Lyrics:
Three coins in the fountain,
Each one seeking happiness.
Thrown by three hopeful lovers,
Which one will the fountain bless?
Three hearts in
Out on the street I heard this beat marching drums
And stomping feet and it sounded like this
Dum diddy dum diddy dum diddy dee 3x
How many times
Action!
Come on! go!
Its time to live and its time to die! (x3)
Its time to live - revolution action!
What we gonna go for? what we gonna go for?
up on twenty-fours
Heavy on the net
You know me
So many chains on, I'm 'bout to OG
Three fifty what it is
I see you whippin', then let vice get
Ayo, Jug 3 AM
Fucking 3 AM
I just rock that Raf for no reason
My bitch the perfect girl for conversation
(yeah) , but I still get bored (yeah)
my head
You just stuck in my head
You just
This is a car, number three?
それでもう歪んだ "key"
嫌な予感漂うカーペット
君は大層不安だし
This is a car, number three
Get up, wake up, open your eyes
Take up, Puerto Rican judo class (Puerto Rican Judo)x3
That's, the only alternative that, you have to pass
Living
Written by billy burnette, larry henley, and larry keith.
Sometimes love is all that matters
Sometimes not worth goin' after
You never know until
And talking on cellulars, three plus two broads
With a bad broad, shotgun up in the frame
You know Guerilla Maab thugs, be down to pull stunts
On the first
chanchando
Para el mundo entero
Entono mi canción
Es una mezcla cubana
Hoy no acepto confusión
Comenzó esta historia
Hace algún tiempo
hasta que
off
Before you go
My Trigger Happy Jack is just a
Drive by a go-go
And after awhile he calms down
And he looks at me like a prince
But I know I
I'll be that sacrafical dog nigga
Cowboy, Made Men, thug nigga
Specialize through the job nigga
Three hundred and fifity seven degrees Fahrenheit
We were Ragtop Broncos 'fore they were cool
Singing Kenny Chesney by a hotel pool
We made our own bar by the beach
My cooler was our stool, you
Had nowhere to run
So the killing began
Three score and four years
Battle raged on high
Once proud and mighty
Prepare now to die
Destroyed by corruption
I've got heartaches by the number, a love that I can't win
But the day that I stop counting that's the day my world will end
Heartache number three
It's easy
I got time to get high I got time to get by.
It's easy
We got time for mistakes we got time to re-try
It's easy
So live fast and die
Culture of honor, culture of shame
Imprisoned by the burqa
Her innocence to blame
Sharia law and the almighty Allah
Rule with the whip in hand
One.. two.. one, two, three
On and on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on and on
Non-stop rappin to the break
Cheap coffee brewing in the kitchen
From the baby's room,
You were calling me
First steps I missed,
Made up by the second ones.
In a three room
nines, I be poppin' ya
Witness a nigga from North Memphis of the Triple 6 Mafia
Two killas at your front door, three killas at your back door
These hoes
you can dig man
We ain't seen nothin'
Your girl wanna be with us
I heard she said she want a mud digger
We keep the mud by the pound
Our tires stay
Never fear the truth, or a lie correctly used
When everything you do comes back three times to you
By any other name, the guilty still remain
Trying to get up to come down
Got that playa shit by the pound
The gold with the lacs and the crown
Make it where them hoes come around
Trying
(fire)
Yeah, she feelin' herself (ooh-ooh), yeah, she feelin' on me (yeah)
Only stuff I can give you is that one plus two is three (ah)
Blocked her
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