Rick Ross - 3 Kings (feat. Dr. Dre & Jay-Z)

Текст песни: 3 Kings (feat. Dr. Dre & Jay-Z)

[Dr Dre]
 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

[Rick Ross]
 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