Lyrics:
fascinate
When I let my 3rd eye exaggerate
Freaky visions, I tell you what I see
Cold concrete scattered with dry leaves
You naked lying on the pavement
The city of C-H-I is where I'm from
The 3rd motherfucker to drop the bomb on the bomb
And here I come steady breakin bustas off
Up to bat is Da Brat
show on the TV that the hospital provides for free
And it has got to be November
As I am walking down 3rd Avenue to Astor Place
Playing that little game
I'm staying in Ensley
Handling business I should wear a suit
I'm not giving papers on 3rd Avenue
Hit her, don't lick her, I'm breaking up with her
Drive
haters hating
I'm 3rd degree say I'm to gutta homie 4 T.V.
I'm who these white folks don't want they kids 2 see
But I'm the new owners of these fucking
gbe si next level
An se bi asotele inu bible
Erutipe eru kosi iberu
Asun this is 3rd avenue
Ori ni konse vudu
Ori ni konse vudu
Ori ni ani konse vudu
Sister
On the real
Bless aunt Julie
And my people
Back the veils still
Alvin the 3rd and Kaela
Praying for
Grace and favor
Nyah Ashanti
Brother Breon
guts when shit gets real
Blood spills on tha curbs of dat 3rd
Killa connection train to serv, Magnolia niggas words
Why's dat? they say uptown's a cut
after
Multiply the factors that make the pockets fatter
I only want the cheese, y’all keep the beef & tea
Cause if ya gotta burned, lil buddy 3rd degree
I
Find me at the place you know where you belong
Remember all the times you were by my side
So I'm walking towards you now
Down the 3rd avenue
I saw
Pudong and Oslo
3rd and 4th favorite cities, London and Chicago
Egypt, Abu Dabi, Japan. I'm a dreamer
Heed the scheme as my mind goes like a cream streamer
Especially a specialist
Man you know what the method is
3rd verse
Nigga I was California dreamin
Dreamin California
But ain't no parties in LA
Without
That'll tear up a terrorist
Especially a specialist
Man you know what the method is
3rd verse
Nigga I was California dreamin
Dreamin California
But ain't
nigga
I do it how I feel
Ain't no such thing as niggaz bein' halfway shook
I'ma mothafuckin' killa I hang wit' convicts and crooks (ha ha)
Nigga what?
You
nigga
I do it how I feel
Ain't no such thing as niggaz bein' halfway shook
I'ma mothafuckin' killa I hang wit' convicts and crooks (ha ha)
Nigga what?
You
name. I called it the Microphones on the 3rd cassette I made.
I loved recording and the equipment seemed to be living and it sang to me like static
the trampoline
Getting bread earn income (man)
Spend it on this Balmain
Working all night I might run into the Bat(man)
I don't see no such thing
And the 2nd time around
Ya better get the shit right
(By the 3rd time around)
It could be quicker than a glance
Fuck around and might not get another chance
It's messed up
I hope you get what you deserve
Girl every deed gets back at you
You be tidbit alien to 3rd law
No can do bout that karma thang
Earth's
Yea, Im the one that get her right
Two thangs tell em ride this 3rd wheel tonight
You came had to get you on a private flight
Asking for some Gucci
from 3rd
To 5th dimension -
Shiftin, whatchu' fucking know about gifted
Whatchu' know about getting elevated, lifted
Getting past the motherfuckin'
dis poem is revoltin against 1st world 2nd world
3rd world division man made decision
dis poem is like all the rest
dis poem will not be amongst
body felt broken my knees collapsed in that room
I woke up early at six
Hopped in my old Ford, escape
And left that campus destroyed
By 46 and 3rd Street
done called
This the 3rd ex that called my mom
Trying to restart but the game cube pause
Too much sauce in my catolage
Now I'm on everbody's blog
Who
Discuss these no such thing by 3rd avenue Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In