Lyrics:
into night
We try and find the answer, but it's nowhere in sight
It's always the same, and you know who's to blame
You know what I'm saying, still we
Rubber band on rubber band who got the budget
Coming to you live from the 3rd got her ass looking light
Did you lie won't you twerk it's my California
life is like a knot
Yea i know it's all too much
Your square lyk a table
Your a gold cable
Wasn't born in a stable
But I'm 3rd wurld enabled
Then I'm off
Aye
Aye
Young n*ggas we run up the loot
Got junkies that shoot up and boot
Won the hand I was dealt, I'm the truth
3rd eye puttin' n*ggas on mute
I'm straight from da struggle dats just how I eat
I know you hear the trumpets
3rd time around dis ain't a 3 peat
I gotta go and get it dats by any
I'm a 3rd ward nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a 9th ward nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a long beach nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a no limit nigga
My new bitch thick and cold as hell but bout me she get hot
My 2 bitch listen to me quick cause she want a new spot
3rd bitch the x-factor use her
down the chimney and oh, by Jiminey
In a fire he was fried
Oh, oh, oh, the three little free little pigs
Just winked and laughed, ah, woo
Who's
shots but they missin'
Who you think you really tricking?
I burn you worse than a kitchen
3rd degree
Got you flinching
Play with me
You ain’t winning
All
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
But
heater I’m toating it’s making Him heavenly
Lemon squeeze hop out the car give Him 3rd degree
Running him down give a fuck Where a nigga be
Ayy
Blow on who
was a diamond collector who had the same technique,
You knew a prince, a duke and a lord,
You had your choice of the three,
You might have belonged
to this deep truth
In St Petersburg, journalists got it in black and white
If you don't do your job, you're pushing us towards the 3rd World War.
A dilemma
with a touch, she teased with a kiss
I was three long years being teased by pretty miss
[Chorus]
Well Bobbie graduated first in the class, me I
Mercy Me, I'm on fire touch me
And get burned to the 3rd degree
Servin' fiends, out the drive-thru
When I used to work at the
Burger King, now watch how
I
mercury
Thinking that you had a shit but HHN is 3rd degree
Have it on yo' hip cause these niggas will pull it urgently
Have it on my hip, so my mama won't
me word
You get paroled on the 3rd
Ill roll up we get served
We out here frontin'
Still don't care about nothin'
Rollin in my double R and I'm trying
Baby come on, come on
3rd Verse:
Life move forever, on that mistake
And I don’t wanna make no
Mistake about this one
If you now come
gettin' that degree at Stanford or Harvard
Threatened by my work ethic, the way I speak, yo
Should I be mentally weak, verse being Malik
Yo, should I be
HEART, in no mans land you’ll get picked apart
Before u even start, yeah he hard/ until that close encounter of a 3rd kind
Or he stand in front of judges
fucked with it
Appetite for Destruction
For him to get a bit more shit he gotta commit
Murder in the first degree and manslaughter
Taking the life
(One was Johnny)
One was Johnny who lived by himself
Two was a rat who jumped on his shelf
Three was a cat who chased the rat
Four was a dog
redundant I peep
I turned down deals that didn't match or wasn't hitting for me ,
I been burned a couple times, yup , 3rd degree scars,
They said I be
Heaven and Earth
Nobody told me at the start how heaven can hurt
I'll be waitin' under streetlight at Bowery and 3rd
Know I was waitin' on ya, know I
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