Rick Ross - 3 Kings (feat. JAY-Z & Dr. Dre)

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Jul 20

For many of us, listening to new music can be a good way to extricate from the heaviness of a day like today. Enjoy.

Rick Ross - 3 Kings (feat. JAY-Z & Dr. Dre)Intro: Dr. DreYeah, classic hip hop shitDr. D-R-E, Rozay and Jay, let's get 'emVerse One: Dr. DreWe started out mopping floorsAnd now we front row at the awardsNumber one for the last twenty yearsIf you real, mothafucka scream cheers!Mothafucka scream cheers!Heh, and it is what it isHe wanted to shine at the swap meetTill the white boys got him in that hot seatI only love it when her hair longYou should listen to this beat through my headphonesMoney long, number one twenty years strongFuck a gym, I am him, I'm Andre YoungG5s to 64s, Dre got 'emIf the bitch bad I got her in red bottomsGreat weed, nice homes, bread properTec nine, one chamber, top shottaBentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopterBorn broke, real nigga straight out of ComptonThe fuck you magazine niggas want from me?I rewrote the game, nigga, now talk moneyAll black on my Al Capone shitI built a house, nigga get your own shitI only love it when her hair longYou should listen to this beat through my headphonesInterlude: Rick RossSee y'all niggasHit the switches on that shit one time, ughLet the top downVerse Two: Rick RossI came a long way from the weed gameTwenty stack seats at the Heat gameAnd I'm still strapped with the heat manCan't be steppin' on a nigga feet man80 pair of sneakers came from the D gameCousin was a Crip, said it was a C thingBrown bag money in a duffle bagFuck 'em all, wet 'em and we gotta double backThe homie whippin' chickens in his momma kitchenOn the mission, said he get it for his son tuitionReal nigga's dreams comin' to fruitionStumble, but I never fall, leanin' on my pistolI only love it when the ass fatWe should listen to this track in my MaybachI'm just tryin' to be a billionaireCome and suck a dick for a millionaireInterlude: JAY-ZUh, it's just differentI know it feels differentVerse Three: JAY-ZUh, I only love her if her eyes brownPlay this shit while you play around with my crownKing H-O, y'all should know by nowBut if you don't know, uhMillions on the wall in all my roomsNiggas couldn't fuck with my daughter's roomNiggas couldn't walk in my daughter's socksBanksy bitches, BasquiatI ran through that buck fifty Live Nation fronted meThey workin' on another deal, they talkin' two hundred fiftyI'm holdin' out for threeTwo seventy five and I just might agreeEx-D-boy, used to park my BeamerNow look at me, I can park in my own arenaI only love her if her weave newI'm still a hood nigga, what you want me to do?Been hoppin' out the BM with your BMTaking her places that you can't go with your per diemScreamin' carpe diem until I'm a dead poetRobin Williams shit, I deserve a Golden Globe bitch!I take a Ace in the meanwhileYou ain't gotta keep this Khaled, it's just a freestyleFuck rap money, I've made more off grapesFuck show money, I spent that on drapesClose the curtains, fuck boy, out my faceI whip the coke, let the lawyer beat the caseMurder was the case that they gave meI killed the Hermes store, somebody save meStuntin' to the max like wavy, oh shit!Oh, stuntin' to the max, I'm so wavyUsed to shop at TJ Maxx back in '83I don't even know if it was open thenI ain't know Oprah thenHave the XL 80 bikeLoud motor, they be like, "Damn!" when I'm comin' through, rrraaannggHad the grill in '88, y'all niggas is lateYou got all that, right?I love this shit like my own daughterLet's spray these niggas, baby, just like daddy taught yaYoung, this is just differentFrom the album: God Forgives, I Don't