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