3 Kings Lyrics

[Dr. Dre]
Classic hip hop shit
Dr Dre, 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 muthaf-cker scream cheers
Muthaf-cker 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
F-ck 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 n-gga straight outta Compton

The f-ck you magazine n-ggas want from me
I rewrote the game nigga, now talk money
All black on my Al Capone shit
I built the house,
N-gga 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 n-ggas
Hit the switches on that shit one time huh
Lay the top down

I came along way from the weed game
Twenty stack seats at the Heat game
And I’m still strapped with the heat man
And we stepping’ on a n-gga feet mayne
Eight 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
F-ck ‘em all, wet ‘em,
Yeah we gotta double bag
The homie whipping chickens in his momma kitchen
On a mission, say he get it for son’s tuition
Real n-gga’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, y'all should know by now
If you don’t know uh
Millions on my wall in all my rooms
Niggas could n’t fuck with my daughters room
N-ggas 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 aint gotta keep this, it’s just a freestyle
Fuck rap money, I made more off crates
F-ck show money, I spent that on drapes
Close the curtains, f-ck 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 aint 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 n-ggas is late
You got all that right? uh

I love this shit like my own daughter
And spray these n-ggas baby just like daddy taught ya
Young, it’s just different


3 Kings is a song by Rick Ross ft. Dr. Dre & Jay Z from God Forgives, I Don't album. God Forgives, I Don't is the upcoming fifth studio album by American hip hop artist Rick Ross.

Singer(s): Rick Ross ft. Dr. Dre & Jay Z
Movie/Album: Singles - English