Letras:
3 Below

:] 32 degrees below zero You're like 31 flavors you're oh so cold Feels like 30 straight days of falling snow I'm so cold and alone, alone You're like 32 degrees below

: Your relation to me Feeds my empty existence I guess I choose what to see Because I'm feeling resistance So turn the lights on below The time we have

makes me ready for action. Break it down to a fraction, I'm doing decimal subtraction to find a reaction. This is for the C-O, 3-0-3, my people We've

be wild, smokin drowsy) Fuckin up my economics, is it rather ironic Sippin gin, juice and tonic Like Shawn Kemp with some hemp, super sound and sonic Baby, above your head, below

ready to die, tell me why you choose to tell me in my, Face, 'fore you already dry up at that fire, (?) look in my eye, Have your spirit below me or

me, we run this rap shit, fo sheezy Make makin' millions look easy Everywhere you turn you see me, you hear me Believe me, before you see my pistol in 3

turn out this way, down below) I was a ghost. What did you expect? (It was never enough, it was never enough, it was never enough, now was it?) [x3] Down below

Ohhh another four letter word Oooooh 2 Oooooh, oooooh, ooh, ooh, oooooooh Oooooh, oooooh, ooh, ooh, oooooooh Staring out my window Look down at the street below

gonna kiss, kiss, kiss your lips The ones below your hips, hips, hips, hips, hips I'll go below the sheets to satisfy you And you're gonna moan for me in ecstasy [Repeat 3