Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 3 N’ The Mornin’, artist - DJ Screw. Date of issue: 25.03.2004
Song language: English
3 N’ The Mornin’ |
| I’m draped up and dripped out |
| Know what I’m talkin''bout |
| Three in the mornin, gettin’the gat out the stash spot |
| Fire up a fat sweet |
| Turnin’on the bulb light |
| Hand on the wood grain |
| Ass on the tight white |
| I’m showin’naked ass in the great state of Texas |
| Home of the playas, so there’ll never be no flexin' |
| So long we’ve been waitin' |
| Never ever hatin' |
| In Houston they Elbows, In Cali they Daytons |
| So 1996 you hoes better duck |
| Because the world gone drip candy and be all Screwed Up Just pop in your breaker set |
| Turn up your fuckin’deck |
| Lend me your ear because the SOUTHSIDE finna wreck |
| Down here we smoke tree |
| Then let the world see true hidden talent like Screw and Lil Keke |
| Ain’t no love for hatas and you busted big suckas |
| On the south side we stay paid MuthaFucka! |
| (Pocket Full of Stones -by UGK is in the background mix) |
| «I got a pocket fulla stones» |
| (DJ Screw) |
| Lil Keke gone and tell 'em what time it is… |
| (lil Keke) |
| It time to lay 'em down like a fresh set of dominoes |
| For all the playas, all the pimps, all the bitches, and all the hoes |
| Who’s the man, who’s mouse |
| Who’s the nigga that’s payin’the cost |
| I really don’t give a damn cause I ain’t the one that’s gonna take the |
| loss |
| Grippin a grand up in the slant workin’the wood |
| It’s understood, doin’these shows, wear these clothes, pullin’these |
| hoes, |
| and slammin’these doors |
| Who in the the hell was able to tell the southside they had to chill |
| From hittin’these boulevards with belts and buckles and workin the |
| grill |
| I’m smokin that skunk and poppin’the trunk and pulling off candy red |
| I ain’t no punk, not givin’a fuck and able to turn a head |
| Somethin’serious when I let go cause I got a way with words |
| By takin’a noun a change it around to take the place of verbs |
| My lyrics go together like a pair of socks and shoes |
| My flow is slow because it’s bolted down by DJ Screw |
| Take it from me, the nigga Lil Key, the H- The A- the R- D Menace to society |
| Born and raised to be a G Two or three songs I won’t pospone |
| Cause these lyrics comin’the very top of my dome |
| So many ways it pays |
| For you to flip the script |
| That if you take a toke I promise that you’ll be spung |
| Jackers and hustlers, players and macks |
| Slamin’doors to Cadillacs |
| Serve codine that makes you lean and killer sweets rolled by the |
| stacks |
| Never gonna bow down because I’m so able to win |
| All around town just because Lil Keke pimps that pen |