trois There's room for one more body in our boudoir Would you like to try a little un, deux, trois Everyone will get a change to be a star Hey there
to understand that you can never beat the bandit no And she won't be surprised, no she won't be shocked When she pulled the star off she impressed the
yours) And I'll be yours until two and two is three, Yours, until the mountains crumble to the sea In other words, until eternity Baby, I'm yours (Til the stars
] I'm off that grand daddy purple with my cousin Chingo We in the buildin' and we lookin' for something to mingle Preferably single and maybe bilingual An all-star
] I look and stare so deep in your eyes I touch on you more and more every time When you leave i'm beggin you not to go Call your name two, three times
I look and stare so deep in your eyes I touch on you more and more every time When you leave I’m beggin you not to go Call your name two, three times
drive a car and listen to music To read a book and ride a train Watch and maker God and dog Hammer and saw Babies and nappies Stop and hold Moon and stars
wanna do, WHO to tell you not TO You wanna make jams go ahead I got YOU Don't be afraid no matter who you are No matter who you be, you're a star Every
busta rhymes, ol dirty bastard The flip mode is the squad that controls your set Woo-hah!! got you all in check We on some outta state shoot like you watch star
cause I love the way you pop that (C'mon) Every single time we come to drop that A lot of freaky women react to a nigga hot track (Lets go) Then we start
real it's tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why? Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long three tri three chrome, it's the same ol
(intro / spliff star): Hah... Rah digga... Spliff star... Flipmode... In ya face nigga... You wanna battle nigga... (spliff star): Yo, yo, yo! It’s my
thug related Chorus [lord have mercy] We enemies of three strike felony laws Gorilla dicking k-y jelly for whores Lapdances trap grands without laws My baby moms, three
we deaded three out of the four niggas who tried to jook One nigga slid and think he got off the hook Now let me find out one out of them three niggas
look at her front and back Man she so stacked and she know that I want that Her man, he's so wack, girl can I taste yo khaki for three hundred to step
silhouette and to sharpen dull razors Within vast skies unversed in starkness His might grew And blew light hues to grey... And worse, a third of stars
Cypress Hill shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga You ain't on no real shit, nigga [B-Real] '91 Cypress Hill burst upon the scene Three
by presents when youre gone for you to see your childs face to hold your family just one day [Dawn:] Have you put up the three Hanging misletoe