3 Kings(Explicit) - Rick Ross

3 Kings (Explicit) - Rick Ross/Dr. Dre/Jay-Z
Written by：William Roberts/J Dutton/Shawn Carter/Clara Shepherd/James Weary
Yeah classic hip hop sh*t
Dr. D-R-E
Rozay and Jay let's get 'em
We started out mopping floors
And now we front row at the awards
Number one for the last twenty years
If you real mothaf**ka scream cheers
Mothaf**ka scream cheers
Heh and it is what it is
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat through my headphones
Money long number one twenty years strong
F**k a gym I am him I'm Andre Young
G5s to 64s Dre got 'em
If the b**ch bad I got her in red bottoms
Great w**d nice homes bread proper
Tec nine one chamber top shotta
Bentley coupe new yacht my helicopter
Born broke real ni**a straight out of Compton
The f**k you magazine niggas want from me
I rewrote the game ni**a now talk money
All black on my Al Capone sh*t
I built a house ni**a get your own sh*t
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat through my headphones
See y'all niggas
Hit the switches on that sh*t one time ugh
Let the top down
I came a long way from the w**d game
Twenty stack seats at the Heat game
And I'm still strapped with the heat man
And we steppin' on a ni**a feet man
80 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**k '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 son tuition
Real ni**a's dreams comin' to fruition
Stumble but I never fall leanin' on my pistol
I only love it when the a** 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
Uh it's just different
I know it feels different
Uh I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this sh*t while you play around with my crown
King H-O y'all should know by now
But if you don't know uh
Millions on the wall in all my rooms
Niggas couldn't f**k with my daughter's room
Niggas couldn't walk in my daughter's socks
Banksy b**ches Basquiat
I ran through that buck fifty Live 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 park my Beamer
Now look at me I can park in my own arena
I only love her if her weave new
I'm still a hood ni**a what you want me to do
Been hoppin' out the BM with your BM
Taking her places that you can't go with your per diem
Screamin' carpe diem until I'm a dead poet
Robin Williams sh*t I deserve a golden globe b**ch
I take a Ace in the meanwhile
You ain't gotta keep this Khaled it's just a freestyle
F**k rap money I've made more off crates
F**k show money I spent that on drapes
Close the curtains f**k 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
Oh sh*t
Oh stuntin' to the max I'm so wavy
Used to shop at TJ Maxx back in '83
I don't even know if it was open then
I ain't know Oprah then
Have the XL 80 bike
Loud motor they be like Damn when I'm comin' through rrraaanngg
Had the grill in '88 y'all niggas is late
You got all that right
I love this sh*t like my own daughter
Let's spray these niggas baby just like daddy taught ya
Young this is just different