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3 The Hard Way

N.W.A., The D.O.C.14 Feb 1987

3 The Hard Way Lyrics

 

 

 

3 The Hard Way (Explicit) - N.W.A./The D.O.C.

Here's a mix to make you move smooth enough to soothe

Slow and lower you can go inside a bassed up groove

So funk it

It's gotta be ain't no need to discuss it

Yo Doc

I finna kick this sh*t alright

Alright then bust it

Rhymes created by the Doc most definitely down

I could be bitten by this brother with some bad a** brown

It ain't no joke he needs some scope

'Cause his breath is cold d**e

As he talks I can smell it

And I'm seeing the smoke

That's the bad breath bandit

You know what's in store

Stay away 'cause they breath will

Knock you to the floor

That boy is rough de soda

Tough I don't understand

Tests his breath inside his palm and burned his hand

He's a tucks destroyer a Listerine killer

A cavity employer a yuck-mouth filler

Say man you b******t no that's a fact Fresh K

I wish Velamints could take his breath away

But he's always in effect smelling like dead vermin

Honking the b**ches with his firewalls burning

Winch his witch as a curl just as funky as well

I mean he has a little woman

That can match his smell yes

He has a girlfriend this is not pretend

She uses deodorant to spray for men

Scratch and sniff wallpaper all over the house

Aww sh*t Yeah boy that's what I'm talking about

They need ten bars of soap three boxes of tide

To make them presentable to go outside

Now my story is true and my opinion can did

But that is my tale of the bad breath bandit

 

But you know that ain't even half of the sh*t

Man what's up

This b**ch who stay around the way you know her K

Yeah

 

Y'all want to talk about her

Bust it

Oh kick her a** man

Let's talk about girl who's a bonafide witch

 

Name is Tammy better known as b**ch

The boys in the hood all treat her like liquor

Quick is the way they pass her

Around and then stick her

I'm not saying she minds

She's a first class skeezer

Always on the jock but only if he's uhh

Man with the money and the looks to show

So you saying she's a witch

Yeah Tammy's a material whore

You're getting laid

If you can rock a cross-fader

You got the bank to make the b**ch who'll get paid

Tagging Tammy's a process like when you use a computer

Use her and do her like they did in the old days

Shoot her

A whore and she knows it yeah the knowledge is there

So they say that she's slutty

And she tell them she don't care

But y'all I'm keeping my clear

Even though she is pretty

'Cause we only use Tammy for a guest to the city

Right on

 

But bust this

Tammy ain't the only f**Ked-up freak in the city

Well who else man

Aww come on Rock you know her now You know her

Seabiscuit breath right

Yeah that's her

 

Yo Go on Bust it homes

 

You stand around the b**ch and your nose turns white

You ever thought about what big bird's sh*t smells like

Well you take that aroma multiply it times two

And you think about Sue Sour-smelling Sue

She's a girl that has the power to kill a fresh flower

Rock smelled the whore and said

Damn that b**ch is sour

Now I don't judge

I mean that's not what I'm thinking

People do what they want

And I guess she like stinking

But whatever the deal

I think someone should call Guiness

'Cause this is kicking a scent

That f**Ks up K's tennis shoes

And a dress dress it fresh to impress

She really ought to be embarrassed

Because that girl is a mess

 

If you ever see her you'll duck and cover

She looks like your sister but smells

Like your brother

And since they tell me Trey honestly phrase

I let her know that she reminded me of the Gunsmoke days

But it ain't no thing if she stink she'll sing

But to me it's like she needs a little Irish Spring

You ought to know what I'm saying

I hope I made myself clear

About the three a** whores but troll I'm out of here

 

Yo yo yo these three people make me so sick that

I gotta go 1988 on it

Tammy your momma ain't got no legs be talking about

I ain't gonna stand for this Ha ha ha ha

 

Boy you sick man You sick

Yeah yeah

Yo man I gotta story from 1988

 

Check it out

Sue you got so much butter on your teeth

 

That when you brush your teeth

You have to use a butter knife

Ha ha ha ha

Get ready for the king here I come

Now check this out

 

Sour smelling Sue got so much dirt in her ear

That she can grow potatoes

Ha ha ha ha

 

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