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Three Dog Night Good Time Living

get back to some good time livin' Got to get out where the air is sweet Got to, got to get back livin' Work with our hands live off the land Feel good

get back living. Gotta, gotta, got, got, to get back living. Gotta, gotta, got, got, to get back living. Gotta, gotta, got, got, to get back living.

Banks] I'm who they be, Chronic by the P, living comfortably Come with me, round and some would see why they fuck with me Bentley's pulling up in three

Kept throwin' up the whole time The flight attendants ran out of Dr. Pepper and salted peanuts And the in-flight movie was Bio-Dome with Pauly Shore And, oh yeah, three

wild wild west, that's the place Suckers take a bite, and don't even taste The California lifestyle that I live Mack these hoes every chance I get Like a drop SL, three times

her whole face explodes There's three things I hate, girls, women and bitches I'm that vicious to walk up and drop-kick midgets They call me Boogie Night

"What'd you do last night?" "We did umm, two whole cars It was me, Dez, and Main Three right? And on the first car in small letters it said 'All

all 2X) Verse Three: Puff Daddy Put your money on the table and get your math on Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on See you later Dog,

Little nigga but still kept a fly bitch And back then it was love in the hood Knuckle up with ya dog and fuck it, it's all good Now, I'm in the crib