[Intro:]
Yeah
It's me and T man
T.I.
.com... bitch
Hahaha
T.I.P.! F*ck with ya boy
Ay, that is my brothers ladies and gentleman T.I.
And he is the king bitch
Don't get that shit twisted
And me, I am the best rapper alive ladies and gentleman
Hello!
This is Da Drought 3
And it's been a minute since I rapped on a... Mannie Fresh beat
But uh...
I guess I'll go 'head on and show these niggas what to do with one of your beats man
Listen...
I like my seat down low
And my window slightly cracked
Ridin' witta bad ho
With her girlfriend in the back
I like to get real high
And I never look back
And you don't wanna try me
And don't I look strapped
I come from the hardest city
And nobody f*ckin' with it
Got a black and gold soul
With a fresh New Orleans fitted
And a collared Polo
And a pair of Bally Bucks
Young Money muthaf*cka
Know you're worried 'bout us
Cash Money muthaf*cka
See I'm all I trust
Never had my jaw broken
But his jaw I'll bust
And I probably got your girlfriend on my bus
What happens on my bus
Stays on my bus
And that white widow weed out the jar is a must
If you give me a cigar
Then a cigar I'll bust
Put that white widow weed in the cigar and puff
Look ma, I tryna make a porno starrin' us
Well not just us
A couple foreign sluts
Yeah we make this song a Noritwallin Dawllin
I be with Jim Jones and we be ballin'
Ballin'
Yeah baby we ballin' like Rawlins and Spalding
Pint of DJ Screw and that Hawaiin
I am
Leanin' like a three legged lion
Climbin'
Right to top of the muthaf*ckin' mountain
Countin'
I'm gonna need me an a accountaint
To count count it
Mannie got this f*ckin' beat poundin'
It's poundin'
But it was just lost
Until I found it
I found it
Stole it like a scoundrel
Hollygrove hound it
Put this bitch to sleep
F*ckin' right
I night-gowned it
Niggas talkin' cheap
Tell them niggas "Pipe down bitch! "
Bloods in the buildin'
And now everybody soundless
Beatin' up the track
Like a muthaf*ckin' round fist
Blind, deaf or crazy
I'm a spit like a long kiss
I am just a martian
Ain't nobdy else on this
Planet
I know
See I live by my only
Say, where my cheese nigga?
Where my macaroni?
Baby I get up in that ass
And act a donkey
Candy on candy nigga
Grippin' the grain
See I am the only fire
That can live in the rain
I am so so
New Orleans
Like 1825 Tulane
Haha!
See, you gotta be New Orleans
To know what I'm talkin' 'bout
And if you don't
F*ck you
Say what I want
And I don't want nothin'
Cause I got everything
Bitch
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[Intro:]
Yeah
It's me and T man
T.I.
.com... bitch
Hahaha
T.I.P.! F*ck with ya boy
Ay, that is my brothers ladies and gentleman T.I.
And he is the king bitch
Don't get that shit twisted
And me, I am the best rapper alive ladies and gentleman
Hello!
This is Da Drought 3
And it's been a minute since I rapped on a... Mannie Fresh beat
But uh...
I guess I'll go 'head on and show these niggas what to do with one of your beats man
Listen...
