on the three way Givin' my girl the whole replay Has it happened to you, has it happened to you? She'd seen me Called me up on the three way Givin'
Tulkojums: City High. Trīspusējas.
Now the way it went Got me in this messed up predicament Cause I ain't know how to be monogamous I was caught in the wrong just walkin' Through the
[Verse 1 - Currensy] Poolside, too high, with three bitches With four lives, I'm finna deal Be out at 5 in that 600 Benz Or that 750i. Ate 9 slices of
wit me We three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you wanna go and get high wit me Smoke
, lets say around three thirty Queen Pen and Blackstreet, it's no diggity I like the way you work it No diggity, I got to bag it up I like the way you
How many of y'all think you can do what we do?) Yeah, wait a second (One, two, three, c'mon) She was a small city girl with big city dreams Niggaz try
t you niggas, take a look at a real thug And see why, ya bitches get suspicious and peal Slugs, at me, til the day I die, high muthafucker tryin' To think
'll take you to the broken sign You see the lights are blue Come and get it lost it at the city limit Say goodbye 'cause they will find a way to trim
and bang fags Go to Marshals and change tags, I snagged nuff niggas And games are off the wall, in softball, Piggy one I would call When I first got my three way
-yo you better pass it Aiyyo check this out We coming to you live from that BOMB Chocolate City my man Where the knotty-headed niggaz and the Brick City
and take a ride wit me wit three women in the fo' with the gold D's Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you wanna go and get high
young batter on deck He's still in high school (yeah I heard that) (It's a great day though) A good high school out in U-City of St. Louis, Missouri (
Bob, this next young batter on deck He's still in high school, yeah I heard that It's a great day you know A good high school outta U city of St Louis
of the backyard All colors and all types like a junkyard High young boy with high young ways 'Cuz I connect three blunts and be high for three days You can tell by the way
like players, spendin fat-ass bank Junior high wasn't shit but a place to fight Muthafuckas wasn't learnin how to read and write I'm just walkin down the street all alone High
together Mass melted chambers strictly guarded by barretas, uh Cash means 'fo the jewels they get they ass beat Sweat in my sleep think they found a way
and a peaka and it's brought back High ranks to be exact, I bring it back How you want it, from the stove or the microwave? How you want it, high yellow
