Lyrics:
opinions but holding laryngitis
See I don’t hear ‘em, I’m a winner by law
Track em down like the subway
When they sub par
Sub-zero everytime I jump in
feelings
The only thing I wanna believe
When I was three, and free to explore
I saw her face on the back of the door
Oh, be my rest, be my fantasy
Oh,
all
And you're dancing around and around in the hall.
Well, a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights
To play the piano, so you gotta
popped, by the group home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? go and see
Shorty snot-nosed, he don't floss
down 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
three four
(spoken)
Gather round friends, why hurry
Let's all stay a little longer
(sing)
Ya oughta see my blue eyed Sally
She live way down
feelings
The only thing I wanna believe
When I was three, and free to explore
I saw her face on the back of the door
Oh, be my rest, be my fantasy
Oh,
of this ho (huh)
My Rollie got Skittles, you taste the rainbow (Skittles)
Kick down the door, lay 'em down, Kurtis Blow (on God)
Droppin' the load in
down in the pale he need minutes
Told why'all before I kick doors off the hinges
Ain't no cooler and there ain't no Guinness
Money like Barry Blue,
and beast to save
Water drawing nigh
He built the vessel high
To keep his family dry
He lived and loved the Lord by faith
One, two, three, four, five
All
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink
At 3
It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink
At 3
It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink
At 3
the churches while you can
Port-a-loos
Yellow cabins by methodist doors
New Jersey car parks permeated by
D. Bowie [sound-alikes]
It's good to live in
main bitch
Let her live once
Niggas always surround when I burn my blunts
Give me 3 feet and let me eat
Niggas some bitches
Used to be too good now they
a bitch
Re-evaluate and stop ridin' my dick
Leave that to yo main bitch, let her live once
Niggaz always surround when I burn my blunts
Give me 3 feet
like my riches
A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boy
The civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six whores
For equality, Vokal,
Duck 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
+ (Wyclef Jean)]
It's been three years (AH!), livin this fast life
I think on it, I know one day I won't have life
People don't know me over
+ (Wyclef Jean)]
It's been three years (AH!), livin this fast life
I think on it, I know one day I won't have life
People don't know me over
Get on up and dance
(funky)
Oh
Feel like I'm down here by myself sometimes
I'm ready to break this groove down
You're ready
So I'ma let
nigga's yellin' mayday
Payday, soon as the red dots connect
Off that haze and that 'dro, that Cali sticky icky
Strictly 2-1-3, 8-1-8, 3-2-3
3-1-0, we
[Ice Cube]
Yo Jinx man, we gotta find somebody that's down for hers, man
All these girls simple man, who you think fit the category?
[Yo-Yo]
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