Lyrics:
down to the ground to get out of the rain
Boom boom boom
The ants go marching three by three
Hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching three by three
I couldn't want you more
One tequila, two tequila, three tequila
Clothes on the floor
Baby, line em up
Then we'll shoot em down
We'll dance around
piece
She cocks and shoots it bang between three and four
Oh, she aims it at the sailor
Shoots her down dead on the floor
You shouldn't do that
Now don't
And I could tell he was lookin' for trouble
From the way that he came stompin' in
He told me to leave Shorty there by himself
Come down and wait
it? ) it's my nigga boz, open up the door
And red nigga, these niggas down to kill nigga
But hold up, the plot gets thicker
He said, jay's a trick ass
don't come near me
Could I calm her down by throwing stones at her
If only I could make the right approach to her
Think I'd rather tame a tiger
Turn
when they say two is company
Three is a crowd well look here
In Studio B three is never a crowd
Let my cuz, tell you a lil' more about it
It's going
a beat that's unique and, yes, I like my head zooming
And in my Continental, you know that shit's booming
With the diamond in the back, suicide doors
Naughty By Nature and the Flavor you-N-I-T
1 motherfucking 2 motherfucking 3
[Chorus: x4]
the Nile
Plague, darkness three days long
Hail to fire
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let
s***
I'm in my Lambo, maggot, my fo' fo', faggot
Doors lift up I'm like Go-Go Gadget
See the s*** I got on, homey I hate too
My teflon arm brought
said that don't confront me
Long as I get my money next Friday
Now next Friday come I didn't have the rent
And out the door I went
So I go down
so dumb now?
Hunt me or be hunted
I got three hundred and fifty-seven ways
To simmer sauté, I'm the winner all day
Lights get dimmer down Biggie's
that don't concern me
Long as I get my money next Friday
Now next Friday come I didn't have the rent
And out the door I went
So I go down
feet of her lover
And the door slams shut
And the air grows tight
And her throat is gripped
By the hands of night
And all that is left
Is
leaving his cover
And the soft eyes of zero are cut by the sounds
Of the vanishing feet of her lover
And the door slams shut and the air grows tight
Now by this time I'm plenty high,
You know when your mouth a-getting dry you're plenty high
Looked down the bar I say to my bartender
I said "Look
gettin' they hate on
You walk by
They get wrong
You reply then shit get blown
Way outta proportion
Way past discussion
Just you against them, pick one
from work my wife was at the door
She said sit down here Paddy this will shake you to the core
Twenty three and me, me boys, twenty three and me
We
Woke up this mornin,
Clock said I was late for school,
Teacher told me "that's not cool"
Gotta put my shirt and pants on,
Flew down the front
Doug and Sally inside
They're cooking for the down five
Who're staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her pig pen
I'm searching for my
The Arrival
Leaving by the same door from which he had come in,
He finds some sort of freaks ghetto on the other side.
When they catch sight
Michael Jackson
Smooth criminal, that's the man 'cause Mike's so relaxed
Mingle, mingle, jingle in the jungle
Bum rushed the door, three and fours in
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On the mean streets of New York, everyone has
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