3 Days Later
Smoothed out without the R&B
(Mercy) Come on!
(Mercy) Come on y'all!
(Mercy) Come on!
There's no R&B in this song
Now come along fly children come along
Come along fly children come along
Come along fly children come along
There's no R&B in this song
Pushed up a dame by the name of Crystal
Her flaunt's to the point just like a missile
A habit with ears kiddin' with gold mags
And since she fancies facial hair she asked my name
(Hey baby what's your name?)
Now ever so fab I said I'm wala
Miss Wild who used to run tough with Koala
She was a winner of my metaphor and she knew that
I said "I'm gonna feed your mouth," she said "You do that"
Now Crystal stops the jeep I think I'm mad fly
She used to have a man wit lots of mad signs
Her strut was guaranteed to make a gay smile
And in bed she had proved to be real agile
I show her to her lounge and I dined her
Then she gave me some digits where I could find her
I licked her like a stamp
Laid and sticked her like a champ
But the... um she gave me burn
I had to go see the doctor
(3 days later) Skeezer, skeezer, skeezer (Uhhhh)
(3 days later) Skeezer, skeezer, skeezer (Oh yeah)
(3 days later) Skeezer, skeezer, skeezer
(3 days later) Skeezer, skeezer, skeezer
Well it was thirty after nine and I was loungin'
Tokin' on some smoke 'cause I was poundin'
I rang up seven up so we can skip to the mall
Thinkin' a good day to shop, but then we got stopped
A shooter man said "Yo well it's a stick up"
A whole lot of dirt was 'bout to kick up
I had screens in my pocket
And man, tonight's my date
With Smokey Sue, now what was I to do?
In my head I'm thinking, 'Should I dodge the bullet?'
'Man this kid is bluffin' you can pull it'
I feared the whole scene
The shooter didn't bluff
Now look at me now
He shot my ass dead
(Yeah)
You shouldn't have.
(I did, so let's get in the van)
You shouldn't have done that
(But I did, so get in the fucking van!)
(I love you Dave)
(I. I love you Dave)
(I. I love you Dave)
(I. I love you Dave)
(I. I love you Dave)
Skeezer skeezer skeezer
Skeezer skeezer skeezer
Skeezer skeezer skeezer
Skeezer skeezer skeezer!
(Mercy) Come on!
(Mercy) Come on y'all!
(Mercy) Come on!
There's no R&B in this song
Now come along fly children come along
Come along fly children come along
Come along fly children come along
There's no R&B in this song
Pushed up a dame by the name of Crystal
Her flaunt's to the point just like a missile
A habit with ears kiddin' with gold mags
And since she fancies facial hair she asked my name
(Hey baby what's your name?)
Now ever so fab I said I'm wala
Miss Wild who used to run tough with Koala
She was a winner of my metaphor and she knew that
I said "I'm gonna feed your mouth," she said "You do that"
Now Crystal stops the jeep I think I'm mad fly
She used to have a man wit lots of mad signs
Her strut was guaranteed to make a gay smile
And in bed she had proved to be real agile
I show her to her lounge and I dined her
Then she gave me some digits where I could find her
I licked her like a stamp
Laid and sticked her like a champ
But the... um she gave me burn
I had to go see the doctor
(3 days later) Skeezer, skeezer, skeezer (Uhhhh)
(3 days later) Skeezer, skeezer, skeezer (Oh yeah)
(3 days later) Skeezer, skeezer, skeezer
(3 days later) Skeezer, skeezer, skeezer
Well it was thirty after nine and I was loungin'
Tokin' on some smoke 'cause I was poundin'
I rang up seven up so we can skip to the mall
Thinkin' a good day to shop, but then we got stopped
A shooter man said "Yo well it's a stick up"
A whole lot of dirt was 'bout to kick up
I had screens in my pocket
And man, tonight's my date
With Smokey Sue, now what was I to do?
In my head I'm thinking, 'Should I dodge the bullet?'
'Man this kid is bluffin' you can pull it'
I feared the whole scene
The shooter didn't bluff
Now look at me now
He shot my ass dead
(Yeah)
You shouldn't have.
(I did, so let's get in the van)
You shouldn't have done that
(But I did, so get in the fucking van!)
(I love you Dave)
(I. I love you Dave)
(I. I love you Dave)
(I. I love you Dave)
(I. I love you Dave)
Skeezer skeezer skeezer
Skeezer skeezer skeezer
Skeezer skeezer skeezer
Skeezer skeezer skeezer!
Credits
Writer(s): Paul E. Huston, Vincent L. Mason, Kelvin Mercer, Lou Donaldson, David Jolicoeur, T. George, Arthur Snyder
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Other Album Tracks
- Intro (Buhloone Mindstate)
- Eye Patch
- En Focus (feat. Shortie No Mass & Dres)
- Patti Dooke (feat. Guru, Maceo Parker, Fred Wesley & Pee Wee Ellis)
- I Be Blowin' (feat. Maceo Parker)
- Long Island Wildin' (feat. Scha Dara Parr & Takagi Kan) [Skit]
- Ego Trippin', Pt. 2 (feat. Shortie No Mass)
- Paul's Revenge (Skit)
- 3 Days Later
- Area
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