over his face He said, "Others may come and others may go But that suit will be around wherever you're goin'" Three button hand me down Three button hand me down
Translation: Faces. Three Button Hand Me Down.
you can't fuck wit me But I can fuck yo' girl and make her nut for me Then slut for me, then kill for me, then steal for me And of course it'll be yo
took off so fast The sun roof was open , the music was high And this girl's hand was steadily moving up my thigh She had opened up three buttons on
I took off so fast The sun roof was open, the music was high And this girl's hand was steadily moving up my thigh She had opened up three buttons on her
looked at me like a cow looks At an oncoming train And she leaned right down next to me And she said, "IT'S GOOD FOR YOU!" And then she tied me to the
there like you did For me last time, my country ass Come on Meet me in the boy's bathroom (Come on) Meet me in the boy's bathroom (Come on) Meet me
cut, just the bomb pow-wow Gots to get my hands on that new body style Floss all you nigga, toss liquor up A rugged nigga smokin on a cigarette butt Mashin
the alcohol The weed and the juice look. Lolo(?) Starter cap to the left of me You know when I rep a "C" Dub S to the death of me Motherfuckers wasn't respectin' me
;guilt will let him know what he did And you don't need to go to jail, you're just a kid. Give me the gun little g, just cool it down. You've got a lot
the fotch Split for nothing You get the same you hit the button Before we hit the safe Where's the videotape Gotta look it in the face- forget it I
discipline And open ya face, spit on the cut, pour the Henny in [Unverified] fuck a popa get smoked properly It ain't even got to be handed on record Just me
chainsaw We walk around Compton and Watts beat scrubs up And right into thugs face, I throw the dubs up We tearing clubs up, down south from the D Three
Watts, beatin scrubs up and right into thugs face I throw the dubs up we tearin clubs up down south from the D Three Six y'all, Twiztid, and ICP (
We walk around Compton And watts beat scrubs up And right into thugs face I throw the dubs up We tearin' clubs up, down south from the D Three six y
on top of the 'fridgerator That's right girl, don't roll your eyes at me like a alligator Put your Chanel shades on, walk with your thong in your butt
headed girl Bald-headed girl Bald-headed girl For me Verse one: There are nine million girls with weaves With bald heads, braids get sweaty in nine months Punks start stinking Activator becomes the lazy way Face
dress and break her for her purse Ten wraps and a rubber band (Gouda) Three or four more in my other hand (Gouda) Five, ten, fifteen, twenty (Gouda)
