Lyrics:
like 3rd Bass
L.L. stands for Lickin' Lee, or Lickin' Limey
Lickin' Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they balls
Under the conference room table
Only On The Westside Fool
Surrounded By Section 8 Houses And The Projects
A Place Where You Make The Wrong Turn, You're Gettin Robbed At
We All
spinners
Eating Frenchy's chicken dinner
Family came from 3rd Ward Scott
Street on up to Ennis
Hanging out on Sunnyside with my cousin Corey
They was on that
to come down
Yeah, playa worldwide 3rd coast all day
Mississippi wheel connected everywhere
Mind 4eva N a Day, forever how forever anyway
You know how
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
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
When the slabs in the city beat
That screw off in the back
Poking eye, keep them spinners
Eating Frenchy's chicken dinner
Family came from 3rd Ward Scott
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd
responsible for all this"
He cringes at the tone of her voice. A quick glance in the rear view mirror reveals to him
<<<<<<<<<3rd
I'm windy city 2-20, anybody chin checker
3rd floor lake grove, 35th in leather gloves
With the snub nose, complex born and raised
And under siege every
Rubber band on rubber band who got the budget
Coming to you live from the 3rd got her ass looking light
Did you lie won't you twerk it's my California
a friendship
Had a dozen of you, already loved you, I couldn't stop
Got on the metro stumbling to 3rd and Pine block
Hit the Micky D's, puked all over
"The Gas Face" like 3rd Bass
L.L. stands for Lickin' Lyor, or Lickin' Lichty
Lickin' Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they balls
Under the conference
like 3rd Bass
L.L. stands for Lickin' Lee, or Lickin' Limey
Lickin' Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they balls
Under the conference room table
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd
You'se a baffoon, caught up in your own cocoon
Leave your head rest maroon
Drunk heavy in the side street saloon
Til' I figured it out, to the 3rd
the scene
Pop back to the block like what happened explain to me
When that xd pop off it make yo ear ring
He said he packing heat but he got burnt like 3rd
Don't assume because I'm on my 3rd cake
Everyday my birthday
Just because I rock a ski don't mean Im a robba
I got my degree but I didn't get it outta
thing I have is my honesty
I know I'm more honest than everybody
cnd not just when the mics on me
cnd I'm spitting fire till its 3rd degree
So I use my
My mind is in focus when I walk, walk through that door.
CHORUS
1st degree! 2nd degree! 3rd degree! Score!
My life begins anew each day. Karate!
No
he kept under the floor
now I'm with the Three 6 mob pushin them Burbs
niggas done made a come up Hot Boys from the 3rd
{Juicy J}
its
a jelly roll, ask that killa Lil Bland
Got a vision of that 3rd Ward rule'n the land
Commin' up on hoes, tellin' them to jump in the van
Mommy please
the hood and we blowing on candy
Stay G'd up from my head to my feet
I was raised in the 3rd that's the heart of the streets
Saw death and crime for
getting dark
Oh I hope my heart don't stop
Do you really give a damn?
Do you even understand?
(understand me)
3rd verse
Hour glass is taining
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