Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 3 Kings, artist - Rick Ross. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
3 Kings |
| Yeah, classic hip hop shit |
| Dr D-R-E, Rozay and Jay |
| Lets get ‘em |
| We started out mopping floors |
| Now we front row at the awards |
| Number 1 for the last 20 years |
| If you real muthafucker scream cheers |
| Muthafucker scream cheers |
| And it is what it is |
| He wanted to shine at the swap meet |
| Til the white boys got him in that hot seat |
| Only love it when her hair long |
| You should listen to this beat through my headphones |
| Money long, number 1, 20 years strong |
| Fuck a gym, I am him, Andre Young |
| G5′s to '64′s, Dre got ‘em |
| If the bitch bad I got her in red bottoms |
| Great weed, nice homes, bread proper |
| Tech 9, long chamber, top shotta |
| Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter |
| Born broke, real nigga straight outta Compton |
| The fuck you magazine niggas want from me? |
| I rewrote the game nigga, now talk money |
| All black on my Al Capone shit |
| I built the house, nigga get ya own shit |
| I only love it when her hair long |
| You should listen to this beat through my headphones |
| See yall niggas |
| Hit the switches on that shit one time |
| Lay the top down |
| I came along way from the weed game |
| 20 stack seats at the Heat game |
| And I’m still strapped with the heat man |
| And we stepping' on a nigga feet mayne |
| 8 pair of sneakers, came from the d-game |
| Cousin was a crip said it was a c-thing |
| Brown bag money in a duffle bag |
| Fuck ‘em all, wet ‘em, yeh we gotta double bag |
| The homie whipping chickens in his momma kitchen |
| On a mission, say he get it for son’s tuition |
| Real nigga’s dreams coming to fruition |
| Stumble but I never fall leaning on my pistol |
| I only love her when that ass fat |
| We used to listen to this track in my Maybach |
| I’m just tryna be a billionaire |
| Come and suck a dick for a millionaire |
| It’s just different, I know it feels different |
| I only love her if her eyes brown |
| Play this shit while you play around with my crown |
| King H-O, yall should know by now |
| If you don’t know |
| Millions on my wall in all my rooms |
| Niggas couldn’t fuck with my daughters room |
| Niggas couldn’t walk in my daughters socks |
| Banksy bitches, Basquiats |
| I ran through that buck 50, Live Nation fronted me |
| They working on another deal, they talking 250 |
| I’m holding out for 3, 275 and I just might agree |
| Ex D-boy, used to park my Beemer |
| Now look at me I can park at my own Arena |
| I only love her if her weave new |
| I’m still a hood nigga, what you want me to do? |
| Been hoppin' out the BM with your bm |
| Taking her places you can’t go with your per-diem |
| Screaming carpe diem until I’m a dead poet |
| Robin Williams shit, I deserve a Golden Globe |
| I take an Ace in the meanwhile |
| You ain’t gotta keep this khaled, it’s just a freestyle |
| Fuck rap money, I made more off crates |
| Fuck show money, I spent that on drapes |
| Close the curtains, fuck boy out my face |
| I whip the coke, let the lawyer beat the case |
| Murder was the case that they gave me |
| I killed the Hermes store somebody save me |
| Stuntin' to the max like wavy |
| Ooh shit, stuntin' to the max I’m so wavy |
| Used to shop in TJ Maxx back in '83 |
| I didn’t even know if it was open then |
| I ain’t know Oprah then |
| Had the Xl80 bike, loud motor |
| They be like, damn when I’m coming through |
| Had a grill in '88 |
| Ya’ll niggas is late |
| You got all that right? |
| I love this shit like my own daughter |
| And spray these niggas baby just like daddy taught ya |
| Young, it’s just different |