Rick Ross 3 Kings Lyrics
[Dr Dre]
Yeah, classic hip hop shyt
Dr D-R-E, 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 muthafukker scream cheers
Muthafukker 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
fukk a gym, I am him, Andre Young
G5′s to 64′s, Dre got em
If the bytch 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 nikka straight outta Compton
The fukk you magazine nikkas want from me?
I rewrote the game nikka, now talk money
All black on my Al Capone shyt
I built the house, nikka get ya own shyt
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat through my headphones
[Rick Ross]
See yall nikkas
Hit the switches on that shyt one time
Lay the top down
I came along way from the weed game
20 stack seats at the Heat game
And Im still strapped with the heat man
And we stepping on a nikka feet mayne
8 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
fukk em all, wet em, yeh we gotta double bag
The homie whipping chickens in his momma kitchen
On a mission, say he get it for sons tuition
Real nikkas 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
Im just tryna be a billionaire
Come and suck a dikk for a millionaire
[Jay-Z]
Its just different, I know it feels different
I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shyt while you play around with my crown
King H-O, yall should know by now
If you dont know
Millions on my wall in all my rooms
nikkas couldnt fukk with my daughters room
nikkas couldnt walk in my daughters socks
Banksy bytches, Basquiats
I ran through that buck 50, Live Nation fronted me
They working on another deal, they talking 250
Im 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
Im still a hood nikka, what you want me to do?
Been hoppin out the BM with your bm
Taking her places you cant go with your per-diem
Screaming carpe diem until Im a dead poet
Robin Williams shyt, I deserve a Golden Globe
I take an Ace in the meanwhile
You aint gotta keep this, its just a freestyle
fukk rap money, I made more off crates
fukk show money, I spent that on drapes
Close the curtains, fukk 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 shyt, stuntin to the max Im so wavy
Used to shop in TJ Maxx back in 83
I didnt even know if it was open then
I aint know Oprah then
Had the Xl80 bike, loud motor
They be like, damn when Im coming through
Had a grill in 88
Yall nikkas is late
You got all that right?
I love this shyt like my own daughter
And spray these nikkas baby just like daddy taught ya
Young, its just different
@ all the nas stans in here mad as fukk 
