3 in the Mornin'

Damn, already three in the morning, huh? It's going down, leaning, drink your drink Candy sweets, you know what I'm sayin' Third coast, nigga, UGK 'bout to wreck shop This c-note off dead body Smokin' and leanin' nigga, Stackin' paper foo, you know what I'm talkin'? Man, I'm larger than life These motherfuckers ask, is it the bark or the bite? It's both, chilling on streets you scared to park on at night Just forfeit, just like I'm becoming part of the light And you, man, you going to be the biggest mark at the fight See, I never understood what made you think you was handling You half-ass running through my neighborhood vandling Next time, I'm a light your world up like a cannon 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 'Lac and my Benzy Colombian assassins hunt a nigga like Lindsey And one of my workers came up short with my ends, see Shit, running the streets used to be complicated But now it’s all either drug or strong-arm-related But never can a bomb be faded, fool Ring the alarm, pour the Dom I'm coming down real shiny like candy paint 'Bout three in the morning, yawning I wish I could come down, but you know I can't 'Cause I'm leaning off the dank and the good ol' drink I got five on the weed, fifty on the drink Fool, I'm coming down, fuck what these hoes think I wish I could come down, but you know I can't 'Cause I'm leaning off the dank and the good ol' drink Three in the morning, just turned over Pimped into my clothes Gots to get around, some hustlers moving in the Chevy Nova Done flagged me down for some more of that brown To go with that green, now they sitting on lean Now the light is green, got to get the snaps So I bails from the scene, the watch was still packed With dealers and fiends freaking for Gs and greens See, it's the same every night Niggas creeping down G way and keeping they head tight Watching for laws because you know they wanna hate Jealous 'cause a nigga getting ahead of this paper chase Can't place my fate in these streets But some niggas hustle just to eat Niggas jacking, they packing, they playing for keeps No peace of mind, keeping my heat behind My seat, 'cause see, I'm not the one to be caught sleeping By another fool out creeping While I'm chilling getting sweeted I'm coming down real shiny like candy paint 'Bout three in the morning, yawning I wish I could come down, but you know I can't 'Cause I'm leaning off the dank and the good ol' drink I got five on the weed, fifty on the drink Fool, I'm coming down, fuck what these hoes think I wish I could come down, but you know I can't 'Cause I'm leaning off the dank and the good ol' drink What you see, is what the fuck you get Young Pimp C, baby, coming down real wet I got a pump in the 'Lac 'cause these niggas tried to jack us But we don't give a fuck, I got the AK in the back of I came out the night club, three o'clock struck Trying 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 'Lacs, and the big trucks Say man I'm hollering at Bonnie, Courtney came with the love We coming down, mane, blowing cuz in his lungs 'Cause I'mma candy sweet dipper, a big 'caine pimper I'm playing with the clit-ah, I'm squeezing on the nipples Even though this ho look good and the pussy is tight After I hit, jump in my shit, I'm scratching off in the night Fuck that laying in the bed with them ho 'til the morning Bitch, I'm getting out here yawning, coming back to reforming Three in the morning Three in the morning I'm coming down real shiny like candy paint 'Bout three in the morning, yawning I wish I could come down, but you know I can't 'Cause I'm leaning off the dank and the good ol' drink I got five on the weed, fifty on the drink Fool, I'm coming down, fuck what these hoes think I wish I could come down, but you know I can't 'Cause I'm leaning off the dank and the good ol' drink