You were one One of the three One in three must find some peace You were one One of the three I need proof before belief Oh well, you just knew they'd
want I hope you're satisfied One of the three You were one, one of the three One in three must find some peace You were one, one of the three I need
Übersetzung: James. Einer der drei.
you want I hope you're satisfied One of the three You were one, one of the three One in three must find some peace You were one, one of the three I
I wanta get into it, man, you know... Like a, like a sex machine, man, Movin'... doin' it, you know Can I count it off? (Go ahead) Spoken: One, two, three
on, let's do it We can get it done It's kinda funny plus I'll show you that I'm not the one (I ain't the one) You stupid bro, now what you ball up your
cats is a difficult matter It isn't just one of your holiday games You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter When I tell you a cat must have three
tear stained, worn King James Bible on my lap I can hear mama now say it won't let you down And it never has So I turn to the Psalms straight to the one
now, here he is! The godfather of soul, and hot tub man number one, James Brown! " Sometimes it make me break out in a cold sweat! One two three four
: [Chorus One] {Just pull the plug!} People say that I'm a bad influence I say the world's already fucked, I'm just addin to it They say I'm suicidal
head (AAHHH) Trapped him in his room, possessed him and hoist his bed Till the evilness flows through his blood like poisonous lead Told him each one
other Now we just injure each other, without thinking And when the silence fall, and the world gets really small She crawl into bed, I'm in my three
white man's face, covered in shades I must of passed out, can't remember shit before I blacked out Three more niggas approaching, holding they mack's out One
Bulletproof Wallets [DJ! DJ! *echoes*] On yo' ass nigga, you heard? Dirt-ass niggas, ya niggas ain't got a chance *echoes* [Stadio *echoes*] [One-three
blazin' like laundry wells Don't ever talk to a nigga like I'm one of your kids Cuz I'll cock back the mag and pop one in your ribs So homeboy, keep runnin
: [Verse One:] Listen to the preacherman But are you talkin' to me I can't hear you with a mouth full of pig's feet If I should need the swine flesh
: Oh Lord I got eggs on my plate I got em Damn right I got four walls I live here Hey I live here Now this big Jew-man uptown He told me one day He said
do is fight tonight It doesn?t matter if you?re seventeen It doesn?t matter if you?re twenty-one It doesn?t matter if you?re thirty-three Forgive me