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