![3 Strikes Ya' Out - King Tee](https://cdn.muztext.com/i/3284756052503925347.jpg)
Date of issue: 27.03.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: A Geffen Records Release;
Song language: English
3 Strikes Ya' Out |
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) |
Three strike you’re out they’re makin niggas 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 |
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 |
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) |
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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