food! The people! Wow! We're three cool white friends in Japan (Japan!) We've never been to Japan So we wrote a song about the three of us in Japan
Ripsta Let 'em hit ya with the scripture Picture me locked out and smoked out with a half of fifth of Three sixty-five out of all the round trees They'll be Japanese
missing, Can only guess why every bodies telling me that shes shady... Ooohhhhhhhhh, whhhyyyyy? oooooooohhhhhhhhhh....soooooo Shady shady shady Shady mothafuu... Cuz I was blinded by beauty I I didnt see the ?? After three
hurlin off the yak, (tell 'em Num), come on, roll the window down, let me get a tad bit of breeze, my whole vision is seein threes. Verse 7 *(B
wonder If it was a gun the crowd or some thunder All of that was out my window when I was younger Now I'm much older, lyrical clap MC's If you don'
clock news flash, 'Bis and G Rap All punch bullets are lookin for them niggaz in black Lean back in the avocado El Dorado, passin the bottle Speakin Japanese
striped yellow tie Threw down a cup of coffee, kissed the wifey goodbye Leave the office each day around eleven o'clock Then you drive, stop, park, walk about three
superhero capers Light sabers my neighbors consist of Mint cookies bent books keys three tennis balls Peanut butter a Japanese chicken clock and when
glow of the moon, over the melancholy metro My poetry is set like a U.F.O The maestro, the lyricist concerto My physical play the role of a vessel The level of my lyrics
[Chorus ? Rick Ross & Wale] [Rick Ross] 600 Benz, house six hundred grand That was six years ago, whips come from Japan I get that work on my face I get
Japan I'm still the shit To the one with more ice to get you frostbit [Chorus x2: Frank V (Lil' Rob)] Everything you heard was true About the villains in blue Three
i'ma bank ya 'cause I'm nuthin but a motherfuckin east bay gangsta Chorus: Nuthin but the gangsta (3x) Ha ha, come on nigga Verse three: redman
(konishi) Translators: andrei cunha Translator's introduction: "shiritori" is a japanese game. the first player says a word, the second player
industry ain't ready for me or these ghetto fab queens already platlum in the streets I even got them jail house niggas sendin' they cheese to me Big Chan in japan
rest And it¡A?s easy to see That this Too Phat and Warren G Verse 3 (Malique) Wassalam Warren We thank you for the bit Now the three of us
still thinkin' of you Thinkin who, wanna give they love to you Better than the only black kid in the 'bu ? I ain't from the hood but my rap is good Knocked three
for today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away.. [Verse Two- Lil' Flip] It's two-thousand three, and I'm twenty two I ain't changin', I still got three
