Tulkojums: Haunted. Trīs reizes.
motherfucker! So what is the law? When all else fails, there's nothing left. Given a choice. Stand back or suffer the consequences right now. Three times, three times
my baby, don't be cruel 'Cause I want you Oooh... Oh one world to find a lady That happens to be three times the lady God is good But he took his time
Ras Kass) She musta kicked off like special teams I walk rare from a muchy bled nigga all lookin' like Grenedine Murder scene, three to the head, three
First time I saw you back in 1982 An LA bar, I've come so far un my Kansas dancing shoes I'm just a singer and I'm looking for a song Do you want to sing
One on one That's what I need, yeah A woman sweet like the morning dew Walked in and took your love away But when bad times come-a-haunting you, yeah
of Colon Crazy ammo get blown wherever I sit, son That is my throne (You know how we do it) Aiyo, pop, pop, pop, pop, when it shots, whose to blame? Three
till they forget me? Check it out What if I grew another fuckin' head? And his name was Violent Ed? And he head butt me every time I cussed? I would
time, so much time Rollin' over I look up, there's still so far to go It's your time, blow your mind I got three bodies stuffed in my trunk I'm blowin
s comin for you Three, four, Tecca's at your door Five, six, got guns and clips Seven, eight, they seld your faith One, two, GP's comin for you Three,
his fucking ashes and evaporate 'em Or creep through the graveyard and hunt down your tombstone Dig up your skeleton and stomp all your fucking bones You try to haunt
off the heezy, Mr. Warren G-eezy Gots to make it easy for Snoop D-eezy To come back and drop raps and make snaps so easy The most haunted, and most wanted
over me) Three suns and one star (Watch over me) Three suns and one star Oh yeah Three suns, one star Three suns, one star Three suns, one star
didn't speak to a single person today. I figured why should I ruin their fucking Christmas. I've started a new diary and this time I have a few new reasons
-Tang gotta be The best thing since stocks in Clark Wallabees African killers bees, black watch On your radio, blowin' out yo' watts From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill Every time
I love you more than ever, more than time and more than love I love you more than money and more than the stars above Love you more than madness, more
tell me what each driver was doing wrong, what each one did right He could always pick the winner before they ever took a curve Number three might have the car but forty three
