Tekster:
3 On 1

Oversættelse: Mr. Serv-On. 1, 2, 3.

sign And you say to yourself just what am I doin' On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin' On this curve I'm hanging On this pathway I'm strolling

I paid one thousand two hundred twenty-seven dollars and fifty-five cents See my hound dog bite a rabbit And my football's sittin' on a barbed-wire fence

he died nobody can say, They found him dead in the street one day. Well, the crowd, they gathered one fine morn, At the man whose clothes 'n' shoes were torn. There on

s the color of the sun cut flat An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at, Or maybe it's the weather or something like that, But mama, you been on my

they say is a lie is a lie now 1 2 3 Nothing's for free 4 5 6 Pick up the sticks And go 1 2 3 Nothing's for free 4 5 6 Pick up the sticks And go 1 2

me You don't know me [Chorus x2] 1, fuck a nigga, fuck a nigga 2, slap a bitch fuck a bitch 3, you don't know me why you fuckin with me 1, fuck a nigga

u ain't got no place 2 stay/Come on baby 'round this way Stay with me baby/But let me tell u how it's gonna b Ain't no room 4 disagree/1+1+1 is 3

you've fucked a 100 girls and no plans to stop you've crushed a 1000 pills & always drink till you drop well holy fucking shit you're such a fucking