3 In The Mornin'

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