3rd Bass Lyrics

3rd Bass Lyrics

"Pop Goes the Weasel Lyrics"

No Expectations (Rolling Stones cover with Mick Jagger) Lyrics
(Mick Jagger) Take me to the station, And put me on a train I've got no expectations, To pass through here again (Lenny Kravitz) Once I was a rich man, And now I am so poor But never in my sweet short life Have I felt so like this before (Mick Jagger) Your heart is like a diamond, You throw your pearls at swine And as I watch you leaving me, You pack my peace of mi

Antoine, Antoine's got something here
Ro-roll that window
We have to turn around because I want to shoot you
Park the limousine, in front of the swamp
Then I want to shoot you dauncing on the limousine
with the swamp in the background
It looks like you're in the jungle, okay?

Let's all sing, Pop Goes the Weasel!

[Pete Nice]
Pop goes the, pop goes the windin of the weasel
I see the empty pocket needs a refill

[MC Serch]
I got a squad with a list of complainers
I should have started RAPE:
Rappers Against Phony Entertainers
So we can make it known that we won't get swayed
It's ninety-one son, so somethin's gotta change

[Pete Nice]
Gettin paid to peddle sneakers and soda pop (pop pop pop)
Pop goes the weasel as drawers drop (drop drop dop)
Why not take your to
I Don't Want You Around Me Anymore Lyrics
Writers Dolly Parton, Bill Owens Copyright 1967 You think you're so smart you think I should throw my heart Down at your feet every time that you walk by But I I've got news for you cause I don't care for you And I don't care honey if you love me or not If you were half as smart as you think you are The world would be a standin' at your door But I I won't be there cause I no longer care An
p ten pop hit
fix the music and make senseless ryhmes fit

[MC Serch]
I guess it's the fact that you can't be artistic
Intricate raps, becomin so simplistic
I gotta strong mind it doesn't have to be spoon-fed
And I can read what doesn't have to be read

[Pete Nice]
So some stay illiterate and feeble, legally licked
You go the ways of the weasel (the weasel)

Chorus: 3rd Bass (repeat 2X)

Pop Pop goes the weasel, the weasel *3X*
Pop goes the weasel, 'cuz the weasel goes pop

[MC Serch]
Hip-hop, got turned into hit pop
the second a record was number one on the pop charts
For those that get on heart that gotta in the ghetto
Let no one forget about the hard part
Now in ninety-one we got a new brand, a new band
lookin like the same old Klan
Same old theives that skeez so
Only You Lyrics
(Johanna Pigott and Todd Hunter) I've been through ups and downs I haven't known which way to turn And when I wander through this town I only think of you Chorus: Only you, can take my bad heart and make it good Only you, can take my crooked path and make it new On the day that I was born The cards were dealt, the dice were thrown I think my destiny was drawn I can only b
we gotta make sure
that real rap has got to endure

[Pete Nice]
Why score all my points in one peroid
Appearin in complex structure like a pyramid
The paper for the media presence
Ya learn lesson from the face of false legend
Stop vexin on the skills, ya ain't originate
The thin ice you skate upon will break and set ya straight
Ate up on the plate, now who's diesel
Not the weasel, not the weasel, pop goes the weasel

Chorus

[Serch] Ya stole somebody's record then ya looped it, ya looped it
[Pete] Ya boosted the record then ya looped it, ya looped it
[Serch] Aiyyo, I came from Cali, and they hooped it, they hooped it
[Pete] But now you're getting sued kinda stoopid

[MC Serch]
Boosted tracks get slaps, ya got no haps
to reach all four corners of the map
For kids in Kansas.
FOOLISH LULLABY Lyrics
You always run to me whenever he leaves you We trade philosophy but nothing can free you Too many poisoned arrows hit The heart you try to hide Can't we say goodbye to this foolish lullaby You still you talk as if He didn't hurt you But I see what he did And you see the virtue And you refuse to hear the words And lie behind your eyes Can't you say goodbye to this foolish lull
. to those who speak Spanish
Doin crazy damage so the wack gets banished
Can't manage the truth until you buy a way
Ya ain't quick so ya switch off the exit from my highway
to rest but a crook, had to take a second look
Ever heard of a chef who can't cook?
But the Minister Prime can lay laws
Hey yo, Pete Nice, rip the mic and go for yours

[Pete Nice]
Goes for mine, I goes for mine
Find the Prime won't eat the green eggs and swine
On line like the Serch, in the hoody with the woody
Get a disc or tape, at Sam Goody
Why'd ya run through the doors some left open?
Ropin off the scenes of the crime smokin
I got pub and I'ma nut like a SCUD see
Blowin up, like I'm throwin up a beef patty
Sell-outs run a bout like the measles
No cures, cause pop goes the weasels

Chorus 2X


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