you I said it If I could only get your love back Sugar I tell ya, if I could only get your love back Baby oh, If I could only get your love back I'll
Traduction: Les trois degrés. Get Your Love Retour.
'll take your hype man and beat him with the mic stand You're like, "Damn! I better get a resource" I'll overpower three-fourths of your police force
Oscar De La Hoya baby Spanish flying in your love, Boing Bouncing off of my pogo stick your cotton candy gummy bears I can't get enough of it, Boing Your
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled Get your ass up, and let's get ill That's right y'all, we more than rough, we callin your bluff And
cause they're short term Tallyin the score I'm for the shottie in the jacket For the brother he's a nigga when he packs it So get your butt out the sling
one more day that's unate (check it) It's 90 degrees no enemies in sight Even the Don gotta fall to his knees every night [chorus] Can I get 24 more hours (can I get get
it in the video, bitch, I can drive it home Tight as a Corleone You got to get your own, baby get on, now [Chorus] [Ice Cube] Get your ass up and go
the way you become a storyteller, Throwing dirt to my name, I get no credit, Now your friends and family think I'm pathetic, pathetic, pathetic... Three hundred and sixty degree, My life has turned, It's back
Got these slim pickins on my Charles Dickens, I pack a mac to make your back stiffen, flip the script I act different The eyeball, keep your distance,
She's my maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahhhhhhhhhh "i hate you mother! Leave me aloooooooooooone!!" "i love you mommy I love you mommy I love you mommy I love you mommy" (crying) "i want a suicide pill. Get
Verse Two:] got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got their cups, but they ain't chipped in types of things, happens all the time You got to get yours before I gotta get
gin Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in Now this types of shit, happens all the time You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine Everything
to def People to the right need to clean your breath Bigger than my butt, pulled out some cheese We the best on the scene since the three degrees Aachoo
we approachin the final hour You know I ahh all I can say to my brothers and sisters right now Is stay close to your families, and all your loved ones
pressuring my Locs, trying to get them to testify Snitching ain't no joke, it's hazardous to your health When you point one finger at me, you're pointing three back
come and get it You with it im with it I'm busy baby you fuckin with it Is it your place or mind Dont wanna waste your time And you can get it how you
Leave me alone I ain't fucking with nobody Keep fucking with me you gon' turn me back to booboo Had me casing out your crib tryna pop your fucking noodles