(319)
‘Bout time, come in

Ow!
(319)

Take off your clothes
319
Bet U got a body, by God
Come on, let me see
U oughta

My camera’s gonna get U when U get it good and wet
U oughta let me come and pet U so it lasts, baby
319

Can I see it, baby? (Mmm) Ow!

I got a good shot, put your leg on the chair (Like that?)
U know U’re 2 hot when U play with your hair (Ha ha ha)
I like it

I just wanna holler, scream, and shout
When U let your fingers do the walkin’ in and out and all about
319

Ah hoochie, don’t do that
U.. U.. U make me wanna dance!

Now watch this

Lock the door and kill the phone
My camera, U and me alone
Will make a picture all will see and go
“Ow, 319”

Oh baby, how’d U get your legs 2 do that?
Ooh shit

(319) {repeat in BG}
319
U’re just 2 mean
319
Yeah, yeah, go on girl

Ain’t gotta tell U cuz U already know
Girl, U in the house so keep runnin’ that show
Go on girl
Yeah

Come here
Have U ever kissed another woman on the dance floor?
Come here, where U goin’?
Come here
319 (319)

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Here’s a good sport, it’s easy to play
And as good a way as any of throwing your money away
Betting offices, men only
Tobacco smoke and radio commentaries
Betting companies first past the post
They’re off to Bermuda on the money you lost
Money you lost

Entre nostalgia y nostalgia
Entre tu vida y la m?a
Entre la noche y el alba
Se van pasando los d?as.

Qui?n no recuerda esa edad
Llegados los diecis?is
Cuando queremos tener
Algunos a?os de m?s.

Y qui?n no quiere ocultar
Un poco el tiempo de ayer
Cuando se empieza a encontrar
Alguna arruga en su piel.

Treinta y tres a?os
Nada m?s son media vida
Treinta y tres a?os
Que se van con tanta prisa.

Treinta y tres a?os
De querer a quien lo pida
Treinta tres a?os
Como usted quien lo dir?a.

A veces miro hacia atr?s
Con la nostalgia que da
El recordar esa edad
Cuando se juega a ganar.

Y hoy si quiero apostar
Me toca tanto perder
Y es que el amor tiene edad
Aunque no lo quiera usted.

Treinta y tres a?os
Nada m?s son media vida
Treinta y tres a?os
Que se van con tanta prisa.

Treinta y tres a?os
De querer a quien lo pida
Treinta tres a?os
Como yo quien lo dir?a.

Mama, Papa forgive me

Out of sight, out of mind
Out of time to decide
Do we run? Should I hide
For the rest of my life

Can we fly? Do we stay?
We could lose we could fail
In the moment it takes
To make plans or mistakes

30 minutes, the blink of an eye
30 minutes to alter our lives
30 minutes to make up my mind
30 minutes to finally decide
30 minutes to whisper your name
30 minutes to shoulder the blame
30 minutes of bliss, 30 lies
30 minutes to finally decide

Carousels in the sky
That we shape with our ways
Under shade silhouettes
Casting shame
Crying rain

Can we fly do I stay
We could lose, we could fail
Either way, options change
chances fade, Trains derail.

30 minutes, the blink of the eye
30 minutes to alter our lives
30 minutes to make up my mind
30 minutes to finally decide
30 minutes to whisper your name
30 minutes to shoulder the blame
30 minutes of bliss, 30 lies
30 minutes to finally decide

To decide, to decide to decide to decide
(repeat until fade)

There’s pedal bikes and motor bikes
And now they’re riding mountain bikes
Up and down and out of town
Over, under, through, around
I ride my little bicycle, I ride it to the top
No red lights or traffic signs to tell me when to stop
There’s racing bikes and motor bikes
And now they’re riding mountain bikes
Up and down and out of town
Over, under, through, around

(Chorus)

3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door
3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door
6 million ways to die so I chose
3 2 murder 1 lyric at your door

Verse 1 (Kane)

Lyrical buckshots to gangsta hip-hop got to stop
Fuck crooked cops got this glock so try to stop
Explicit I’m on some ill shit God is my witness
Watch a nigga get killed with the quickness
Kane & Abel will leave your ass hurting with this pump
Wrap you up in a shower curtain and dump you in the trunk
?? wanna cuff me like ??
The bank robber crew come thru drunker than a motherfucker
Caine run thru in your brain watch your body drain
Cut your legs off for half-stepping in the game
I’ll snatch you, hurt you with this tech and this mac
Pumping on your chest won’t let you take another breath
Bloody murder is the issue
Watch these hot missles kiss you
Splatchering your brain tissue
Its Kane with fire I pour gas on you and lit you
I’m getting paid off the services of AK’s
I’m out here bad I know niggas who got grenades
That’s how it is in New Orleans
Niggas don’t go to school in the morning
You get popped without warning
Everybody and they mama in this fucking game
Little g’s get fronted QB’s from Ben Thomas
?? workers keep on coming up short get shot up
In the knees
my gradmama watching the news waiting to see my face
And if I catch case can cola
Cause she don’t understand slanging quarters
cause I gots to be a baller
I smoke that cess smoke
the fire getting higher cut your fingers off
And biting bitches like a vampire
Living fantasies like Mariah

