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3-Minute Rule lyrics
(Mike D)
I stay up all night, I go to sleep watching Dragnet
Never sleep alone because Jimmy is the magnet
I m so rope, they call me Mr. Roper
When the troubles arise, you know I m the cool coper
On the mic I score, just like the Yankees
Get over on Miss Crabtree like my main man Spanky
Excuse me young lady I don t mean to trouble ya
Ya lookin so hot inside your BMW
I got lucky, I brought home the Kitten
Before I got busy I slipped on the mitten
Can t get better odds because I m a sure thing
Proud Mary is a turning and rolling like a ring-ding
Jump the turnstiles never pay the toll
I did the doo-wah diddy and bust em with the pre roll
Customs jailed me over an herb seed
Don t rat out your boy over some rat weed
I m out of your back door, I m into another
You boyfriend doesn t know about me and your mother
Not perfect grammer, always perfect timing
The Mike stands for money and the D is for diamonds
(MCA)
Roses are red, the sky is blue
I got my barrel at cha neck so what the fuck you gonna do
It s just two wheels and me, the wind in my eyes
The engine is the music and my nine s by my side
Cuz you know Y-A-U-C-H
I m taking all MC s out in the place
Taking life as it comes, no fool am I
Going off, getting paid, and I don t ask why
Playin beats on my box, making music for the many
Know a lot of def girls that are doing their thing
A lot of parents like to think I m a villain
I m just chillin , like Bob Dylan
Yeah I smoke cheeba, it helps me with my brain
I might be a little dusted but I m not insane
People come up to me and they try to talk shit, man
I was making records when you were sucking your
mothers dick
(Ad-Rock)
Girl
You re walking tall now in your fancy clothes
You got fancy things that goin up your nose
Ya getting fancy gifts from expensive men
You re a dog on a leash like a pig in a pen
Mothership connection, getting girls affection
If your life needs correction, don t follow my direction
You got your 8x10, your agent, your Harley
You ll be driving around Hollywood, yo, sorry Charlie
Cuz I m running things like some mack motherfucker
You ll be slipping your slack in your face
cuz your a false fake sucker
You slipped your slack, you cock me and you re wack
While I m reading "On The Road" by my man Jack Kerouac
Poetry in motion, coconut lotion
Had to diss the girl because she got to emotional
Are you experienced little girl?
I want to know what goes on in your little girl world
Cuz I m on your mind, it s hard to forget me
I ll take your pride for a ride if you let me
So peace out, y all PCP, song out
Full throttle to the bottle and full full clout
And I m out
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