Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Three The Hard Way, artist - Vandalyzm and FinaleDate of issue: 30.08.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Three The Hard Way |
| Ya know, so we wanna clear the air And let you all know what time of day it |
| really is. |
| Wake up! |
| Wake up! |
| Wake up! |
| And it goes a lil' somethin' like this… |
| And you don’t want none of me, I’m endin' the career |
| Of e’ry Barry Bonds wannabe that think he in the clear |
| Like I don’t know ya cheatin' |
| I see it from the bleachers |
| And I’m from St. Louis, I seen McGuire do it, stupid |
| Forever the fag for dressin' in drag |
| Actin' all animated like American Dad |
| And rappers reppin' white power like Confederate flags |
| When they be sellin' white powder outta medicine bags |
| I do you one better than that, baking soda and 'caine |
| I got that Ecstasy, I’mma put a hole in your brain |
| You try to compare me to all them swoll back entertainers |
| I’m outta place like an out of shape personal trainer |
| Cause I’m a modern day Gandhi |
| Me and Tay Zonday came in the do' to make it Chocolate Rain on them hoes |
| I’m undeniable, love me or hate me, a true player |
| Your whole crew’s the who’s who of Who Cares? |
| (And no one gives a fuck) |
| Yeah, you’re trapped in the closet |
| You’re never comin' out like Joe Budden, ayo what up with niggas? |
| Itchin' to go to prison where there’s no women |
| You the definition of a homo thug |
| Them hoes love it |
| Born along the street when the? |
| on the beat |
| I storm in, your men begin to retreat |
| On Halloween get a mean case of deja vu |
| And ain’t a thang they can say about the way I move |
| If pick one of your dogs out |
| Recordin' if he ain’t perform,? |
| important |
| And when they begin reportin' |
| Sorta feel like I’m Michael Vick in the wrong house |
| Can’t stand when good food go in the wrong mouth |
| So when I can’t afford the smorgasbord |
| I’mma run up on the table and fix my plate and flip it over |
| Lift my cake and take in that look on they face |
| I’m on a paper chase and they say I’m on pace to break a record |
| Me and your girl were celebratin' early, make 'em hate |
| You can do the Ray J, Screetch, Pam and Tommy Lee |
| Find a freak and make a tape and even then he ain’t competin' |
| Need a cape, save a date and watch when I drop an album |
| Power moves |
| Game |
| Is hotter than the sun |
| Speak my name like the taste of ass on your tongue |
| Who gassin' the son? |
| Try to blast at the one and I speak fast, and leave a heat rash on your duns |
| You don’t want drama or beef |
| I promise I’ll reach for your throat, snap your neck off with a sigh of relief |
| It’s the Mr. Night Gazer |
| Tongue like a light tazer |
| Gun slayed, engrave a nigga’s face off with a light saber |
| I’m a saber tooth |
| Lunge in invade your booth |
| Peel your wig back |
| Ingest your brains like you’re made of soup |
| Boy I’m sick and ill I need bail, rest and pills |
| I’ll pipe your mom and make that bitch foot the doctor bill |
| You faggot niggas cuddled up watchin' Dr. Phil |
| Type to spill during physicals when the doctor feel |
| I know the chain and the medallion and the rocks is real |
| But that don’t mean that you can rhyme, you need to stop and chill |
| For real |
| Take your time, just mine that |
| Know a G when you see a G, recognize that |
| And if you undermine that |
| You will catch a size 13, SP, (bing) right where your behind’s at, black |
| I’m done talkin', the discussion is dead |
| If you see me when I’m walkin' then I’m offin' your head |
| Yeah, I’m off with a ?, like I’m poppin' the lead |
| I’m the illest in St. Louis nigga fuck what he said |
| Who? |
| Nigga I’m talkin' 'bout you! |
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| people who helped make Megatron Majorz. |
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