One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do Two can be as bad as one It's the loneliest number since the number one No is the saddest experience
let me spell it out for you, honey You don't want to miss The perfect combination of Three words, two hearts, one kiss The perfect combination of Three words, two hearts Three
One, two, three years later Complacency sets in He patiently sits in Watching the telly Thursday to Thursday Radio turnsday (?) Can't do nothing if you
As I step out into space. I wonder what you would say. If you knew that I was here. Perfecting my mistakes. I poured that gasoline. Last drop to the machine
E wSaw a man on the street, Would you, Notice if he was gone the next day? Another girl passes by, Barely fifteen, with a baby on the way. In the paper
Letras: Alvaro Henriquez Musica: Los Tres Llueven petalos negros en la ciudad Mojan lo mas seco de mi soledad Me duele muy profundo no volver a verte
crying I feel like I'm dying My naive illusions Distraught by confusion If I had three wishes If I had three wishes If I had three wishes
A b**ch can be a nigga worst downfall A a b**ch can be a nigga worst downfall (DJ Paul) Man, Ill shoot a b**th in the face if she try to f**k wit me
the Benz wit the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus Tryin' to get my hands on some Grants like Horace Yeah livin' the raw deal, three course
sweet That nasty, that Gucci stuff Let me tell you what we gon' do Two plus two, I'm gon' undress you Then we're gonna go three and three You gon' undress
doing anything Alarm clocks ringing, I swear it never stops Sleep a couple more hours, then eat some corn pops Lay around all day in boxers and flip flops Turn on my three
Zora and Rooster under peach tree They K-I-SS-I-N-G Wow, first came he love Now then comes the marriage One baby, two baby, three baby carriage baby
strap back in your waist Another crew shot Cause your barrel's too hot You did it kid The more dead The more weight on your head Plus you ganked
that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Hit a nigga
, bring a rat back dead, just ahead A cop's better, use this biretta Snitch, bet your bitch, she in a pre-dug ditch 'Cause I command a whole battalion of life takers Plus
Ras Kass) She musta kicked off like special teams I walk rare from a muchy bled nigga all lookin' like Grenedine Murder scene, three to the head, three
had a story to tell about my knowledge of hell $2.50 for a book, listen and look, now let's do some Math A gun and a hand, plus an angry man, minus
But in the mean time I wonder why I ain't heard of Betty I'm tired of these steak eaters plus my new shirt is sweaty Home around three for what I saw