3 Kings (Feat. Dr. Dre & JAY Z)

Geah Classic hip hop shit 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, mothafucka scream cheers Mothafucka 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 Fuck a gym, I am him, Andre Young G5s to 6-4s, Dre got 'em If the bitch 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 nigga, straight outta 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 Interlude: Rick Ross See y'all niggas Hit the switches on that shit 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 nigga 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 Fuck '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 nigga'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 dick 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 shit 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 Niggas couldn't fuck with my daughter's room Niggas couldn't walk in my daughter's socks Banksy, bitches, 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 nigga, 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 shit, I deserve a Golden Globe, bitch I'll take a Ace in the meanwhile You ain't gotta keep this, Khaled, it's just a freestyle Fuck rap money, I've made more off grapes Fuck show money, I spent that on drapes Close the curtains, fuckboy, 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, shit 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 niggas is late You got all that, right Ugh I love this shit like my own daughter Spray these niggas, baby, just like daddy taught ya Outro Young It's just different