I like my seat down low
And my window slightly cracked
Ridin' witta bad ho
With her girlfriend in the back
I like to get real high
And I never look back
And you don't wanna try me
And don't I look strapped
I come from the hardest city
And nobody f*ckin' with it
Got a black and gold soul
With a fresh New Orleans fitted
And a collared Polo
And a pair of Bally Bucks
Young Money muthaf*cka
Know you're worried 'bout us
Cash Money muthaf*cka
See I'm all I trust
Never had my jaw broken
But his jaw I'll bust
And I probably got your girlfriend on my bus
What happens on my bus
Stays on my bus
And that white widow weed out the jar is a must
If you give me a cigar
Then a cigar I'll bust
Put that white widow weed in the cigar and puff
Look ma, I tryna make a porno starrin' us
Well not just us
A couple foreign sluts
Yeah we make this song a Noritwallin Dawllin
I be with Jim Jones and we be ballin'
Ballin'
Yeah baby we ballin' like Rawlins and Spalding
Pint of DJ Screw and that Hawaiin
I am
Leanin' like a three legged lion
Climbin'
Right to top of the muthaf*ckin' mountain
Countin'
I'm gonna need me an a accountaint
To count count it
Mannie got this f*ckin' beat poundin'
It's poundin'
But it was just lost
Until I found it
I found it
Stole it like a scoundrel
Hollygrove hound it
Put this bitch to sleep
F*ckin' right
I night-gowned it
Niggas talkin' cheap
Tell them niggas "Pipe down bitch! "
Bloods in the buildin'
And now everybody soundless
Beatin' up the track
Like a muthaf*ckin' round fist
Blind, deaf or crazy
I'm a spit like a long kiss
I am just a martian
Ain't nobdy else on this
Planet
I know
See I live by my only
Say, where my cheese nigga?
Where my macaroni?
Baby I get up in that ass
And act a donkey
Candy on candy nigga
Grippin' the grain
See I am the only fire
That can live in the rain
I am so so
New Orleans
Like 1825 Tulane
Haha!
See, you gotta be New Orleans
To know what I'm talkin' 'bout
And if you don't
F*ck you
Say what I want
And I don't want nothin'
Cause I got everything
Bitch
Yeah
It's me and T man
T.I.
.com... bitch
Hahaha
T.I.P.! F*ck with ya boy
Ay, that is my brothers ladies and gentleman T.I.
And he is the king bitch
Don't get that shit twisted
And me, I am the best rapper alive ladies and gentleman
Hello!
This is Da Drought 3
And it's been a minute since I rapped on a... Mannie Fresh beat
But uh...
I guess I'll go 'head on and show these niggas what to do with one of your beats man
Listen...
I like my seat down low
And my window slightly cracked
Ridin' witta bad ho
With her girlfriend in the back
I like to get real high
And I never look back
And you don't wanna try me
And don't I look strapped
I come from the hardest city
And nobody f*ckin' with it
Got a black and gold soul
With a fresh New Orleans fitted
And a collared Polo
And a pair of Bally Bucks
Young Money muthaf*cka
Know you're worried 'bout us
Cash Money muthaf*cka
See I'm all I trust
Never had my jaw broken
But his jaw I'll bust
And I probably got your girlfriend on my bus
What happens on my bus
Stays on my bus
And that white widow weed out the jar is a must
If you give me a cigar
Then a cigar I'll bust
Put that white widow weed in the cigar and puff
Look ma, I tryna make a porno starrin' us
Well not just us
A couple foreign sluts
Yeah we make this song a Noritwallin Dawllin
I be with Jim Jones and we be ballin'
Ballin'
Yeah baby we ballin' like Rawlins and Spalding
Pint of DJ Screw and that Hawaiin
I am
Leanin' like a three legged lion
Climbin'
Right to top of the muthaf*ckin' mountain
Countin'
I'm gonna need me an a accountaint
To count count it
Mannie got this f*ckin' beat poundin'
It's poundin'
But it was just lost
Until I found it
I found it
Stole it like a scoundrel
Hollygrove hound it
Put this bitch to sleep
F*ckin' right
I night-gowned it
Niggas talkin' cheap
Tell them niggas "Pipe down bitch! "
Bloods in the buildin'
And now everybody soundless
Beatin' up the track
Like a muthaf*ckin' round fist
Blind, deaf or crazy
I'm a spit like a long kiss
I am just a martian
Ain't nobdy else on this
Planet
I know
See I live by my only
Say, where my cheese nigga?
Where my macaroni?
Baby I get up in that ass
And act a donkey
Candy on candy nigga
Grippin' the grain
See I am the only fire
That can live in the rain
I am so so
New Orleans
Like 1825 Tulane
Haha!
See, you gotta be New Orleans
To know what I'm talkin' 'bout
And if you don't
F*ck you
Say what I want
And I don't want nothin'
Cause I got everything
Bitch
Writer: Dwayne Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.