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Three-Oh |
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[x12] |
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I'm 'a hit you from the back |
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I'm not comming to your party |
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Shake it, shake it, shake it like you- |
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Get your hands up |
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Take-take that |
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Mother fucker fake rap |
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I'm 'a hit you from the back |
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Chokechain |
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I'm hot baby you're not |
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Poisonous pill |
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Punk-punk-punk-pu-punk-punk bitch |
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Colorado |
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(Day One) A chaple and glistening |
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(Day Three) The sun is shining on a perfect beach |
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(Day Six) A train that isn't whistling |
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(Day Ten) and I don't want to see you off again |
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We know the most crunk |
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Indie city choking chimeny-sweeper, |
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Turn up your radio |
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the song we play will blow the speakers |
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don't stop whistlin' |
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to let them know what they've been missing |
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turn the jukebox on |
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the song we play will blow the system |
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(Day One) A chaple and glistening |
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(Day Three) The sun is shining on a perfect beach |
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(Day Six) A train that isn't whistlin |
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(Day Ten) and I don't want to see you off again |
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We know the most crunk |
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Indie city choking chimeny-sweeper, |
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Turn up your radio |
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the song we play will blow the speakers |
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don't stop whistlin' |
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to let them know what they've been missing |
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turn the jukebox on |
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the song we play will blow the system |
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We know the most crunk |
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Indie city choking chimeny-sweeper, |
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Turn up your radio |
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the song we play will blow the speakers |
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don't stop whistlin' |
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to let them know what they've been missing |
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turn your jukebox up |
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the song we play will blow the system |
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no ones been, no ones been |
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the cherry in that eye |
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and it's burning under my skin |
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carrying, carrying |
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the lady back to work |
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but that should be the first thing |
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no ones been, no ones been |
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the carpenter i've been |
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building you this cabinet |
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burying burying |
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those heroes as they're gasping |
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but that should be the last thing |