Rick Ross

Rick Ross - 3 Kings

rate me

[Dr Dre]

Yeah, classic hip hop shit

Dr D-R-E, Rozay and Jay

Lets get ‘em

We started out mopping floors

Now we front row at the awards

Number 1 for the last 20 years

If you real muthafucker scream cheers

Muthafucker scream cheers

And it is what it is

He wanted to shine at the swap meet

Til the white boys got him in that hot seat

Only love it when her hair long

You should listen to this beat through my headphones

Money long, number 1 20 years strong

Fuck a gym, I am him, Andre Young

G5′s to 6-4′s, Dre got ‘em

If the bitch bad I got her in red bottoms

Great weed, nice homes, bread proper

Tech 9, long 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 the house, nigga get ya own shit

I only love it when her hair long

You should listen to this beat through my headphones

[Rick Ross]

See yall niggas

Lay the top down

I came along way from the weed game

20 stack seats at the Heat game

And I’m still strapped with the heat man

Game, we stepping’ on it, nigga feet mayne

8 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, yeh we gotta double bag

The homie whipping chickens in his momma kitchen

On a mission, say he get it for son’s tuition

Real nigga’s dreams coming to Fruition

Stumble but I never fall leaning on my pistol

I only love her when that ass fat

We used to listen to this track in my Maybach

I’m just tryna be a billionaire

Come and suck a dick for a millionaire


It’s just different, I know it feels different

I only love her if her eyes brown

Play this shit while you play around with my crown

King H-O, yall should know by now

If you don’t know

? on my wall in all my rooms

Niggas couldn’t fuck with my daughters room

Niggas couldn’t walk in my daughters socks

Banksy bitches, Basquiats

I ran through that buck 50, Live Nation, fronted me

They working on another deal, they talking 250

I’m holding out for 3, 275 and I just might agree

Ex D-boy, used to park my Beemer

Now look at me I can park at 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 you can’t go with your

Screaming carpe diem until I’m a dead poet

Robin Williams shit, I deserve a goldy gold disc

I take an Ace in the meanwhile

You aint gotta keep this, it’s just a freestyle

Fuck rap money, I 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 Hermes store somebody save me

Stuntin’ to the max like wavy

oh shit, stuntin’ top the max I’m so wavy

Used to shop in TJ Maxx back in ’83

I didn’t even know if it was open then

I aint know Oprah then

Had the Xl80 bike, loud motor

They be like, damn when I’m coming through

Had a grill in ’88

Ya’ll niggas is late

You got all that right?

I love this shit like my own daughter

And spray these niggas baby just like daddy taught ya

Young, it’s just different<br />

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Thanks to d

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