Three-oh, three-oh, Three-oh, three-oh, Three-oh, three-oh, Three-oh, three-oh,
I'm 'a hit you the back I'm not coming to your Shake it, shake it, shake it like Get hands up that
Mother fucker rap I'm 'a hit you the back Choke I'm hot baby not poisonous pill bitch
(Day one) A chapel and (Day three) The sun is on a perfect beach (Day six) A train that whistling (Day ten) And I don't to see you off again
We know the crunk city choking chimeny-sweeper Turn up your The song we will blow the speakers
Don't stop To let them know what they've missing the jukebox on The song we play will the system
(Day one) A and glistening (Day three) The sun is shining on a perfect (Day six) A train isn't whistlin' (Day ten) And I want to see you off again
We know the most Indie city chimeny-sweeper Turn up your The song we will blow the speakers
stop whistlin' To let them What they've been Turn the on The song we will blow the system
We know the most Indie city chimeny-sweeper up your radio The song we play blow the speakers
Don't stop To let them they've been missing Turn jukebox up The song we play will the system
No been, no ones been The in that eye And burning under my skin Carrying, The back to work
But that should be the first No ones been, no ones The carpenter been Building you this
Burying heroes as they're gasping But that should be the last