Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Three Greats, artist - Reef The Lost Cauze. Album song Fight Music, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.11.2018
Record label: Stuart Hudgins
Song language: English
Three Greats |
| Kool G. Rap |
| R.A. |
| The Rugged Man |
| Lost Cauze |
| (Brothers try their best, they ain’t even half as nice) |
| KGR, never but live though |
| You guys know I’m a in the sideshow |
| Slide polar fly ho |
| Paparazzi lights on him, lookin' like the five-o |
| Put it down, believe me |
| Live as a bull power of |
| down to the grain |
| wait like I’m trigger with a four pound on the |
| And you rain when the bread appear |
| You know I’m getting cheddar here |
| Left to throw it up and make a bitch feel like Fred Astaire |
| Bo Jack' Nike with both wrists icy |
| Platinum on a black on a white tee |
| with double action Rugers |
| A real pimp mack on a bad bitch with moolah |
| Beaches of Aruba, quick style in the cooler |
| Cigar from Cuba, |
| Leave you hangin' like Omar Suarez you loser |
| I’ve been movin' with a muthafuckin' remover, huh |
| Corona, Queens be the turf I claim |
| Got my hands covered in dirt, nigga what |
| Kool G. Rap |
| R.A. |
| The Rugged Man |
| Lost Cauze |
| (Brothers try their best, they ain’t even half as nice) |
| Any nigga front, best believe the clip will dump |
| Left him sittin' slump on 5th and Shrunk in a Lincoln trunk |
| Lift a pump like a gas attendant, blast your children |
| All we after in this game of life is cash and pendents |
| Diamond encrusted, yellow rubies look like ice and mustard |
| Pussies get their hymens busted if they ever try and fuck with |
| The embodiment of highly sick |
| Kung fu niggas wanna karate kick and end up shot to shit |
| Coppin' bricks you ain’t never did |
| Never lived in the slums, Feds run into your residence |
| Never sit with your back turned feel the gat spurn in your sternum |
| We earnin' nigga, where ever crack burn |
| Dim lit alley, flip 10,000 |
| Rob all your cash houses and then hit Cali |
| Yo my man in Fresno pull strings like Geppetto |
| Kool G and Cauze rockin' the ghetto like heavy metal motherfucker |
| Lost Cauze, Rugged Man, truly we rebels |
| Me and my crew, we hard rocks, you and your boys is Fruity Pebbles |
| Thinkin' you nicer, you must be smokin' like Marion Berry |
| And his crow bar carryin', barbarian, married to the mic |
| Mass murderin' like Dirty Harry and I’ll cut you out like Caesarian |
| Went independent at the time of Pataki and Giuliani |
| And I’ll bury you back in the backyard I’m that hard |
| You lack God, makin' soap bars out of you like pig fat lard |
| I’ve been savaging emcees since I was a fat kid on the playground |
| Wearin' the tough skin jeans with the fuckin' patches in the knees |
| I’ve been sittin' in the room watchin' porn with sick thoughts |
| Thinkin' I was born with sportin' horns and pitch forks |
| Piss poor packin' a pistol I’m pissed off |
| Thinkin' I’m soft, you got it backwards like the pants on Kris Kross |
| Trendy hipster rappin' mall rats |
| I’m in the big league you playin' hardball with wiffle ball bats |
| Amazin' when I’m rhymin', you cake you plagiarizing you fake |
| It’s a blatant disguise and labels got you slavin' like Miss Daisy Drivin' |
| And any time the beat breaks I eat snakes like cheese cakes |
| The Kool genius, Reef, Rugged, one track three greats |