3 Kings Lyrics - Rick Ross

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Featuring: Dr. Dre & Jay-Z
[Intro: Dr. Dre]
Yeah, classic hip hop shit
Dr. D-R-E
Rozay and Jay, let's get 'em

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
We started out moppin' floors
And now we front row at the awards
Number one for the last twenty years
If you real, mothafucka scream cheers!
Mothafucka scream cheers!
Heh, and it is what it is
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til them white boys got him in that hot seat
Only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat through my headphones
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Money long, number one twenty years strong
Fuck a gym, I am him, I'm Dre young
G5s to 64s, Dre got 'em
If the bitch bad I got her in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tech nine, one chamber, top shotta
Bently coupe, new yacht,my helicopter
Born broke, real nigga straight out of 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 a house, nigga get your own shit
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat through my headphones

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
See y'all niggas
Hit the switches on that shit one time, ugh
Let the top down
I came a long way from the weed game
Twenty stack seats at the Heat game
And I'm still strapped with the heat man
And we steppin' on a nigga feet man
80 ? sneakers came from the D game
Cousin was a Crip, said it was a Z thing
Brown bag money in a duffle bag
Fuck 'em all, wet 'em and we gotta double back
The homie whippin' chickens in his momma kitchen
On the mission, said he get it for his sons tuition
Real nigga's dreams comin' to fruition
Stumble, but I never fall, leanin' on my pistol
I only love it when the ass fat
We should listen to this track in my Maybach
I'm just tryin' to be a billionaire
Come and suck a dick for a millionaire

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Uh, it's just different
I know it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
But if you don't know, uh
? on the wall and all my rooms
Niggas couldn't fuck with my daughter's room
Niggas couldn't walk in my daughter's stocks
? bitches, ?
I ran through that buck fifty lob nation fronted me
They workin' on another deal, they talkin' two hundred fifty
I'm holdin' out for three
Two seventy five and I just might agree
Ex-D-boy, used to punk my beamer
Now look at me, I'm the punk of 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 ? with your ?
Taken to places that you can't go with your per diem
Screamin' carpe diem until I'm a dead poet
Robin Williams shit, I deserve a golden globe bitch!
I take the ace in the meanwhile






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