(Chorus)

Verse 2 (Abel)

You was the victim of a deadly plot you got shot
You fucking blood clot your face popped
Pick up the pieces
On Kane & Abel get blow deceases
The murder rate increases
Talking all that shit couldn’t let that shit pass
Sewed up your lips put the hot curling iron up your ass
Bitch show some sense here respect
Fear of penatentiary ?? will put your clic in check
What’s this, bucking hoes in my clothes
By my Cutlass, wanna be thugs is trying to buck this
You miss, you bests to be in before your curfew
I murder you sipping brew just like my St. Ides commercial
My gangsta ass weed make your nose bleed
Smoke these damage your eyes you be standing like Chinese
MC’s take off running as I
Grab the mic sweating like Rambo machine gun
And I’m macking on your hoe macking on your little sister
When I get stressed
send both them bitches to the ?? switchers
The SKS hit ya make ya bloody crime lab pictures
Breaking niggas apart like Kevin
on the ground when I come to town
Niggas better get the fuck from around

(Chorus)

Verse 3 (Kane)

At funeral shows dead niggas got the best hoes
They shows fearing us got they face froze
I smoke a Newport sniffing embalming fluid
?? myself up to do it
And when I did it you gone get it
Sitting, gripping on my tech and it don’t sweat
I can feel the devil’s hot breath on my neck
Buck buck to your ass get you numb like Teddy Pendegrass
Fiening for quick cash, how long this shit gone last
Bucking to your chest like David Koresh
Make you stank like doo doo
And got hoes who know that voodoo
Kane & Abel is the name and now you know the pain
2 to the brain for being greedy to the fucking game

(Chorus)

if i don’t kid myself today
if i don’t care about a thing
would i be light enough to fly
and if i just rid myself
the weight of memories and doubts
would i be light enough to fly
if the world was flat would you jump off
i think i’d float down like a feather
she lights the stars in the sky
you know, angels can see them clear
through foul weather
and when the race ends
will we all fall down
safe and sound
30 days
as she wakes up
and i’m caught staring again
she asks me
“what did you dream?”
i haven’t stopped and isn’t this part of it
as we lay rivers where once were streams
and when the race ends
will we all fall down
safe and sound
if we lost our way
would we trade it now
for the way we found
the ground
and how
30 days
without the sun
30 days
just a little scared of what might become
and we’re home when we’re together
home when we’re together
we are home when we’re together
30 days

Heard that they said that it’s rainin men
But the offer that I make, it won’t be made again
You don’t have to write, you don’t have to call
It’s a one-time offer for nothing at all

And there’s no red tape, I don’t make it hard
You don’t need cash money or a Master Card
I got easy terms, and a lay-away
But I need a quick decision, and I need it today

And if you find that you don’t like my ways
Well, you can send me back in 30 days

Now have you ever seen a man with a guarantee?
Well you’re lookin at him now, cause the man is me
And if you don’t believe all the things I say
I’m certified ‘prime’ by the USDA

Now the name that I use is DJ Run
And I’m a fast-talkin slow-walkin number one
And if you don’t believe all the words I say
Then you’re a natural born fool who’s got to be that way

I got a 50 rating and a 50 share
Every minute, every hour that I’m on the air
And when I come to town, I’m on a big marquee
It says (DJ Run) and me, D.M.C.

And if you find that you don’t like my ways
Well, you can send me back in 30 days

A good job and lots of money might not be enough
And to satisfy your needs it may be rough
But I take some care and treat you nice
And if it ain’t sufficient once, I cold work it out twice

And if you find that you don’t like my ways
Well, you can send me back in 30 days

I’m gonna give you everything that you ever need
If you need a pint of blood, then I’ll even bleed
If you’re lookin for a car, I will buy you two
And if you’re lookin for a pet, I’ll buy a kangaroo

If you need a vacation, we can fly the world
And you’ll know I’ll never look at another girl
I’m a single-minded man, and my mind is set
You’re the lady of the ’80s that I’m gonna get

And if you find you don’t like my ways
Well, you can send me back in 30 days

All right, all right, all right
She called up an old friend
Talkin’ bout Black Lebanese
A dirty room and a silver Coke spoon
Give me my release… come on

Black Napolese
It got ya weak in your knees
They’re gonna seize some dust
That you got bust on
You know it’s hard to believe

30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole…ahwoo
30 days in the hole
(That’s what they give me)
30 days in the hole

New Castle Brown
I’m tellin’ ya can sure smack you down
Ya take a greasy whore in a rolling dance floor
Got your head spinnin’ round

If ya live on the road
Well, there’s a new highway code
Ya take the urban noise
And some terrible poison
Gonna lessen your load

Chorus/Breakdown/2nd verse/3rd verse repeat