He fell in love in grade three It's a kind of love most people can't see It was so real, it's hard to believe His family moved around so much A migrant
up on the three way Givin' my girl the whole replay Has it happened to you, has it happened to you? She'd seen me Called me up on the three way Givin
Yes this is the year To make your decision You gotta get it together Yes this is the year To open up your mind If you've been holding back kind of slack
Precious moments When will I see you again? When will we share precious moments? Will I have to wait forever? Will I have to suffer and cry the whole
Hooh-hooh , hooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, hooh, hooh, hooh Take good care of yourself Take good care of yourself I worry 'bout you, when you're go-one When you leave
Dirty You're a dirty ol' man You can't keep your hands to yourself You're a dirty ol' man Go mess around with somebody else Now I've done told you That
Love is, love is the message that I sing to you Love is the message that I bring to you Love is the message for a song Love is the message Love, love
I know I was wrong by leaving you by yourself I say something got a hold on me and I lost control Now I know where I belong and I wanna come back home
to three i'll ruin all your fun count to three and then you better run count to three i've had it up to here count to three i'm gonna count to one two three
down And one way or another everybody fucked around Whether hardcore or not you wore the right color or your ass got shot That's how I'm livin' I did three
holmes gotta look like he just stepped out a magazine homie. I'm talkin bout these hoes gone be something serious. (verse 1) Im a top notch nigga i do grade
what I serve, I don't be on no curb She ain't no junkie neither, I ain't no dope dealer But she keep comin back three stacks must be some crack Put that
size up there?) And we'll sell 'em all factory-direct to you (Is my size up there?) Well, I never made it past the second grade It took all of my life
Didn't blindfold me to the world we was livin' in Taught me how to save my little dividends So when I graduated I'd have a little school money But in the sixth grade
his job Seventh grade; failing, and I don't know my next of kin These days in these fucked up ways, who the fuck are them? My daddy had three other kids
than chemist, doctors, da lawyers, da dentist chemist da doctors da lawyers ye money together couldnt getcha 2 door Gurraro 160 drop top 120 house worth a million and three
close to feelin' like leavin' the coast too Feelin' like leavin' with somebody who? Hold you the right way while watchin' the night fade Make you feel like you right back in the ninth grade
when I'm buyin' I, the fly guy with force like luke sky Down for 8 ball see twa bitch if you fly The funkadelic been rockin' mics since the fourth grade