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  • Текст песни 3rd Bass - The Cactus

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    Verse 1
    3rd bass deals with the first place
    of where your mind is
    the kind of stuff that you want to smoke blunts with
    take pictures, like allen funt would.
    snapshots get the crack hot
    good to get it, but don't sweat it
    cause if you pursue she'll chalk the cue
    and boom, stroke the 8 ball
    stick and run and were having fun
    prickin my cactus like I'm shooting my gun
    quickly til it explodes and I unload
    the cactus

    Verse 2
    I stand for lust of quenchin,
    G sit on cactus and rotate
    enough time to clock a digit
    ass so large it won't quit
    so I step to kick to
    the oval office in my intro
    throwin low bass to the third line
    a girl on mines a prop
    so I found loops to hold
    and then a boomin butt to go
    to go lo solo readily
    it's the cactus behind door 3

    Verse 3
    The smart villain, chillin like Gilligan
    out on an island
    fishin with my string and bamboo
    caught somethin in a see thru nighty
    might be a little tasty A 300 pound white girl
    no on to see this, boom I dropped my fluid like a chemist
    shes contained and I'm a lame brain
    but doing the wild thing
    kicked the fat thing off of my swing
    larger than Jim Backus it's the cactus

    Verse 4
    No boots your money spent
    last call for toxicants
    one move to reach a throttle
    eyesight is through a goggle
    I trips to the hype type
    good looking in the dark light
    it's appetizing to conversate
    to a fossil pushing 58
    all bags and her butt sags
    in the desert no price tag
    a household tool and a stank ho
    the cactus turned Hammers mother out

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