Testi:
Third Day Get On

listen to you criticize Get on, get on, get on away from me If you're trying to bring me down If you're trying to bring me down Get on, get on, get on

t listen to you criticize Get on, get on, get on away from me If you're trying to bring me down If you're trying to bring me down Get on, get on, get on

and the nights are scandalous Thick like big bread basket sandwiches Choke on that, we smoke on bats And put a hole through the horse on your Polo hat

on rock I stay on top Lock up like pits in a box I can't stop Not cuz your beauty it's your booty that I'm attracted Want to get acquainted, most acquainted

Don't be a punk ass nigga when the time is on Throw ya hands (throw ya hands up) Throw ya hands up in the air (get em up) Come on Throw ya hands up Leave

reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell Huggin on my mama from a jail cell And who'd think in elementary? Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day

now I'm gone Tryin to get my money on strong, so an early riser Out befo' them other guys, that's the way to profit every time Can't get too close, my

in the pen playin foul and third rate Take a step back and meet your maker See play your Maytag statistic on paper Philosophy not of a giver he's a taker

them all A thousand times a day CHORUS You get paid, people slave, then you take more A thousand times a day So afraid of the grave, that you make war A thousand times a day