na na hey hey na na na na na I see not vitals on your EKG Dead on the dance floor B.O.B Clap because we need more 3OH!3 Blowing out the speakers Blowing
Hey, na na na, hey, hey, na na na na, na I see not vitals on your E.K.G. Dead on the dance floor, we only Clap because we need more 3OH!3 Blowing out
na hey hey na na na na na I see not vitals on your EKG Dead on the dance floor B.O.B Clap because we need more 3OH!3 Blowing out the speakers Blowing
hard don't matter what the cops say [Pre-chorus] [Chorus] I see not vitals on your EKG Dead on the dance floor We only clap because we need more 3OH!3
could kill That's ill How far away that is Won't want to buy a cell Where abstract knows no property Could have you locked up in a cell Oh, hell Apocalypse
you want Physically you don't wanna bleed A la la la la la la Hit 'em hard it's gonna be alright, Alright alright [Hook] [Verse 3: Bizzy Bone] And
what we call the dollar dollar bill You can get killed for that paint job and wheels Oh my oh my I love the dollar dollar bill Oh juicy, be like ?vision
the spot Dissed by a nigga I admire (sucka) Oh shit, hell no this can't be Who's this on the radio dissing me D-O- double G, P-O-U-N-D, shit scorcher
wreck A well-known wild street vet Step into the kill zone, baby, it's on I pack the twin nine-mills that'll lift your dome Chrome pump with double-eyed
backbone slide [Maestro Fresh Wes] The keyword is synchronism Yo, check out my homeboy dance to the rythmn And hey, this hey, oh, this ain't Forte I'm coming double
poison dart impalements Secret artist sabotage cause train derailments Styles of Beyond recon, with deadly ailments Yo - even my wife don't know my double life Double
the kid with his mugshot on the cover of the Source Shy show you how to rob niggaz, not in a rap song That's 3 minutes and 45 seconds too long I could
na hey na na na hey hey na na na na na I see not vitals on your EKG Dead on the dance floor B.O.B Clap because we need more 3OH!3 Blowing out your speakers
it's of Heaven I swear that till I perish I keep these pussies in panic whaa [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Ace Hood] Now watch me move through the city, gutta be my religion Only vision
dem pistols, fiend to dip home, gettin shot gone, wit this next fall, with this next fall Tell me have you eva had this fellin, or ah vision, that you
drive around in gangsta whips you swear I'm bout to get into some gangsta shit Oh no here comes trouble, my vision is skewed I can only see in doubles
