Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Treacherous 3, artist - Chris LoweDate of issue: 20.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Treacherous 3 |
| Yes y’all, the sounds you’re about to hear, is devestatin to your ear |
| Chris Lowe, Sadat X, and Dinco D is here |
| Treacherous 3, two-thousand and one |
| Chris Lowe (Sadat X) (and Dinco D) |
| I’m Chris Lowe, no doubt that’s me |
| A brother you don’t see on no TV |
| In the streets like the trash pilin up on yo' (uh-huh) |
| A simple 12 inch, yeah you see it’s a cinch |
| You ain’t really heard a style like mine in a while |
| Smoother than a glass of milk boy (jot that down) |
| Top choice with my voice, advice is so precise |
| This so nice he got ice up in his dice |
| It really ain’t a thing when we start to roll |
| Like money breakin players, that got a whole lotta soul |
| So don’t make no mistake when you talkin to Chris |
| If you aimin for my body, you bet' not miss |
| I’m, old New York like vice and gaming |
| Lay up with skins do a little dab of scramblin |
| My hop off the turnpike |
| Take the woods and see deer, you got the woods we gettin it there |
| With green, a magazine, and some beer |
| I’m calculated to that one point |
| And I can pinpoint crabs |
| My heart turn black from like that |
| A six pack can’t stop these slugs (never) |
| You lamp all day with broads, come downstairs late |
| And get grilled, for bein unskilled |
| Yo' physical build, got me beat by a hundred pounds |
| So imagine where I’m takin it (understand) |
| I see the branches fallin, off my family tree |
| But I gotta keep it movin cause the next could be me |
| The 'Dat-father, know me, understand me |
| Demand me fo' retail |
| And help a get a sale |
| The Book of X, third chapter, first verse |
| Says before I thirst I’ll burst, and that’ll be worse |
| My emotions range from lust to hate |
| I’m fragile right now, that’s why I made y’all wait |
| But when I’m ready let y’all, I’ma give y’all the date |
| But a gets speedier when I grab off the plate |
| I coulda hit you with a pistolwhip or shot you with a needle |
| Aim for your heart through your ears until I see you |
| It’s the, D as in Dinco like, D as in Dinc so |
| It’s me, Sadat X and the one Chris Lowe |
| Doin the math from 2 AM to 2 in the aft' |
| So many could be in the game but be an |
| Perpetual jetstreams from links (?) |
| I lock on my teams like Fred (?) |
| Remember my face in the dark as well as the light |
| It shines on ya sons and moonlights ya wife |
| See the next night in the bedpiece there’s a moment of silence |
| Right before she says she’s been raped by my comments |
| My dominance develops, swellin in ya melon |
| You just can’t elope in the court, where I’m the felon |
| As big as the next two scoops to raise-on |
| Flipped it from beneath all the boards I played on |