", I said a I said, "Three corn patches about four cotton fields away" I said, "Three corn patches about four cotton fields away" I said, "Three"
the corner man, corner, corner man Find me on the corner, man, on the corner, man Call me the corner man, corner, corner man Find me on the corner, man
me - the corner man, corner corner man Find me - on the corner man, on the corner man Call me - the corner man, corner corner man Find me - on the corner
Translation: Presley, Elvis. Three Corn Patches.
the corner man, corner corner man Find me - on the corner man, on the corner man Call me - the corner man, corner corner man Find me - on the corner man
cruise it around the neighborhood Well, maybe I shouldn't Yeah, of course I should Pay attention, here's the thick of the plot I pulled up to the corner
, gimme, gimme Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme my loving Gimme, gimme my loving Gimme, gimme my loving I need some horn, y'all Can I get some horn, y'all?
boys So everybody be mellow Somebody might drop their Horn and things like that But don't worry about that I gotta say it three times Can I get three fellows? Three
just cruise it around the neighborhood Well, maybe I shouldn't, yeah, of course I should Pay attention, here's the thick of the plot I pulled up to the corner
I heard she eats one cracker a day Oh well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim And started fucking with Trina I heard the bitch got hit with three
, he was the Sax Man from the state of Tennessee First set in with the band at the ripe old age of three, weeks old And when he blew into that horn all
? ... Oh. Okay, um, hmm, in that case, the part of the Grandfather will be played by a bassoon ... Three French horns play the part of ... uhm ... three French horns
um, hmm, in that case, the part of the Grandfather will be played by, huh, a bassoon.... Three French horns play the part of... uhm... three French horns
hang with the Meth bring the rope The only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke Off the set comin' to your projects Take it as a threat, better yet
(samudio) One, two, three, four All right Watch it, watch it Say man Hattie told mattie About a thing she saw Had two big horns And a wooly jaw Wooly
termites in the chokin' [unverified], yes D.O., my wood grain say, "Fuck P.O." (Okay) And I'll prove it when I red line a buck three, oh Hoes wit' it
right back and just slap my face And my nigga, PeeWee is no singer He is eighty eighty fingers Oakland niggars Don't use fingers for your horns Yeah
