Lyrics:
If knee-deep in cat nip
At the old icebox
I recommend you whistle
And give the box three knocks
Should you be so lucky
To hear whisperin'
your key
No one can touch, no need to rush
Presented by my alibi
When I'm down it brings me round so easily
At eight o'clock I take my leave
Five bad boys wit da power to rock you
Blowin ya mind so ya gotta get into
Five five what you waiting
Four four if you want to
Three three
Two
that (Oooooh)
Say what? (Oooooh)[Repeat x 3]
Can you hear me? (Oooooh)[Repeat x 3]
Say what? (Oooooh)[Repeat x 3]
Get off baby (Ooooh)
(Oooooh)
start knowin' sumpim about Uzi?s and shit So uh?
Now this three eighty was a bitch who used to ho up on my block
She lived on smith-n-wesson with that
they be runnin tricks,
$3 what they gon come with, $3 what they gon get
I hold the block like a 7-11(7-11), kick yo door in like taj (taj)
Cut the shit
minority
I don't work, I'm a blob
no I can't wake up and I won't
News is coming on ( I'm watching Three's Company)
I can't get no girls (they don't
Life is shorter everyday my nigga make the right moves
Choose your hustle spots wisely police give you the blues
Lock you up put a strike by your
Verse One: Tash
I knew this nigga by the name of Captain Hook
Who had a record deal but no lyrics in his book
But everywhere you looked
Lyrics and music by chad price
I still dream about you now and then
Then I wonder why I am
I still see your body in my head
I remember laying in
three-sixty deal, boy, you're probably a jerk
On Molly, while he profit off your body at work
Public Enemy told me, "Don't believe the hype"
I strive to be
chroí thú
Fan ag mo thaobh sa
(My love, stay with me always, be true to me,
You are my sweetheart, stay by my side)
Beauty and grace with golden
a discount 'til the day you die
Got three kids, by three different guys
(And all they need to give you is a Mai Tai and a shot)
You know you ghetto when you
[Chorus]
But I don't care she's
Got to be the one
Got to be the two
Got to be the three
Got to be the four
Behind the scanners and tapes
She's
Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list
All live, never on a floppy disk
Inka, inka, bottle of ink
Paintings of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think
you're wonderin' why
We call this shit four deep when only three niggas creep
Cause the fourth nigga is a glock nine And he's guaranteed to stay right
I had three donuts and two cups of coffee
But that didn't stop my appetite
I had only eaten a box of cookies very late last night
I had ten
One, two, one two three go
Hey, hey, hey, hey,
Fill it up, fill it up!
Hey, hey, hey, hey,
Fill it up, fill it up!
Hey, hey, hey,
Fill it up,
the small birds so sweetly sing
The gardener was standing by
I asked him to choose for me
He chose for me the violet, the lily and the pink
But those I
guys
Voice 2: By the way, I'm sweet. I'm like a chocolatly sweet. Can i get you guys anything?
Voice 1: You can get me a lemon because I'm sour.
the car got the bow top house, got the yacht
When I cheated you was loyal stood by my side
That's why I went from three to one, like I made five
We
Drive away,
As in lonesome sound,
Like a real straight shooter,
Three lanes full,
Drive away,
As in lonesome sound,
Like a real
women
Naked by the pool, but there ain't nobody swimmin'
Maybe I'm a twisted but man it's just the Bizkit
Having me some fun with you dumb little
And to the earth it gave great light
And so it continued both day and night.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!
And by the light of that same
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