I know a lil' freak in, in Hollywood Sucks, sucks on dick, does it, does it real good I know a lil' freak in, in Hollywood Sucks, sucks on dick, does
The gal dem Schillaci, Sean da Paul So me give it to, so me give to, so me give it to, to all girls Five million and forty naughty shorty Baby girl, all
3,3,3, is the magic 3,3,3, is the magic 3,3,3, is the magic number 3. it's a magic number Yes, it is It's the magic number Because 2 times 3 is 6 And
[Intro:] Looney Tunes..... Subelo al maximo (Turn it Up to the Max) Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up... Subelo al maximo Daddy Yankee a turn it up,
(Chorus) I'll be your prescription Come and take a dose of me Once you get a dose of me You'll think that I'm your medicine (Gucci Mane) My medicine (
(Do do do do-do do do! Do do do do-do do do! I rebel music; I rebel music.) Why can't we roam (oh-oh-oh-oh) this open country? (open country) Oh, why
[Intro:] Christina Milian Cool & Dre Three 6 Mafia What's going down? Yeah! (Yeah) [Verse 1:] I ain't the one to cuss but fuck ya Way before you went
A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher Ridin' on a midnight bus bound for Mexico One was headin' for vacation, one for higher education And two
Three fingers on a swollen hand beside a dented garbage can a blind man staring at something only he can see I spotted him like night sky plotted and
The Cryptic Corporation presents "God in Three Persons" Written, produced and peformed by the Residents With guest vocals by song stylist Laurie Amat
Despite what you heard or what you saw When you look at me man you see hardcore A real street hood nigga wish a nigga would nigga I can give a damn what
Back again, et the trend, t'was me the great SP Alongside Tamic girl, I all on you, girl, anytime I all on you anyplace Any gal weh want it it tell them
1, 2, 3 Not only you and me Got one eighty degrees And I'm caught in between Countin' 1, 2, 3 Peter, Paul & Mary Gettin' down with 3P Everybody loves ***
I'm caught up in the middle Jumping through the riddle I'm falling just a little tonight, uh uh 'Cause everybody's making trouble Someone's burst their
Make it stronger, take it faster Fake it longer, make it last her Natural causes, fake disasters Teeth and claws and slaves and masters Pull it harder
We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts we traverse afar Field and fountain, moor and mountain Following yonder star Oh, oh, star of wonder, star
Three's my lucky number And fortune comes in threes But I wish I knew that number That even little children seem to see Oh, I'm missing everything I
Every Sunday I will go down to the bar And leave him the guitar You say you want me I want another Say you dream of me Dream of your brother Oh, the