everything was fine 'til three little words i know i'm gonna pay for = this hurt fell for the lust of three little words thought i could = stomach the
Everything was fine 'til three little words I know I'm gonna pay for this hurt Fell for the lust of three little words thought I could stomach the burn
a little bit about myself let me tell ya a little bit about this dance It's real easy to do--check it out Verse Three: First I limp to the side like
Check this out One, two three, in the place to be And this is sugar Ray and Run DMC Here we go DMC and DJ Run Dum diddi dum diddi diddi dum dum We're
pumpin' I get ya back around three we can do it one mo' gen Message to them hater middle finger to the wind Let my chain swang with a limp in my walk
I can see who beepin this po pimp Spring to the phone with a slow limp In a trip that shitted with 3-1-2-7-6-2-10 Three line connection As the rest
me will squeal on Billy He did it, he did it, word up man I'm squealing on him man He tried to front on the Kid Capri, word His name was Billy Ain'
I feel great One, two, three, four Five, six, seven, eight One, two, three, four Five, six, seven, eight So strong my face is You punch break fingers Kick me you're limping
a has was I beat you down on stage and when the battle's over You'll be leaving your show in a hearse nova I'm flippin' the X's three times and I'm
true So as pray and hope and the message is sent And I am living in the dreams that I have dreamt Because I'm down with the three, the unstoppable three
we splurgin' in suburbans Dirty Harriet rock the camouflage turbans Said one for the money and two for mic check And spit a million rhymin' words in 240 seconds Get three
on your own, it'll strengthen your soul Stop livin' off your parents like you're three years old Instead of walkin' like you're limp and talkin' yang
both pound Limp Bizkit, get around like merry go What's the scenario? Comin' through your stereo Why risk it? Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted Eight essential vitamins and minerals Delicious Word
yo), we live in bloodshed. And we die in bloodshed, word up. We born to the paradise so respect your life, word up. Black man move on, word up. Head
Choose the sword and you will join me Choose the ball and you join your mother in death You don't understand my words, but you must choose So come boy
was cool After hours it was cool After hours it was cool After hours it was cool Ten after one I think I'll hop the horse Downtown late of three of course
wilden Your team against my team there ain't no challenge Niggaz know we mobben Rolling in thousands man we will [Voice Talking] shoot em'up And leave they ass silent The word
