I wanta get into it, man, you know... Like a, like a sex machine, man, Movin'... doin' it, you know Can I count it off? (Go ahead) Spoken: One, two, three
passed them like three times (Oh!) Take my rap skills multiply by three times All it takes from my verse to defeat him is three lines (Yeah!) Peep my
a cataract Poof! It's a magic act [Verse 6 - Toki Wright] Walk over beats like DMC, three stripes Leaver be three strikes, visa need three swipes DVDs
[Scratched] "Get off the mic and get off the coke!" "On the count of three" "1...2..." "one for the cuervo, two for line" "Get off the mic and get off
[Slug] (I pledge allegiance to Budweiser and free drugs) Peace to Rick James, Anna Nicole Smith, Bill Clinton And Motley Crue And anyone else who has
s head (AAHHH) Trapped him in his room, possessed him and hoist his bed Till the evilness flows through his blood like poisonous lead Told him each one
and boarded the craft the rain had me chilled to the bones just the three of us took flight that night Uncle Richard, me, and James Earl Jones and the
a canyon got echoes I'm rougher than Bluto, tougher than a callous My number one football team is Dallas Cowboys, now boys, can't you see I'm greater than Your grandpops is my number one
Uh! Uhhh, uh! It's gonna be that, it's fat Ah one-two and a I can't hold it in I gotta let it all out (ya don't stop) Let it all out, let it all out (
fuck my ex-girlfriend, I would still owe you three-thousand dollars. And if I never lived in that van I wouldn't have met Chris or Steve or James, Alex
better ride, sucka shit'll never slide One for the shine, two for the money Give it back to my Heavenly Father, he the only one can take it from me Three
on, let's do it We can get it done It's kinda funny plus I'll show you that I'm not the one (I ain't the one) You stupid bro, now what you ball up your
trife up ya life up wit true, I live trife We are the one that cough up ya sack Cop the Steele, I bust out the Tek Want one, come out turn the mic down
with this brand new gun ya Want to hold back man he's gonna fi linger Your head is like a boss gun shot with sin ya [Verse One: Bounty Killer] Yes boy
you haven't heard Did you know that Santa Has a secret agent bird He's Penguin, James Penguin That dapper little guy Like a well dressed duck in a three
is superfat with calorie Watch the Grand blow up like The Nutty Professor Tommy Hil' better see me with three mil', nothin less [Lord Jamar] From the days of James
loaded up, "krondike" in the trunk And a pound full of James Brown Cause I gots to get loaded so hold up soldier [Chorus: x2] The count goes (One more