your life

3rd verse
Theyre out to get you, theres demons closing in on every side
where death is, where no more breath is and 
3rd graders learn how to leave you chestless
Where god is dissed, dismissed and distant and far 
From
I want to walk down 3rd St. slow
Drive up and down the coast
Watching the sunset hang while God puts on his show
I want a life outside my own
A telltale won't fail or get stale
Cause I'm stuck like braille as I walk on a 3rd rail
Manson's my grandson, not so handsome
I'm grotesque -- FUCK IT -- girls
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
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
it!
En Barranquilla se baila así

Yeah, she's so sexy every man's fantasy a refugee
Like me back with the Fugees from a 3rd world country
I go back like
wit' some killas
Slang crack to some dope fiends, ride wit' some drug dealers
Find me in 3rd ward pullin' all nightas
Keep a tech 9 cocked for any
speedin' wit the white and ya see the blue lights
And ya on ya 3rd strike so the judge say life
Okay, tomorrow?ll be a better day

If ya son 14 and his dad
every man's fantasy
A refugee like me back with the Fugees from a 3rd world country
I go back like when 'Pac carried crates
For Humpty Humpty we need