Three-oh, three-oh, Three-oh, three-oh, Three-oh, three-oh, Three-oh, three-oh,
I'm 'a hit you the back I'm not to your party Shake it, shake it, shake it like Get hands up Take-take
Mother fucker rap I'm 'a hit you from the Choke I'm hot baby you're not pill Punk-punk-punk-pu-punk-punk
(Day one) A and glistening (Day three) The sun is on a perfect beach (Day six) A train isn't whistling (Day ten) And I don't want to see you off
We know the crunk Indie city choking up your radio The song we play will the speakers
Don't stop To let them know what they've been the jukebox on The we play will blow the system
(Day one) A chapel and (Day three) The sun is shining on a perfect (Day six) A that isn't whistlin' (Day ten) And I don't to see you off again
We know the crunk Indie city choking Turn up radio The we play will blow the speakers
stop whistlin' To let know they've been missing Turn the on The song we play will blow the
We know the most Indie city choking Turn up your The song we play will blow the
Don't stop To let them they've been missing Turn your up The song we play will the system
No ones been, no been The cherry in eye And it's burning under my Carrying, The lady back to
But that be the first thing No ones been, no been The carpenter I've Building you this
burying Those heroes as gasping But that should be the last