3rd degree The heat myestery spree Catch me when I fall some would have it said That there's no reason To be here But just love it all Night or day I
When I think about my baby I got evil on my mind When I think about that woman I got evil on my mind It brings teardrops to my eyes And sends chills all
pain If it's gonna rain down misery How come it all has to fall on me I've had my share, of love, life and money Lost all 3 ways, I'm here to tell ya
Shake your moneymaker Shake your moneymaker You got to shake your moneymaker, yeah Shake your moneymaker You got to shake your moneymaker And then I
see a thing Got me accused of petting I can't even raise my hand Bad luck Bad luck is killing me Well, I just can't stand No more of this third degree
I been to New Orleans, I sure had a wonderful time I been to New Orleans, I sure had a wonderful time I was high, high as a Georgia pine You know the
Tin Pan Alley is a dirty place The very place my baby loves to stay Tin Pan Alley blues is killin' me It's killin' me I met a women down there I really
These women loving each other You know they ain't thinkin' about no man They ain't keepin' secrets no more They playing a wide open hand I saw a little
name Bad luck Bad luck is killing me (it's killing me) Well I just can't stand No more of this third degree Can't stand of this third degree [Instrumental
ترجمة: سوف البوب أكل نفسه. 92 درجة فهرنهايت (درجة 3).
ترجمة: سوف البوب أكل نفسه. 92a0 F (الدرجة 3).
ترجمة: 3 درجة. أن الألغام.
with appetites to bite from the tree of life Smight, eadamite, sodomite, more bites, in the land of kananights Following six flame a lights, burning over 1 million degrees
a record company, liquor and clothing line Cause my weed was fresh, coke was white, dope was nine [Verse 2] BIRD CAGE! That's what it's gonna be 3rd
snap heard herb Should talk in sign language, ya'll don't deserve words I get my serve swerved, may leave 'em 1st 3rd Stop lyin' lie for what Steer a
my locs on You can't tell I'm high, you can't tell I'm high I got my locs on 'cause my eyes are burgeny And when I get home I don't want the 3rd degree The 3rd
say, I'm gon' stay with my baby Tell me why you in my B-I-Z You gon' make me get my vaseline You don't wanna catch the 3rd degree Back up I need 50
