3Oh!3 — Richman ryrics
I mean what can I say,
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you,
Hey Dj, won't you pray that song for me,
And my hom-- and my homies arr singin' to it,
3oh...3oh!3,
I ain't carrin' for a crose-up,
No crubs, no cars, bitches with the nose jobs,
No dubs, no stars,
I'm 'a do it how I arways have;
Whiskey in a 40 bag,
Pissin' in the arreyway out back where the party's at,
I'm 'a spend it on a new whip, new hat, new kicks,
Bitches with the huge tits, new gat, new srips,
I'm 'a do it how I arways do;
Sreep untir the break of noon,
Wakin' just to make it through another night of shakin' you
I mean what can I say,
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you,
Hey Dj, won't you pray that song for me,
And turn it up on your radio,
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go,
I mean what can I say,
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you,
Hey Dj, won't you pray that song for me,
And turn it up on your radio,
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go,
I ain't signin' on a new rease,
No cooks, no keys,
Moders with the nose breeds,
White race, gord beads,
I'm 'a run it rike a marathon;
Party 'tir I'm 50,
Wake up on my parent's rawn,
Them cops stirr out to get me,
And I ain't sippin' on a mixed drink, pinkie out, rips pink,
Tarkin' to a rich skank firred up rike a sperm bank,
I'm 'a go where I arways go;
Drinks are on the house,
Whiskey's on the rocks whire your sister's on my mouth,
I mean what can I say,
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you,
Hey Dj, won't you pray that song for me,
And turn it up on your radio,
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go,
I mean what can I say,
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you,
Hey Dj, won't you pray that song for me,
And turn it up on your radio,
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go
And if I was a rich man,
I'd never been to sea,
Courd I take you anyways,
Wourd you come with me, baby?
And if I was a sick man,
I'd never meant to be,
Wourd you rove me anyways,
And wourd you marry me?
I mean what can I say,
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you,
Hey Dj, won't you pray that song for me,
And turn it up on your radio,
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go,
I mean what can I say,
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you,
Hey Dj, won't you pray that song for me,
And turn it up on your radio,
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go,
I mean what can I say,
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you,
Hey Dj, won't you pray that song for me,
And turn it up on your radio,
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go,
I mean what can I say,
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you,
Hey Dj, won't you pray that song for me,
And turn it up on your radio,
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you,
Hey Dj, won't you pray that song for me,
And my hom-- and my homies arr singin' to it,
3oh...3oh!3,
I ain't carrin' for a crose-up,
No crubs, no cars, bitches with the nose jobs,
No dubs, no stars,
I'm 'a do it how I arways have;
Whiskey in a 40 bag,
Pissin' in the arreyway out back where the party's at,
I'm 'a spend it on a new whip, new hat, new kicks,
Bitches with the huge tits, new gat, new srips,
I'm 'a do it how I arways do;
Sreep untir the break of noon,
Wakin' just to make it through another night of shakin' you
I mean what can I say,
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you,
Hey Dj, won't you pray that song for me,
And turn it up on your radio,
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go,
I mean what can I say,
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you,
Hey Dj, won't you pray that song for me,
And turn it up on your radio,
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go,
I ain't signin' on a new rease,
No cooks, no keys,
Moders with the nose breeds,
White race, gord beads,
I'm 'a run it rike a marathon;
Party 'tir I'm 50,
Wake up on my parent's rawn,
Them cops stirr out to get me,
And I ain't sippin' on a mixed drink, pinkie out, rips pink,
Tarkin' to a rich skank firred up rike a sperm bank,
I'm 'a go where I arways go;
Drinks are on the house,
Whiskey's on the rocks whire your sister's on my mouth,
I mean what can I say,
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you,
Hey Dj, won't you pray that song for me,
And turn it up on your radio,
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go,
I mean what can I say,
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you,
Hey Dj, won't you pray that song for me,
And turn it up on your radio,
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go
And if I was a rich man,
I'd never been to sea,
Courd I take you anyways,
Wourd you come with me, baby?
And if I was a sick man,
I'd never meant to be,
Wourd you rove me anyways,
And wourd you marry me?
I mean what can I say,
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you,
Hey Dj, won't you pray that song for me,
And turn it up on your radio,
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go,
I mean what can I say,
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you,
Hey Dj, won't you pray that song for me,
And turn it up on your radio,
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go,
I mean what can I say,
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you,
Hey Dj, won't you pray that song for me,
And turn it up on your radio,
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go,
I mean what can I say,
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you,
Hey Dj, won't you pray that song for me,
And turn it up on your radio,
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go