3 Kings lyrics

by

Pharrell Williams


[Produced by Jake One]

[Intro: Dr. Dre]
Geah
Classic hip hop sh*t
Dr. D-R-E
Rozay and Jay
Let's get 'em!

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
We started out mopping floors
And now we front row at the awards
Number one for the last twenty years
If you real, mothaf*cka scream cheers!
Mothaf*cka scream cheers!
Heh, and it is what it is
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Till 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*ck a gym, I am him, Andre Young
G5s to 6-4s, Dre got 'em
If the b*tch bad, I got her in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tec nine, one 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, n*gga, now talk money
All-black, on my Al Capone sh*t
I built a house, n*gga, get your own sh*t
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat through my headphones
[Interlude: Rick Ross]
See y'all n*ggas
Hit the switches on that sh*t one time
Ugh
Let the top down

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I came a long way from the weed game
Twenty stack seats at the Heat game (Woo!)
And I'm still strapped with the heat man (Ugh!)
Can't be steppin' on a n*gga feet man (Hah!)
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*ck 'em all, wet 'em, then we gotta double back
The homie whippin' chickens in his momma kitchen
On the mission, said he get it for his son tuition (Ugh!)
Real n*gga's dreams comin' to fruition
Stumble, but I never fall, leanin' on my pistol (Woo!)
I only love it when her ass fat
We should listen to this track in my Maybach (Maybach Music)
I'm just tryin' to be a billionaire
Come and suck a di*k for a millionaire (Ugh!)

[Interlude: Jay-Z]
Ugh
It's just different
I know it feels different
Ugh
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
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, ugh
Millions on the wall in all my rooms
n*ggas couldn't f*ck with my daughter's room
n*ggas couldn't walk in my daughter's socks
Banksy, b*tches, 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 n*gga, 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*tch!
I'll take a Ace in the meanwhile
You ain't gotta keep this, Khaled, it's just a freestyle
f*ck rap money, I've made more off grapes
f*ck show money, I spent that on drapes
Close the curtains, f*ckboy, out my face
I whip the coke, let the lawyer beat the case
Murder was the case that they gave me
I killed the Hermès 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
Had the XL 80 bike, loud motor, they be like, "Damn!"
When I'm comin' through, rrraaanngg
Had the grill in '88, y'all n*ggas is late
You got all that, right?
Ugh! I love this sh*t like my own daughter
Spray these n*ggas, baby, just like daddy taught ya
[Outro]
Young
It's just different
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