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From The Three Amigos

comin up shorter than five danny devitos I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than fritos With five strippers, four wives and three amigos I go scuba divin

a dancer, plus he wasn't handsome Comin like Mel Gibson like I had his girl from ransom Pedro wanna go outside Yo amigo, tranquilo, slide [Chorus] [Verse Three: Will Smith] Now rule number three

Hill God Shit is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God With the crew from off the Hill We's beez the three amigos, skates with nickel plates Under the seat

smoke Chokin' on a cigarette you don't even smoke Jumped in the train station put in a token Coulda been my partner, my amigo, my peer Just waitin' for them three

, but B.Y.O.B. Bring your own beer ese, and bring some for me Don't forget about my primos, cause they all drink too Don't forget mi's amigos, hey what

Tommy Ask you if you seen mommy And she three feet behind me Why my whole life is like the repeat of Gandhi Me and G O D, from C O C Like got dough C

in face down in front of Gold Now, three kings come to Clubs command But the angels from the sky did ride Three kings up on the streets of Gold Three

This is a song About best friends John Roy Was a boy I knew Since he was three And I was two Grew up two little houses Down from me The only two bad

comin' up shorter than five Danny DeVitos I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos With five strippers, four wives and three amigos I go scuba