3 In The Mornin' (feat. C-Note & Big Smokin' Mitch)

Damn, already 3 in the morning, huh?

It's going down

I'm leaning, drinking, drank

Candy sweets, you know what I'm saying?

Third coast, ****

UGK 'bout to wreck shop

This C-Note off that Botany

Smokin' and leanin', ****

Stacking paper, fool

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Man, I'm larger than life

These motherfuckers ask, "Is it the bark or the bite?"

It's both, chilling on streets you scared to park on at night

Just forfeit, just like I'm becoming part of the light

And you, man, you gon' be the biggest mark at the fight

See, I never understood what made you think you was handling

You half-ass running through my neighborhood vandling

Next time, I'ma light your world up like you candlin'

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 'Lac and my Benzy

Colombian assassins hunt a **** like Lindsey

And now one of my workers came up short with my ends, see

Shit, running the streets used to be complicated

But now it's all either drug or strong-arm related

But never can the bond be faded, fool

Ring the alarm, pour the Dom, we made it

I'm coming down real shiny like candy paint

'Bout 3 in the morning, yawning

I wish I could come down, but you know I can't

'Cause I'm leaning off the dank and the good ol' drank

I got five on the weed, fifty on the drank

Fool, I'm coming down, fuck what these hoes think

I wish I could come down, but you know I can't

'Cause I'm leaning off the dank and the good ol' drank

3 in the morning, just turned over

Pimped into my clothes, got to get 'round

Some hustlers moving in the Chevy Nova done flagged me down

For some more of that brown

To go with that ding, now they sitting on lean

Now the light is green, gots to get the snaps

So I bailed from the scene, the watch was still packed

With dealers and fiends freaking for Gs and greens

See, it's the same thing every night

**** flippin' down G way and keeping they head tight

Watching for laws because you know they wanna hate

Jealous 'cause a **** getting ahead in this paper chase

Can't place my faith in these streets

But some **** hustle just to eat

**** jacking, they packing, they playing for keeps

No peace of mind, keeping my heat behind

My seat 'cause, see, I'm not the one to be caught sleeping

By another fool out creeping

While I'm chilling, getting sweet, leaning

I'm coming down real shiny like candy paint

'Bout 3 in the morning, yawning

I wish I could come down, but you know I can't

'Cause I'm leaning off the dank and the good ol' drank

I got five on the weed, fifty on the drank

Fool, I'm coming down, fuck what these hoes think

I wish I could come down, but you know I can't

'Cause I'm leaning off the dank and the good ol' drank

What you see is what the fuck you get

Young Pimp C, baby, coming down real wet

I got a pump in my lap 'cause these **** trying to jack us

But we don't give a fuck, I got the AK and a backup

Came out the nightclub, 3 o'clock struck

Trying 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 'Lacs, and the plexers

Say, man, I'm hollering at Botany, Courtney came with the love

We coming down, man, blowing kush in them blunts

'Cause I'm a candy sweet dipper, a big cane pimper

I'm playing with the clit-ah, I'm squeezing on the nipples

Even though this ho look good, and the pussy is tight

After I hit, jump in my shit, I'm scratching off in the night

Fuck that laying in the bed with them hoes till the morning

Bitch, I'm getting action, yawning, coming back to reefer at

3 in the morning

3 in the morning

Uh

What's up, Screw?

Comin' at you

'Bout to go outchea

Smoking and leaning

It don't stop

BG 3, what you wanna tell these people out here, baby?

Man

This 3rd, baby

I'm fresh up off that lock

Full of that lean

Fucking with that kush

It's going down, baby

What?

For life, ****

Down south

It don't stop, and it damn sure don't change

Peep, how we coming

Straight from the bottom, wrecking

UGK

Fifty on the drank

You know what I'm talking 'bout?

Huh

What's up, Mean Green?

Hold up

I'm coming down real shiny like candy paint

'Bout 3 in the morning, yawning

I wish I could come down, but you know I can't (Coming down)

'Cause I'm leaning off the dank and the good ol' drank

I got five on the weed, fifty on the drank (Wreck something for me, 3)

Fool, I'm coming down, fuck what these hoes think

I wish I could come down, but you know I can't (Rolling blades, ****)

'Cause I'm leaning off the dank and the good ol' drank (It don't stop)

Till them hoes drop, ****, what?

Straight out that south

Get my dick out your motherfucking mouth, bitch (Yeah)

What's up, Gator?

Come on

It's DJ Bird straight from the Ghetto Palace, you know? You know?

Yeah

Know what I'm talking 'bout?

If you got the tape, you need to flip that motherfucker over

And you dig? You know that

And if you got the CD, you need to let that motherfucker roll

Smoke something, I hope y'all smoking

'Cause we always smoking

Mmm-hmm you know we smoking

****, we smoking big, boy

Say— Fuck it

Say, Bird

Yeah, what's up?

I knocked over me some nice little old thing the other day, you know

Took that back to the—