מילים לשיר 3 Card Molly – Xzibit

Ras Kass)
What, yeah, yeah
Black John McClane, Harold the Menace, and the Waterproof
Golden State Warriors.
with my nigga Bud'da, on the track
Eatin every rapper on the plate
Huh, feel me I got threeon section eight, with multiple oneSport a Marilyn Manson tRemember the name Ras KassSmoke a beady, scrape my lungs, smoke the resin
Get to clownin y'all punk bitches, cause I'm a Mac, like Ronald
I make Mac make money, and mack murder wack rappers
My Makaveli verse Bomb First, the MacGot soWhen I get at cha, the situation tenses
Fatality before you ever reach your senses
If you lookin for sympathy, you better look
like my name was Al Fayed so you die, like that white princess
between R and T, in the fucking dictionary
Whip a Benz and leave it to your next of kin
See the object of the game is to win, stack some ends, sippin Henn' (RK) Pick a card any card, I bet you can't pull it
(GS) Golden State, number one with a bullet
(XZ) It's three card molly
(RK) Will they ever stop?
(XZ) Probably not
(SN) Pull your spine through your mouth and watch your body drop (Saafir the Saucee Nomad)
The unA doctor, with a lot of patients patience
And perseverance that sails sales like a clearance, I'm bilingual
Fly like a flamingo, I'm a pitcha, everything I freak
I eat like Al Pacino, you don't like me baby
You ain't happy, you need some Ecstasy
Now you in my properties, but you have to pay my equity
like the Qu'ran, fuse hot, fluid with flavor like buillion cube
For the lowest point in my character
Been this way since I was fourteen
I'll reach the highest place in the house when I rock
Rippin up tracks like immigrant Chinese, peep the game I lay
And like this I been runnin shit without the use of Sportscreme
Never write rhymes with slim fingertips
I'm grim, I brim over my brow when I rip
Each syllable you choose to use is light as a flower
Keep tryin to go gold but all you're gettin is a golden shower (Xzibit)
Keep bustin about where you rest, and what you own, and what you drive
Look, now if it wasn't for the West
So the day some niggaz come for you I'm really not surprised
These rap niggaz wouldn't need a vest around they chest
Mr. Black Bruce Willis, please don't kill us
I show mercy like Kevorkian, like a scorpion
We sting you from behind and put it in you, so meet me at the venue
Put you on the spot to put you on the menu
Fricaseed emcee, we be the ones that keep the pussy hot
Xzibit livin life, like a bull inside a china shop
Strippin everything, see you ain't even got a dime to drop
Go ahead and call the cops, you ain't said nathin
Jerry Springto the parkin lot, niggaz ain't ready for all this heat we got
Picture yourself crushin Xzibit with your tough talk
That's like Christopher Reeves doing the crip walk.