Lyrics:
is, this is
Listen up
This is, this is, this is, this is, this is
Oh, New York
Listen up
One's for the trouble
Two's for the show
Three's for
Love is just like a baseball game
Three strikes you're out
Up to bat
I thought I hit a love run
But to my surprise
I found I didn't hit none
but the number one rapper in the world
He done traveled all over the world
He came back just to give you some game
All of the little boys and girls,
Mic check, mic check
One (one), two (two), three (three)
Too many rappers, and there's still not enough MCs
It goes three (three), two (two),
a three-time loser
Don't you know that I never can win
(Three-time loser)
Oh but I'm just (Three-time loser)
And I ain't gonna try again
I always thought that
to Venice, get their Winters replaced with
The sun, it ain't even fun no more, I'm jaded
Man, it's just a game, I just play it to play it
I put my feet in
So Dumb,
You Get Used By Everyone...
Got A Game I Can Play Got A Game Boy...
[Chorus]
Game Boy, 'Aint You Got No Brains Boy!
If You Don't Get
the rules don't play the game
Every time that girl walks by your heart will ache your very soul will die
But love one sided it's just yourself to blame
on the beach
(On the beach, on the beach)
So one, a two
A one, a two, a three
Alright
We're just twisting by the pool
I'm a twisting fool (twisting
I rode into Tucson three hours ago for supplies and a short friendly game
Of poker while Smitty put some new shoes on old Dan before he goes lame
I
Day by day
Day by day
Oh Dear Lord
Three things I pray
To see thee more clearly
Love thee more dearly
Follow thee more nearly
Day by day
root, root root
For the home team
If they don't win
It's a shame
For it's one, two,
Three strikes you're out
At the old ball game!
(3:55)
1st Verse Sheila says the heart is just a muscle Sheila says the heart is cooled by time Hiding out for years down in these trade winds
see dark eyed Michael
With his dark eyed bride
Those three are on my mind
And three proud mothers
Weeping side by side
Those three are on my mind
Spirit me a game of stud
Stakes unscarred by limitation
Between a man named Gold and man named Mud
Club filled Gold with greedy vapors
Till his long,
a strength I want to
I must hang on to your hand
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty
Alright, I'll show you again
Now remember, three
soul
And wouldn't change by the change, or the game, or the fame
When he came in the game, he made his own lane
Now all I need is y'all to pronounce
now
You can ask Breed or Pac it don't stop
I ain't bull shittin' make a mill when I rock
Three players in the game and it's a major
Bitch you
a strength I want to
I must hang on to your hand
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty
Alright, I'll show you again
Now remember, three
Ay, boy, whatcha say, boy?
You tryna play coy like a Gameboy?
Hit my phone boy, is you home boy?
Are you alone boy? Come give me dome, boy
Got
know it was the hottest part of the day
And I took the horses up to the stall
Went to the barroom, ordered drinks for all
Three days in the saddle,
Shorty got potential I could be her sponsor
Met her back stage at a summer jam concert
Hair like Rihanna shoe game was awesome
Could tell by her
Drink me up Champagne Rosé (oh, Huncho did it?)
It's my game (M-M-M-Murda)
Please fill my cup Champagne Rosé (yeah)
It's my name
Please drink me
in the dunes by the seaside
Whistling tunes, we're kissing baboons in the jungle
It's a knockout
If looks could kill, they probably will
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