Lyrics:
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
down the village
The head honcho, starin out the third story window
Of my Beverly Hills condo
Two long-ass Heats, I call 'em Shaq and Alonzo
You niggas
I cock back at bust in the air
Give me space beats with plenty bass drink my hennessey straight
'til I hurl out third world clout I'll take niggas
Man lives in a sunlit world of
What he believes to be reality
But there is unseen by most an underworld
A place that is just as real
But not
to the Third World War
I'm more than a man, I'm more like an entity
Back on the block, and this time my identity
Is the Dude
Ba-ba-ba-back on the
Ba-back
BRAVE NEW WORLD
Artilleryman:
We're gonna build us a whole new World for ourselves
Look they clap eyes us and were dead right ?
So we gotta make
I tried it once, I tried it twice, third time's the charm tonight
Every night in my bedroom, waiting on word from you
I don't know just how long
me the world
I push to be not the backseat girl
Don't deep throat the C-note she float
Murder she wrote, and keeps the heat close
Firm nigga, we
me the world
I push to be not the backseat girl
Don't deep throat the C-note she float
Murder she wrote, and keeps the heat close
Firm nigga, we
Don't let them fool you we ain't different than the youth in Asia
Africa and Europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors
If they the third world then
And banished from the nation
Here it comes again: Discrimination!
And the world watching our reaction
To the 3rd World
Because the stakes are the Third World War
to the Third World War
I'm more than a man, I'm more like an entity
Back on the block, and this time my identity
Is the Dude
Ba-ba-ba-back on the
Ba-back
the beat's a hit, Imma be quick to heat it up
Bitch, I been coming up
Bitch, I been coming up
Look at my life like a World Class Cinema
Bitch talking shit,
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
of this world,
We can give you (give you, give you)
All you need;
We're on stage come rain or come shine
'Cause it's showtime!
Turning on heat sev'n days
Still the container won't cloud my mind with these false tales
Future couldn't write me a book about these third worlds
Motherfuckers better see that
day, all night
You feel, my heat (fire)
Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel
My heat
Hate to inconvenience you at the convenience store
But them jeans you
I'm ready to hit the telly, tickle bellies from the inside
y'all know that Shock's my name
I rock brew instead of champagne
Ask around the world
before you get meatsliced
I'm from the third, I gotta try you
Guy you play Ryu, you might lose a Ken in a street fight
Night slow guiders with both sirens
Leoniadus, we gon' fight
War time all the time, man we barely sleep at night
I got your back, I'm by your side, I'm loyal like a Samurai
We killin' shit
How about the Butthole Surfers and Frank Zappa
Aunt Bea, Big Drill Car, Bert Suzanka
And all the Ziggens' around the world
To Jack, the third
How about the Butthole Surfers and Frank Zappa
Aunt Bea, Big Drill Car, Bert Suzanka
And all the Ziggens' around the world
To Jack, the third
Damn, already three in the morning, huh?
It's going down, leaning, drink your drink
Candy sweets, you know what I'm sayin'
Third coast, nigga, UGK
.png/220px-Third_World_(Third_World_album_cover).png "Third World Don")
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