spy? A girl with ebony fire eyes Soft and low do she cry Now what could be such a source of pain? I so boldly inquire Pointing finger Havana way These three
a little sweet But life could be a little shitty What a pity Boston and a Kansas city Looking for a hundred But you only ever found a fitty Three fingers
Yo, knahmtalkinbout We over here in the Gridiron, three in the mornin' This song here is dedicated to all them boys That put it down before us The foundation
and go You get it and go You get it and go You know it's alright You know it's alright Count your fingers to four One, two, three, four And that's
still walk in any club with my jewels on. No security just me and a couple groove towns. Who you work for? You know who the boss, new blue yankee?s seven and three
right Cuz I'm like So in another league I throw my pitches At different degrees And I Sparil my pigskins At different speeds And I hit threes Cuz at
in the sky 'cause we just begun Hey! Hey! Mission Two, this is how we do Shuffle, shuffle to right, to the left, Let's Move! Hey! Hey! Mission Three,
nothing We turned it into something You and me together Check it out, lemme break it down We took nothing See one year of courting Two years of kissing Three
took nothing and turned it into something, oh Yeah, you and me together Check it out lemme break it down See one year of courting Two years of kissing Three
point the finger Three is pointing back at you And all the accusations you've been makin' Is probably something you would do Remember when you point the finger Three
been done (Woo, woo, woo) It's all been done, before If I put my fingers here, and if I say I love you, dear And if I play the same three chords Will
carryin' shotguns and 21 rough Doctor, I'm like the war on drugs I don't stop, I'm all night vampire blood Underground chud, since a kid I finger painted
and if I got an itchy finger like Bernard Geotz With a pad and a pen I blend funky images That leave your girl hemmoragin' for about two million And three
bags and then I smoke all the extras It's the truth, like funk 180 proof Don't drop your draws, I'll fuck through your daisy dukes (True) Put your fingers
say that they'd got everything that they need Each mornin' they wake up four walls, three words, two hearts, one love Here I am, ring on my finger Grandpa
three piece Now you see why all these singers Tryna to be me Now what you're talking about To the haters throw them deuces up Back number one Middle fingers
birth, I was sworn to that It's the P I M P that's in me You envy, how instantly I make ten G's An' never lift a finger, makes you wanna bring a Player
hall with the bad ass body Groupies lookin' for the after party I used to be wild as fuck, get my dick sucked On the back of the tour bus with two or three