Triple One - Doozy | Текст песни

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(Marty Bukakke Large)
[Triple ones gettin high]
Fuck it I’m Large, bring more grime then a bucket of bugs
DOOOOOOOOOO-ZZZEEEEEYYYY
[Triple ones gettin high]
Like a techno-rave in a double garage fuck it I’m up
Middle fingers up throat full of tar I am a star
Gunn (our fukn producer) hittem with the bass
Blow so hard then I hittem in the face
Drink all day Obi hittem with the case
Running shit all the time then I hittem with the chase
VB six-pack, 3 pack long neck
She better have that long neck long Neck
Strong neck, wet throat sex smoke sex
Got to hit that and it was
Only the other day, thought it was your girlfriends birthday
She called me on a Thursday
Lonely the other day I got a hot butt on my work break
Treat my face like an ash tray
Dropping bars and all arts on a daily bases
Only thing you dropped were nuts when we showed our faces

(Obi Ill Terrors)
Yeh I showed faces
Yeh I cold the cases
Then I drank shit till I face went slip
Down to the clit fuck around get lip
Immm off one, (im off one) (off one)
2 to 3 with that coffin
Put the nail in the neck never speak only step
Go hard, go hard, go hard
[Triple ones gettin high]

HOOK(Phantom)
I locked his eyes and stole my time
Squeezed him slow till he went blind
Took his clothes and stole his mind
And the snow falls soft on my face that night
Squeezed him slow till he went blind
Took his clothes and stole his mind

(Obi Ill Terrors)
Like I stole that bus, then I killed them kids
(Why you kill them kids why you kill them kids)
Off the cliff, bounce with this
Hit the water,cut the corner
Said it was me never touched your daughter
While she grabbing at my neck, (grab grabbing on my neck)
Put acid in your becks
Fuck a becks, VB cans all the way to long necks,*
Cd on check
See me in the wrek, triple one to the death
Triple sec with the mix of sex
That holy bread, that holy wine
Burnt my belly, and bled my line
Guzzled it down till I nearly died, cauuuseeee
[Triple ones gettin]

(Marty Bukakke Large)
Don’t tell me how to live my life
Or hot to make money bitch you don’t know
Cause in a past life I was a samurai
You can see it in my eyes you know
Tommy sports new clothes, Sticky green by the O
Gee even my flow, covers up my B.O
Got a lot of acne, girls want to jack me
All of my team still wanna back me lets go

(Obi Ill Terrors)
Tri-triple one, call me up but I put it in the sun
My soul to the perch¬¬¬
Same old dirt gave word to the earth, ohhhhh
Words early, hit it on time, said I want it dirty
You heard me, potty mouth sick flow snort it out the mash bowl
Mash dat neck snap foda’ foda’ the cash doe
Flash flash for the piccie city nice hoe…
Re take that shot tho, Said check the iso
She brown like cho-co, ME, white like the ice bro
Mix this up fucka birth right grab tight white, den go
(You you you) you is a daygo, i rock a halo, shes a straight no
We came to win see, Bukkake knows me
Gunn gunn he holds me, you know the rest
……. three ones with the obi

HOOK(Phantom)
I locked his eyes and stole my time
Squeezed him slow till he went blind
Took his clothes and stole his mind
And the snow falls soft on my face that night
Squeezed him slow till he went blind
Took his clothes and stole his mind

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