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