3 Kings

[Produced by Jake One]

[Intro: Dr. Dre]

Geah

Classic hip hop shit

Dr. D-R-E

Rozay and Jay

Let's get 'em!

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]

We started out mopping 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, Andre Young

G5s to 6-4s, Dre got 'em

If the bitch bad, I got her in red bottoms

Great weed, nice homes, bread proper

Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta

Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter

Born broke, real nigga, straight outta 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 (Woo!)

And I'm still strapped with the heat man (Ugh!)

Can't be steppin' on a nigga feet man (Hah!)

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, then we gotta double back

The homie whippin' chickens in his momma kitchen

On the mission, said he get it for his son tuition (Ugh!)

Real nigga's dreams comin' to fruition

Stumble, but I never fall, leanin' on my pistol (Woo!)

I only love it when her ass fat

We should listen to this track in my Maybach (Maybach Music)

I'm just tryin' to be a billionaire

Come and suck a dick for a millionaire (Ugh!)

[Interlude: Jay-Z]

Ugh

It's just different

I know it feels different

Ugh

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]

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, ugh

Millions on the wall in 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

Taking her 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'll take a Ace in the meanwhile

You ain't gotta keep this, Khaled, it's just a freestyle

Fuck rap money, I've made more off grapes

Fuck show money, I spent that on drapes

Close the curtains, fuckboy, 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

Had 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?

Ugh! I love this shit like my own daughter

Spray these niggas, baby, just like daddy taught ya

[Outro]

Young

It's just different