Lyrics:
Paradigm shift i'm stuck
Gotta be tough you're buck
Looking cool but a fool
Will not take
Conversate and imitate
I smell the lack of good creation
I'm the three
And three (badda-ba-ba-by-by) it's the magic numberrr
(badda-ba-ba-by-by)
Chorus: KRS-One
It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound
one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make
Huh
Ha (ha), yeah (yeah)
Make it butter (ay caramba)
Bankhead bounce, no doubt
Ayo watch yo' mouth
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six,
Ha ha
Yeah yeah
Make it butter
I'm gonna Bankhead bounce!
No doubt
Ayo watch yo mouth!
Ayo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze
Huh
Ha (ha), yeah (yeah)
Make it butter (ay caramba)
Bankhead bounce, no doubt
Ayo watch yo' mouth
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six,
gonna throw up
She suck on the top and I bust
Back from inside of her guts
I’m reaching close to buck
Keep 2 virgils that’s love
Back out east what do
learn and grow
Go all in
See rejection as redirection
Nigga came far by same Dimension
Show me love make i do this now Ooo
M'abusua nyinaa yi ma maa
Why
Our Daddy liked George Jones, Haggard and Buck Owens,
Momma liked the Eagles and The Beatles and the Rolling Stones.
When I was just a little kid, I
ninja like very quickly, hey
by the time you feel it I'm like 3 blocks away
I stabbed the newspaper guy and took his little truck
now I stab people
the drop son
3rd the king of cloverland, Slim thug is the boss son
Paul Wall made me the hardest grill I done bought for
For a 100 K ,a 100 carat Paul
4, 3, 2, 1
[redman] hahh [method] hah
[method] yeah [redman] yeahhh
[ll cool j] make it butter
[redman] I'm gonna bankhead bounce!
[ll cool j] no
Barton Harlow
The Black Keys Brothers El Camino
Camp by Childish Gambino
Awaken My Love is amazing too
Modest Mouse Good News For People Who Love Bad News
wasn't there
And you knew it wasn't there because three blinks and it
Goes away
At least for a second or you can see through 1 16th of the
Spaceship
this I’m knowing
You can tell by how I’m flowing
I got heart like Brett and Owen
Alright, this here is a vibe
Get lit all night, this is my shit no
the house
My nigga Buck, my clique niggaz
My murder by number niggaz
My nigga black, 0-1 you know
My new nigga life...what's happenin?
Yeah
Bout the let
three dimensions
Future bright you gone need yo lenses
Need those V-6, V-4 engines
Need garage with speedboat in it
I don't neee no friendships
Run
Sleep paralysis
Afraid to fall asleep before 12 and 3, because that's the witching hour see
They're everywhere always in my ear when I fall asleep
me
You and her ain't the two, and we ain't the three
But most of all nigga, I ain't the one
Now back the fuck up off me son"
He said, "To buck another
every rhyme I write
I’m like a butcher, no apron, bloodstains on my Nikes
Bitterness on a lead it’s my animal companion
Vanity abandoned and left by
None of that I’m getting cold
All this tension got me stuck
No attention love went old
New dimension left abrupt
Same old story getting told
a bitch
Get some bread
Baker baker man
3 be real ain't fakah man
My ascension
To the 5th dimension
Can't be halted
By yo inquisitions
I got three eyes
I'm in love with confrontation
Nigga, fuck around I cuss something
Pull out and buck something
I’m addicted to the altercation
Go ahead, nigga try me
Closed hearts because my skin is dark
Suspended four times in half a year
Papa told me I'm a fuck up
Fuck you son, that's tough love
7 bucks and hour
Discuss these three dimension love by buck owens Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In