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Bun B:
Damn, already 3 in the mornin` It`s going down, leanin`, drink your drink Candy sweets, 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 canon 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 `llac 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 Don
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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 drink I got 5 on the weed, 50 on the drink Fool comin` down fuck what these hoes think
N.O. Joe:
3 in the morning, just turned over Pimped 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 watch is still packed With dealers and fiends freakin` for G`s and greens See it`s the same everynight Niggas creepin` 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 gotta 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 nigga out creepin` While I`m chillin` gettin` sweeted
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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 `llac `cause These niggas tried to jack us But we don`t give a fuck, I got the AK in the back of us 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 `llacs, and the Lexus I`m hollarin` at the body Courtney came with the love We comin` down baby blowin` smoke in his lungs `Cause I`ma 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
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