Songtexte:
3 On 1

he died nobody can say, They found him dead in the street one day. Well, the crowd, they gathered one fine morn, At the man whose clothes 'n' shoes were torn. There on

the color of the sun cut flat An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at, Or maybe it's the weather or something like that, But mama, you been on my

sign And you say to yourself just what am I doin' On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin' On this curve I'm hanging On this pathway I'm strolling

I paid one thousand two hundred twenty-seven dollars and fifty-five cents See my hound dog bite a rabbit And my football's sittin' on a barbed-wire fence

two, to the two, to the three) LDT, Layzie Bone (to the 7, 7, the 7, 7, the 7 we say) [Thin C (Layzie):] 1 for the (shine) 2 for the 3 for the (family

my mind on my money, money on my mind my watch ain't tickin it's winding! I got my mind on my money, money on my mind I'm standin on the cut(*sirens)nigga

Take off your clothes, take off your clothes and come to bed It used to be just me but that's how one and one makes three Three months later on the

The last thing on my mind is going home From the window to the wall This club is jumping til tomorrow Is it daylight or is it nighttime 1 o'clock 2 o'clock 3

: [feat. B.o.B.] [Verse 1: Jessie J] Seems like everybody's got a price, I wonder how they sleep at night. When the tale comes first, And the truth