[Amil & Sole] Uh, Amil-lion, Sole Major Coins, yeah What what, uh uh Roc-a-fella, y'all [Sole] Uh, uh, uh Lyrical, blink your eye, the storm Never saw
met in a coin laundry? Can I be the girl that you met? Can I be the girl that you met? Can I be the girl that you met in the coin laundry? Can I be the
parody of Umbrella (Cinderella Remix) By Rihanna, Chirs Brown, And Jay-Z [Jay-Z] Ahuh Ahuh (Yea KING) Ahuh Ahuh (Royalty Gone Bad) Ahuh Ahuh (Take three
about this time I was fed up at trying to make a stab At bringin' back any help for my friends and Captain Arab I decided to flip a coin, like either
(I can clearly see the end now) I can clearly see the end now I can clearly see the end now (The thread of life is spun) The coin's been placed below
Give me back my pictures of me Me, you and him makes three It figures the wheezing will measure your rate of depress And I hope you know like a bitch
Out on the floor the couples are swaying To "One Faded Love" on the jukebox tonight You slide in your coins and the music keeps playing A slow country
him and he paid the price in good cheechako coin Which the same I blowed in that very night down in the Tenderloin Then I painted a three-foot slab
One, two, three, four Fortune has me well in hand Armies wait at my command My gold lies in a foreign land Buried deep beneath the sand The angels guide
how I'm really feelin at that time Yea sometimes sometimes sometimes It's just sometimes, it's always me How dark can these hallways be? The clock strikes midnight, one-two, then half past three
the boss "Wu-Tang!" [U-God] Yo, you're hog-tied, I'm roping them, bitches, I'm gropping them Open up your veins, cop three bags of Dopium Super soak
Captain midnight and Captain cruise out on the ocean like a storm of bad news it took three monkeys in a plastic mac to fit inside a paper sack And
feared; Old Yeller was a lonely Chinese pup. Lee and Shane duked it out on Cold Mountain; Nicholson sang "Get Back" and "Let It Be," "Hail to the Chief, "Three Coins
he let her toss that coin I gave cowboy the honors he called tails and naturally I won So I stepped aside and he laid a three for me to win it was gonna
When I was three feet tall I loved 'em all And lived life for myself Fallin' down for laughs Your photograph Some puppets made of felt Watching life
Now that's what I call decay decline and hard times Hard times, very hard times, Mr. Lindsay, Hard times and winter so croool: you have stopped my watch At the stroke of three
for his word to strike up the band Crowds would gather round Some would take the high ground To see the show They would stop them in their tracks Big coins
You look at him twice Think of how nice His one on one face He promised no bite And finish a fight "Place coin in slot provided" Ice, Nice, everything
