Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My 3 Sons, artist - Chris Rivers. Date of issue: 11.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My 3 Sons |
| Ain’t rockin' Moccasins |
| Hoppin' in lava Timbs just to stomp you in |
| Hotter than the round their house with no oxygen |
| Clockin' in, pocketin' knowledge and all the complements |
| Pay homage to the gods like 'Pac, Nas and the god Rakim |
| The list goes on but it’s hard to say top five |
| So you tryna stay humble but you realize your time’s arrived |
| The clock decides, hip hop’s been the prophet of finest rhymes |
| For many lines, and now if I said to me Chris is mine |
| You can’t rewind, yeah the future is here now |
| Once feared now I’m revered for this near perfect and clear sound |
| That’s pretty vain |
| I’m not cocky just feel the pain of a thousand whack rappers |
| Everyday of this game contagious just lay the lames |
| Yeah, hell suffer of my mighty rap |
| These line’ll let you fight with the Aftermath of the lightin' flashy’s cutting |
| glass |
| Comparin' my silent and devils to dragon God of rap |
| Like Tom I’ll be here forever |
| «MC's in this place to be» |
| «Burnin', burnin' hot!» |
| «The Tyson of sound, it’s twenty seconds to a round» |
| «MC's in this place to be» |
| «Burnin', burnin' hot!» |
| «The Tyson of sound, it’s twenty seconds to a round» |
| Well it seems to be hard for you niggas |
| It’s those three sons killin' off all your wishes |
| Young Dirty and Chris Rivers, just know I’m rockin' with you |
| E3, it’s that hard hittin' Compton nigga |
| Keep your eyes open, hand on the prize |
| E3, I’m on the hunt and on the rise |
| Grown man, I’m out to get it but don’t be surprised |
| If our pops was here we’ll be on, but some don’t realize |
| OG kush do wonders, it enhance my sight |
| My eyes on the money green instead of white |
| Got to get it while the time is right |
| And if you go against the grain then you die tonight |
| And there ain’t no escapin', there ain’t no hidin' |
| Why must he be a violent? |
| He’s so violent |
| Put pressure on the pistol, if you jump niggas try |
| I ain’t lie, we are no real gangstas move in silence |
| Straight |
| The best rapper just arrived |
| Here’s advice and it’ll legitimize your eyes |
| I got a hundred notepads, no lie |
| Mic check one, two, one, three (Young Dirty Bastard) |
| I’m the rapper that’d make a Christian’s head spin |
| Don’t need the devil to perform excellent |
| I reverse the AIDS virus with this medicine |
| Scientists creatin' false accusations, false evidence |
| I am the truth, dun-dun-der-dun! |
| I am the truth, the X marks the booth |
| I piss on a mic, the next rapper up |
| Lil' Wayne kisses the mic |
| I guess you’re not tongue kissin' Baby tonight |
| These rappers pay for fuckin' radio spots |
| Here’s a free listen, nigga I come and never stop |
| These unsung artists are undeveloped sperm out my cock |
| I’ll abort your ass nigga |
| I’ll abort your ass, real fast |
| Young Dirty Bastard! |