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Three Dog Night Your Song

a travelling show I know it's not much but it's the best I can do My gift is my song and this one's for you And you can tell everybody this is your song

Mic check, mic check One, one, two, two, three, three Too many rappers, and there's still not enough emcees It goes three, three, two, two, one, one

Short, Short, what's up man? This Captain man check this out I know you and B-Legit finna get in here And get down on this song right? But y'all can't

playing lovers' rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist He end my butt up like the Arizona summer song Finished then she whisper ?Honey, let's exchange numbers? Scene three, weeks of datin', late night

all 2X) Verse Three: Puff Daddy Put your money on the table and get your math on Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on See you later Dog,

'm the one Attempting to do some good Or do you really want a neighborhood Where people piss on your stoop every night? Bohemia, Bohemia's A fallacy in your

door Now your stuck between the stations and it seems like an eternity Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity A $50.00 fine for disturbing the peace The neck, tortoise. Your

ten fags on a daytrip to Caerphilly I'm after your heart, oh, don't you see? And your three kids doesn't bother me You know I'll give you a rose, pull out your

Yeah, this song right here is dedicated To that one special woman in my life, right My mother, Theresa Rene, sing it Ma, this song right here is for you