Andre Nickatina - 3 A.M. lyrics

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Andre Nickatina - 3 A.M. lyrics

(Three in the f**in mornin... yeah) Brave like an indian the Mohican of his last, No money weed or a** baby no backstage pa**, We rondezvous, I'm flippin on my kenneth cole shoes, And some b**hes talk too much I'm letten them b**hes spread the news, Like channel 4, Why gangsta n***as love to snort blow? Chewy is the god down here in the 'Moe pina colada, The set done got hotter than a sauna, We break 'em like a puzzle then we gather like pirhanna, I keep my money by my nuts, Dip through the cuts we don't front we at the front and we roll big blunts, Layin pagans down, Just like a bearskin rug, Goin deep into the depths just like a Russian navy sub, On course, rollin with the front lights off... I can smell the gunpowder, Bullets dipped in the sauce, Some jokers floss, Yeah, but [? ] is the impression they've adapted, My steel declare'll spark the flare, The [? ] or the plastic, Burning rubber Doin doughnuts that the pigs just couldn't eat, They brought the coffee and the cream but all they saw was tire streaks, I'm on the streets. I can feel my mother worry in her sleep, It's 3 a.m. I'm with Sun Kim and we smokin to the beat, It's Nickatina... Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow... I be a suitor, a freeway drivin bay bridge commutor My roll of decks in full effects has turned into a computer, We got weed, but cheese out all the snitches We want the money and the women, You can keep them scandelous b**hes... for ya self. I make ya put ya mic up on tha shelf, broke a** hoes they want new cothes Be axin n***as for help, but I can't hear em' but I can hear a needle, Drop on top a pillow. When a clucker fiend here go a sceme, a piece of yellow skittle, a tin shot Follow me as I parade around the block, blowin wind like a tornado, Dirchargin' like a glock, steel plated, I usually get an X when I'm rated. Them s**a MC's Them wannabees, they talk when only faded, like the blunt. that once was plump then burned to ashes. I garuntee my third degree is just like twenty lashes, on ya face. I'll one hundred percent represent my race. while them ba*tards blast that rock n' roll, my n***as crank the ba** for tha chamillion. The F finger answer all ya questions, my pitbull alliance no doubt My only cure is protection stutter steppin, My k**er cross ain't false it's been perfected. Baby ya got nice clothes, but I've come to see ya nekked, Like it's ya birthday, like a fiend would say, When they broke and they on the rock, Your conbination has been invaded, your safe has been unlocked It's Nickatina [laughter] Baby just pull ya panties down, all that other sh** is um... irrelivant Meow Meow Meow Meow [laughter] Let me hear that [x3] Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow [x3] Three Oh clock in the morning...