Two or three, hits of thc, yeah it fits for me.
It ain't personalstrictly business, baby
You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three
And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree
U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!
Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids
It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet
It's only one round, two or three i don't need it
Maybe i can help u a lil with a dollar three or two
Cause i can always see the farthest stars when i'm on you
One two three to late now your gone busted nose
Body doze, who ? give em karate blows
One two three, what could it be
I swear they think i'm crazy
Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic
You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick
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