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from?) No time to stop and think Pull your strap before they do or you get shot before you blink Straight outta Compton, 3 times I told you The third
was blood on the bell-pull In the hot hotel Mediterranean The middle of the world Two middle-class English boys And a middle-class English girl
other minute want to rock my flow. And every third minute, y'all want to swerve in it. Cum quick like a virgin in it. Ow! So far, kickin' this here with
Scared to live, scared to move These Days Your soul sits on your third eye, Soul sits on the throne Told you I was the third wheel, that's three wheel
shit was tragic Your second shit put niggas to sleep, but they gassed it Your third shit was massive and that was your prime I was trailin' right
I'm the flat tire The fat guy you never picked in gym class So don't try to put me in a box I don't want to walk down the street with you I'm nothing
throwin up the ROC Just like a crack head I got these freaky bitches pullin' On my third leg they got me throwin money Out the fuckin drophead I take this
clothes, pretty ass toes Oh, how I love these pretty ass hoes Pretty ass, high class, anything goes Catch 'em in the club throwing pretty ass 'bows Long
Playa haters every minute want to stop my dough (uh-huh) And every other minute want to rock my flow (you know) And every third minute, y'all want
and quite talented. Do you have an extra quarter? Got to get to class tomorrow. All is fair in Asbury. Make my way into Berkeley. When I was seven, I stared
So here he comes, right on time And he has class, 'n quite a style All of his own and they all know him As Lupin, the third He walks the line, one
god somebody's doin a good job Impersonatin him J-Hova spittin game from da range rover what da fuck is y'all Doin in da third lane get over slow ya
can hardly speak, cause it's the third late pass that I got this week, so to my first class I run and don't walk, all I hear is my sneakers
Yeah, he's got such a pretty face He's been calling me for days I'll give him a try Student body, best in class, got me foolish for that ass Yeah,
to California Say hello to Mr west now Who's the best on the west now? KDot, Jay Rock hands down Anybody that feel different You die first class on a cemetery
And never catch on fire How come? You silly motherfucker, I'm fire Smack the Devil over the cheek Gave him a third-degree burn Iced it down the same week
T doing so well, first class from a old jail T Ferg did fifteen in the feds, getting no mail My daddy died and my cousin too They didn't let them out
is it New Orleans on the map again, the flow is exquisite Soul-controller, Third Ward soldier Jay Elec scratch and sniff, smell of magnolias I fell
When I mix my corn with my fucking mashed Potatoes, so what? Ho, kiss my country bumpkin ass Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is upper-class
There's a rain forest dying, and a baby crying. In a third world country where the families trying. Bringing home what they're making from the trees
don't worry, I got it, I got it Who am I, young Wizzle fo shizzle Flow sicker than a third floor in hospitals My charm starburst, my watch skittles
my f- mashed Potatoes, so what? Ho, kiss my country bumpkin a- Missouri Southern roots, what the f- is upper-class? Call lunch dinner, call dinner
I use to push up on a girl Salt 'N' Peppa Push It Push It D's in school cause the music was my focus Jokes in class but when I learned I didn't pass
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) How many times did I have to start over? Niggas hated on me, it's over Third shot, hit your head What you
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