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Dr. Dre, Jay-Z, Rick Ross - 3 Kings (Album Version (Explicit))

3 Kings
Dr. Dre, Jay-Z, Rick Ross
04:21
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[Intro: Dr. Dre]
Yeah, classic hip hop shit.
Dr. D-R-E,
Rozay and Jay, let's get 'em!

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
We started out moppin' 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, I'm Andre Young.
G5's to 64's, Dre got 'em.
If the bitch bad I got her in red bottoms.
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper,
Tech nine, one chamber, top shotta,
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter,
Born broke, real nigga straight out of 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.
And I'm still strapped with the heat man,
And we steppin' on a nigga feet man,
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 and we gotta double back.
The homie whippin' chickens in his momma kitchen,
On the mission, said, he get it for his son tuition.
Real nigga's dreams comin' to fruition.
Stumble, but I never fall, leanin' on my pistol.
I only love it when the ass fat.
We should listen to this track in my Maybach.
I'm just tryin' to be a billionaire,
Come and suck a dick for a millionaire!

[Interlude: Jay-Z]
Uh, it's just different.
I know, it feels different.

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Uh, 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, uh.
Millions on the wall and 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,
Taken to 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 take an Ace in the meanwhile,
You ain't gotta keep this Khaled, it's just a freestyle.
Fuck rap money, I've made more off crates,
Fuck show money, I spent that on drapes.
Close the curtains, fuck 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 Hermès 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,
Have 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?
I love this shit like my own daughter,
Let's spray these niggas, baby, just like daddy taught ya.
Young, this is just different.

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