Bun B:
Damn, already 3 in the mornin`
It`s going down, leanin`, drink your drink
Candy sweets, third coast nigga, UGK `bout to wreck shop
Man, I`m larger than life
These motherfuckers ask, Is it the bark or the bite?
It`s both, chillin` on streets you scared to park on at night
Just forfeit just like I`m becoming part of the light
And you, you goin` to be the biggest mark at the fight
I never understood what made you think you was handlin`
You half-ass runnin` through my neighborhood vandlin`
Next time I`ma light your world up like a canon
Get some Italians to play your ass like a mandolin
These cocaine wars got my mind in a frenzy
The feds tried to confiscate my `llac and my Benzy
Colombian assassins hunt a nigga like Lindsey
And one of my workers came up short with my ends see
Shit, runnin` the streets used to be complicated
But now it`s all easy, drug is strong arm related
But never can a bomb be faded
Fool ring the alarm, pour the Don
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I`m comin` down real shiny like candy paint
`Bout 3 in the morning, yawnin`
I wish I could come down but you know I can`t
`Cause I`m leanin` off the dank and the good ole drink
I got 5 on the weed, 50 on the drink
Fool comin` down fuck what these hoes think
N.O. Joe:
3 in the morning, just turned over
Pimped into my clothes
Got to get around some hustlers movin` in the Chevy Nova
Done flagged me down for some more of that brown
To go with that green, now they sittin` on lean
Now the light is green, got to get the snaps
So I bails from the scene, the watch is still packed
With dealers and fiends freakin` for G`s and greens
See it`s the same everynight
Niggas creepin` down G way and keepin` they head tight
Watchin` for laws `cause you know they wanna hate
Jealous `cause a nigga gettin` ahead of this paper chase
Can`t place my face in these streets
But some niggas gotta hustle just to eat
Niggas jackin` and packin`, they playin` for keeps
No peace of mind, keepin` my heat behind
No seekers see a lie to be caught sleepin`
By another nigga out creepin`
While I`m chillin` gettin` sweeted
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Pimp C:
What you see is what the fuck you get
Young Pimp C baby comin` down real wet
I got a pump in the `llac `cause
These niggas tried to jack us
But we don`t give a fuck, I got the AK in the back of us
Came out the night club, 3 o`clock struck
Tryin` to holler at my people she in Lexus, I`m in truck
We `bout to eat breakfast, we in Houston, Texas
The city of the crack, and the `llacs, and the Lexus
I`m hollarin` at the body Courtney came with the love
We comin` down baby blowin` smoke in his lungs
`Cause I`ma candy sweet dipper, a big `caine pimper
I`m playin` with the guitar, I`m squezzin` on the nipples
Even though this hoe look good and the pussy was tight
After I hiy, jump in my shit, I`m scratching off for the night
Fuck that laying in the bed with the hoe `til the morning
Bitch I`m getting out here yawnin`, coming back to reformin`
3 in the morning
3 in the morning
Chorus
