Marilyn Rylander - The 3rd Wish lyrics

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Marilyn Rylander - The 3rd Wish lyrics

[South Park Mexican] Yeah yeah Genie (Verse 1) Another Deadly ceremony In a sacred territory It was all done, for the glory You b**hes ain't got nothin' for me O.G From the H-I-Double L, W Double O-D Live the life Of the lonely Movin' white ponies Still puttin' in work for the dead homies Show me a way out Stayin' ready for anything under the sun Under the moon Under the stars God, I'm lookin' for somewhere to run Dumpin' my gun As soon as I'm done Leavin' 'em numb, with one in his lung Livin' fast and dyin' young Always business, never for fun Chorus: Marilyn Rylander Tell me what it is Tell me what you want For your third wish This is your last wish Tell me what it is Tell me what you need For your third wish This is your last wish (Verse 2) Bustin' our teflon, at the red dawn I ain't f**in' with nothin' that stepped on The purest I'm the surest Playin' a tourist, walkin' through Saigon Been a hustler servin' up big bricks And livin' my life to hit licks Trip on a G, like me and see Them beads of banana clips, trick My stamina cannot be duplicated Bite on the dust You get faded So many wannabe criminals up in the Game of the drug related Open up Open up new Dope Houses Turning you men into mouses Saggin' my burgundy trousers Just letting you know how the south is Repeat Chorus {*phone rings*} [SPM] Dope House Records [Grimm] Say man, Los Man, it ain't go right, man, I'm a tell you man, Lil' Drug's dead, man [SPM] What? [Grimm] Yeah, he's dead man (Yeah, he's dead, yeah, he's dead, he's dead, dead, dead) And I got big John with me, man He got hit bad on the side It don't look good, bro, it don't look good, he's bleeding bad We can't go to the hospital, man, nah, we ain't goin' to the hospital, man [SPM] Yo [Grimm] We gotta go straight to the Dope House Call Doc Tell him we need him [SPM] Alright, my n***a, are you sure about Lil' Drugs? [Grimm] I'm sure, man He's gone, baby, he's gone We gotta get these motherf**ers [SPM] Alright, hurry up Okay This is it I've wished for money And I've wished for fame But what good is it If I'm still stuck in this game So For my third wish I just wish for all this sh** to stop Just please make it stop [Marilyn Rylander] Tell me what you want For your third wish [Verse 3: South Park Mexican] I'm back once again for revenge In an all black bulletproof Benz How will I get 'em, it just depends Hook his a** up with all his dead friends Here ye, here ye Sincerely Why so many haters fear me Dearly departed Y'all started some sh** And struck, but couldn't come near me We're the odyssey Young prodigy Runnin' the top notch properties Where snitches get shot in they arteries But gettin' nobody's apologies, follow me How do we master the first jack Since the day I was born, I was cursed black H-Town's where I'm doin' my dirt at Robbin' you hoes on horseback, all that Repeat Chorus

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