Lyrics:
for real
We really from the bottom what's the deal
Always walk around with my 3rd eye peeled
I need a premo beat I miss Guru mass appeal
My soul is
sometimes, it's always me, how dark can these hallways be
The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half past three
This half ass rhyme with this half ass
a tip from me
If you don't like the peaches walk on by the tree
Find what you want and keep it treat it sweet and kind
But let it breathe don't make
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
self esteem
My 3rd self don't wanna see me win
So I'll repeat myself again, I said
Run it up, ugh
Run it up, yeah
Run it up, ugh
Run it up, yeah
Run it
run the streets
We’re leaving the 3rd dimension
We’re already in the 5th dimension
We’re leaving the 3rd density of conciseness
We’re at the 4th density
the D that got you stalkin idnt it?
3rd leg got me walk-in in her
If you feeling froggy leap frog
And i ain’t talkin bout no educated kid games
Whip
run, can't keep waitin' for someone
To find and go roll.
Well I'll gather up all my four leaf clovers.
Don't leave, I'm on my way over.
A walk down
pack, six degrees of separation
My evil 3rd eye blinks with no hesitation
Dustbags, spoonfuls of sugar help the medi
Go down smooth and steady, blowing
a home for my mama and my papa and me
The clock strikes three papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cookin' papa somethin' to eat
At half past papa he's
and Friday afternoons'
The other one's out on a hunger strike he's dying by degrees
How come Jesus gets industrial disease
and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
Call me El Gato Guwop or Mustafa the 3rd
Back in the day they was callin' me
but for now we undercover
(chorus)
3rd verse:
Can sneak out the exit door,
go into the movies so he won't know,
when we sip on the cris,
I'll give you
for ya dizzy
Got me on I be fizzy or a kizzy
Just woke up in my bedroom wizzy
While ya on break let yo kitty air
Like magic song at 3rd, like a pier
a with past of Trinidad
Plenty hash up in the stash
When you got gangsta black up
In the back room
When I walk back, more vicious than wildcats
I would
gots tough love
Unglove the news, watch a nigga transfuse
Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the booze
I don't walk, I get carried
Gold and platinum
murder
A bit past 1:30 a.m. now
And the 3rd prisoner slowly makes his way
To the designated spot on prison grounds
Where he will be executed by way
your foot in it)
(And see how deep it is? Check it out)
Ah, ah, ah
Never you mind if I
Don't tell strangers passing by
If I don't brag (If I don't
nobody get hurt
Don't make me put your face on a motherfuckin shirt
I'm from the 3rd Ward, where we all crack skulls
And we don't give a fuck cause we
She took me by the arm
I knew that very instant
She meant to do me harm
Depart from me this moment
I told her with my voice
Said she, but I don't
don't want you sad and blue!
And I just wanna make love to you.
Love to you [Repeat: x3]
And I can tell by the way you walk that walk,
And I can
(Don't trouble the water)
I won't (leave it alone)
(Why don't you, why don't you, let it be?)
(Still water run deep, yes it do)
I know that
All by my self like a bastard
Tried to run home
Like I passed 3rd
But nobody was home
Lemme get in my zone
Get in my zone
I dont smoke just to get
there) for someone to take it home
By itself (by itself) it's just a cold metallic thing
Only love can make a golden wedding ring
In a little wedding
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