3 Strikes Ya' Out Lyrics
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3 Strikes Ya' Out Lyricsby King Swamp Buy album CD: Wiseblood {*whispered*} Love me.. give me love.. Give me love food.. Give me love, so that I can.. kill.. Give me love, because I can.. kill.. He's not real.. (the devil) and she must die.. Die.. (he is the son of man, he is the son of God) {*beat drowns out whispered vocals*} [king tee] Three strike you're out they're makin niggaz behave No more slaps on the wrist gettin 90 days Welcome to the next level, it's the new world order Snatch ya like a tractor, might kill ya for a quarter I put that on my moms, that's on everything I love Nigga what? catch a l, make you cry like a dove So sucka free is the only way for me You don't get paid just for bein o.g. We've been had, we've been tricked, we've been played Right when we, went left, for what? we shoulda stayed Stressed all the homies just to show they mean business Rushed 'em with the quickness, killed 'em with the sickness Tried to save his life, give him cpr, huh Somethin for the lungs, fat african drums So clear up your sinus and keep your nose clean Khakis so hot it makes the one-time stop [chorus] Three strikes, you're out, then a nigga pays We in the cage, black man is bein slayed Three strikes, you're out, then a nigga pays We in the cage, black man is bein slayed [king tee] Get with the lyrical miracle whippin up Gingerbread cookies out you rookies, huh I can't stands no more, grab the floor Hit the deck when I let loose the tec (c'mon) 'nique, freak any beat nigga Westside 106 (? ) street, uhh The loco's, chocolate like cocoa Get your punk-ass balled up in the trash (ahh!) You stepped on my stars, motherfucker say sorry This wild style's like lion country safari This is for my loc's back at the ponderosa Check my file, bring it to trial Get with that new, ninety-fo' shit Yes it's funky like a jackass, don't even trip I got pages and pages of metaphoric phrases Too complex for the human eye to catch It's the, gangsta boogie, do you want a example Or do you just wanna taste a sample? Out of control, gone, warped, zoned, toned Hand me the heater, I need the speakers Sparks, flames, no name but peep game Smoke like a choo-choo train It's the criminal minded nigga king tee With the westside riders, comin creepin crawlin like spiders We've been bit by the dog, call the catcher stretcher Judge fletcher betcha, raise your blood pressure The unsolved mystery, mixed up our history Put us in the twist, we no longer exist, like .. dinosaurs dissapeared, then it's like .. mine and yours dissapear, so it's like Servin soon, here comes your doom Right when the world go ka-boom, so am i Sane, or, sick in the brain? Or do everybody style sound the same? (yep) [chorus] - 2x [outro] Yeahh... beat terrorist.. (? ) Tr, the funk ignitor My nigga king tee with the funky west shit right? Check this out.. Beat terrorist, beat terrorist, beat terrorist, beat terrorist, (? )
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