3 In The Mornin' feat. C-Note,Big Smokin' Mitch

歌詞

Damn, already 3 in the mornin' It's going down, leanin', drink your drink Candy sweets, know what I'm saying. Third coast nigga, UGK 'bout to wreck shop Man, I'm larger than life These motherfuckers ask, "Is it the bark or the bite?" It's both, chillin' on streets you scared to park on at night Just forfeit just like I'm becoming part of the light And you, you goin' to be the biggest mark at the fight I never understood what made you think you was handlin' You half-ass runnin' through my neighborhood vandlin' Next time I'ma light your world up like a cannon Get some Italians to play your ass like a mandolin These cocaine wars got my mind in a frenzy The feds tried to confiscate my 'lac and my Benzy Colombian assassins hunt a nigga like Lindsey And one of my workers came up short with my ends see Shit, runnin' the streets used to be complicated But now it's all easy, drug is strong arm related But never can a bomb be faded Fool ring the alarm, pour the Dom [Chorus:] I'm comin' down real shiny like candy paint 'Bout 3 in the morning, yawnin' I wish I could come down but you know I can't 'Cause I'm leanin' off the dank and the good ole drank I got 5 on the weed, 50 on the drank Fool comin' down fuck what these hoes think I wish I could come down but you know I can't 'Cause I'm leanin' off the dank and the good ole drank [N.O. Joe:] 3 in the morning, just turned over Jumped into my clothes Got to get around some hustlers movin' in the Chevy Nova Done flagged me down for some more of that brown To go with that green, now they sittin' on lean Now the light is green, got to get the snaps So I bails from the scene, the wash is still packed With dealers and fiends freakin' for cheese and greens See it's the same thing every night Niggas pimpin' down G way and keepin' they head tight Watchin' for laws 'cause you know they wanna hate Jealous 'cause a nigga gettin' ahead of this paper chase Can't place my face in these streets But some niggas hustle just to eat Niggas jackin' and packin', they playin' for keeps No peace of mind, keepin' my heat behind No seekers see a lie to be caught sleepin' By another blue law out creepin' While I'm chillin' gettin' sweeted [Chorus] [Pimp C:] What you see is what the fuck you get Young Pimp C baby comin' down real wet I got a pump in the 'lac 'cause These niggas tryin' to jack us But we don't give a fuck, I got the AK in the back of Came out the night club, 3 o'clock struck Tryin' to holler at my people she in Lexus, I'm in truck We 'bout to eat breakfast, we in Houston, Texas The city of the crack, and the 'lacs, and the plexuhs Say man I'm hollarin' at the body Courtney came with the love We comin' down mang blowin' smoke in his lungs 'Cause I'm a candy sweet dipper, a big 'caine pimper I'm playin' with the guitar, I'm squezzin' on the nipples Even though this hoe look good and the pussy was tight After I hiy, jump in my shit, I'm scratching off for the night Fuck that laying in the bed with the hoe 'til the morning Bitch I'm getting out here yawnin', coming back to reformin' 3 in the morning 3 in the morning [Chorus]