Lyrics:
It is an invitation
For you to leap in
May you go marching in three measure time
Dressed up as asses, drunk to the nines
Swing from
the troopers brought the cans out
Ran in the house, snatched princess & took his man out
Just casualties of the war we know
A set up by his evil brother
the work
Conrado Viray knows what it takes to visit the world
Traveled the Philippines, flippin’ antiques, he was schemin’ the herd
He stopped by her town
died in Iraq
Five hundred and nine died in Chicago
I arrived on the day Fred Hampton died
Uh, real niggas just multiply
And they say by twenty-one
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
the seven who never got to heavn
Eight by eight, eight for the eight that stood at the gate
Nine by nine, nine for the nine that dressed so fine
Ten by
of shy about
Someone who writes poetry
Or maybe you can sing?
Maybe you can sing a song, mmm
(Tonight on the telephone)
(I dial...)
6-3-2-5-7-9-2 (Is
O's)
She's dressed up in gold (dressed up in gold)
Dressed up in gold (dressed up in gold)
(C3PO, C3PO, C3PO)
I'm out of time
(Act like you know,
flew by
Smoke 3 woods of dope, got this sh*t from Dubai
Smoke 3 woods of dope, ni**a I'm trynna get tree high
Can't front you no smoke, ni**a you must
to the odor
Got a ice cold Pepsi,
But still thinking Coke-Cola
Ha ha ha
[Chorus]
I'm up early in the morning, and I'm dressed in black
Hold on,
someone assassinate
And I feel like M.L.K.
Yeah, I have a dream to be your worst nightmare
Now meet the boss of the cartel, Ross!
I'm a seven-nine
to the odor
Got a ice cold Pepsi,
But still thinking Coke-Cola
Ha ha ha
[Chorus]
I'm up early in the morning, and I'm dressed in black
Hold on,
to the odor
Got a ice cold Pepsi,
But still thinking Coke-Cola
Ha ha ha
[Chorus]
I'm up early in the morning, and I'm dressed in black
Hold on,
a trooper sign of mutiny
Doing time, humans euthanized by the truth in me
Ok, I'm zoned out, turnt up, wildin' out, wavy
Rolling up the purple, bumpin'
As the nurses cry, "He's dead on arrival"
Sometimes I get dressed to the nines
Sometimes I get dressed to the nines
Sometimes I get dressed to the nines
Just
three black men)
It's just a day in the life (of three black men)
Day one
I wake up to the sun in the morning at the Justice hour
Refinement is in
3.5s
Get a whole key break it down all dimes
Partner hit my line say he need a size nine
Trap house keep on jumping
Money just keep on coming
I been
Demark, the motorcade is coming by here, (oh,
No) just heard a call on the radio for all units along Industrial (oh, no)
To pick up the motorcade,
the rollie on my wrist to work the 9 to 5
Do it myself a lot, but she pour me the Ace
Way I’m dressed in designer, she let me hit the first date
Working
ever seen a lady drugged up move like Lucy
Damn that was nine years ago y'all ain't seen that movie
Crazy thing is I remember I had money then
I just
I seen with my three eyes
Word to me, not a hoax, back in 9-9
A spacecraft in the skyline
In L.A., in daytime, ask Horse if I'm lying
Every
I be dressed like I'm homeless
But it's probably a weird Saturday
Clouds lookin like the sun, damn
But it's probably a weird Saturday
People jumpin
to leave by 9
Tez what you do
Turn water into wine
How you gone be worried
About how I treat mine
Shawty all dressed up shawty so fine
But she instructed
it out in stores)
Timbaland:
It's about 5:15 got a call from Weezie West
Timbaland you have a check on my desk
You must pick it up by 7
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