zou jij niet naar huis gaan hij was geen hemelsmooie Hollywood-hartedief maar op zijn glimlach was ik smoorverliefd Oh Ja, Oh Ja en ik zong shalalala Oh Ja, Oh
Hey mister bartender, mix me a drink I really need something to tell me it's okay not to think Because I've been to all these bars and I've seen all these
Zora and Rooster under peach tree They K-I-SS-I-N-G Wow, first came he love Now then comes the marriage One baby, two baby, three baby carriage baby
See me point the gun at y'all, me no play Me come for murder them on the cowboy way Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way, me make way Oh no
[Chorus] Turtle neck n' chain (x3) (sippin' on a light beer) Turtle neck n' chain (x3) (sippin' on a light beer) Turtle neck n' chain (x3) (sippin'
the way) Time fucked up the rhyme [Verse 11: Wish] Hey Mr. K. Ceiling do you know sumthin's wrong Top of the line with the realest of thugstas But Oh
them non-hankin, congradulatin, niggas thats good at no time-wastin, penetratin and elevatin, believe us who stay for the real waitin [Chorus] (X2) [Verse 3: Wish Bone] (Oh
[Intro] Niggaz just love the cash Shake down niggaz say yea 1-9 niggaz love the cash H-A-R-D-R-O-C-K yo BK no, oh, oh, oh [Bridge] You ain't gotta love
Racks UP, everywhere we go (3x) Racks UP, hundred thousand show Girls lookin at me, lookin really fancy Oh you so cutie, oh I'm so pretty Oh I'm in
new 2k7, a new 2k11 Wow, there?s new thangs goin? on It?s new technology, T-E-K-nology If you don?t know, you need get wit it The sidekick 3 is on deck
K-rab Arab set the tempo for the streets, for the best for the thugs For the girl gettin' loose in the club, bring it back, don't act like that D4L and K
Bounced back with the work like (Take it all, you need me) Yes, sir Niggas better get wit the program I'm fast on a track But I kill a slow jam Oh man
Hey, na na na, hey, hey, na na na na, na I see not vitals on your E.K.G. Dead on the dance floor, we only Clap because we need more 3OH!3 Blowing out
oh, does it turn you on? Gave Lil Wayne a skirt an some pom-poms They all go Lady Gaga over my throat skills Gave Zac Efron my poker face and left him with chills And 3OH
nigga no mercy. No mercy, nigga ima neva say die! Verse 2: Might die oh the dark way I get done with the A.K. southside make these niggas scream MADAY
, no... Oh, no, oh-no, no, no, no I bet he won't noooo... Oh, no, no, bet he won't I'm tellin you, I bet he won't... [Repeat Hook 3 times]
Yeah, U T P nigga, come on K L C nigga, come on, holla I done tightened up on my G dog Wacko outcher flippin' these hoes like see saws Ya man trippin
