Lyrics:
dope chick
(I gotta) a dope chick
(I gotta) dope chick
(I gotta) a dope chick
(I gotta)
Number 3
Well she ain't in here
She walkin' round here
next line
(I gotta) dope bitch
(I gotta) a dope bitch
(I gotta) dope bitch
(I gotta) a-a dope bitch
Number 3’s
She ain’t in here she walkin’ round here
bodies right my heart and mind was like "Dick her"
But wit my body aching from hurl sensation that's got me shaken
I swiftly took the number and passed
on the phone
Friday office lounge again
People came to the show
105.3 FM P.O.D. on the radio
Oh my god
It must have been
20 years ago
20 years ago
Me and all my
religion, my world
Don't call me real, yeah, cause I'm real, let's make a deal, if you like my joke
You give me your number, let me see, one, two, three, what
locksmith
Raised in the jungle, you would think I'm adopted
By some gorillas, monkeys or chimpanzees
Bare tings ah gwan as I creep through the backstreets
to sleep every night 2-3 O'clock
And I'm up every morning by 7 O'clock 7:30 at the latest
And I'm not tired
foolin'
With them fakes ass numbers 1+1 don't equal 3 boy you need some schoolin
See me and Streetz we been poppin since like grade school
So go and check
the VIP lounge
It's a young boy fresh P Star life
Seven zero three, yeah Star life
Me and my niggas we dey chop life
Top notch models on my bed side
off some the time, take you down one at a time
I'm be known for fucking over your whole album
Who want my rhyme?
Keep declining, I'm keep climbing
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
Yo, yo, cool, turn me up
Yo, yo
Turn me up, man
Unh
One, two, three, four, five
You know what we doin', let's do it
Oh, yeah
Can't never force myself
By the end of this year bet I touch a hundred if it ain't two
Second place to first lose, why would I be number two?
But I ain't even in the race
goals, just different stories
Sharp turn the block I don't do drive by's
Cruising past haters round the clock (hehe)
Bye bye 23 fly guy
P double AA
fuck around and get high
And release a album by accident
The more shit I put out the more haters become irrelevant
I'm spitting fucking flames
question it
We gon' get the album done by the deadline
I'll talk to ya later, over and out brother
the price or the sacrifices that this industry makes real niggas walk
F-a-b-o-l-o-u-s album number 3 Real Talk
clipped by the 'K
Meditate and smokin', I be talking to P
Spittin', "Survival of the Fittest" while I walk down these streets
Bitch, it's a stick up
I
as bright, bright as the morning sun
Bright as the morning sun
Chorus
There's strength in numbers led by His hand
From wilderness to promise land
We'll find
national anthem
Verse Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot
Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't slow
Not long ago, Mix-a-Lot was po'
Never helped out by the ones
the safe, got the money and the jewelry
Three weeks later, I'm at the P-A-D
Had a little fly ass bitch wit me
Sittin' in a dig, yo it couldn't be
(What up G?)
and the jewellry
Three weeks later, I'm at the P-A-D
Had a little fly a** b**** wit me
Sittin' in a dig, yo it couldn't be
(What up G?) Saw my face on TV
Actress has taken on three starring roles
Simultaneously in Liv & Maddie and
The Descendants franchise
Dipped away from set
To star in Broadway musicals
to imbue my pain
Into the black dragon flame that I spew
Three doom bankai when i die
Just try setting me free
Before you go to war with a super saiyan four
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