Dr. Dre - 3 Kings lyrics

[Produced by Jake One] [Intro: Dr. Dre] Yeah, cla**ic hip hop sh** 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, mothaf**a scream cheers! Mothaf**a 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 f** a gym, I am him, I'm Andre Young G5s to 64s, Dre got 'em If the b**h 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 n***a straight out of Compton The f** you magazine n***as want from me? I rewrote the game, n***a, now talk money All black on my Al Capone sh** I built a house, n***a get your own sh** I only love it when her hair long You should listen to this beat through my headphones [Interlude: Rick Ross] See y'all n***as Hit the switches on that sh** 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 And I'm still strapped with the heat man Can't be steppin' on a n***a feet man 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 f** 'em all, wet 'em and we gotta double back The homie whippin' chickens in his momma kitchen On the mission, said he get it for his son tuition Real n***a's dreams comin' to fruition Stumble, but I never fall, leanin' on my pistol I only love it when the a** fat We should listen to this track in my Maybach I'm just tryin' to be a billionaire Come and s** a dick for a millionaire [Interlude: Jay-Z] Uh, it's just different I know it feels different [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown Play this sh** while you play around with my crown King H-O, y'all should know by now But if you don't know, uh Millions on the wall in all my rooms n***as couldn't f** with my daughter's room n***as couldn't walk in my daughter's socks Banksy b**hes, 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 n***a, 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 sh**, I deserve a golden globe b**h! I take a Ace in the meanwhile You ain't gotta keep this Khaled, it's just a freestyle f** rap money, I've made more off grapes f** show money, I spent that on drapes Close the curtains, f** boy, out my face I whip the coke, let the lawyer beat the case Murder was the case that they gave me I k**ed the Hermes store, somebody save me Stuntin' to the max like wavy, oh sh**! 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 Have the XL 80 bike Loud motor, they be like, "Damn!" when I'm comin' through, rrraaanngg Had the grill in '88, y'all n***as is late You got all that, right? I love this sh** like my own daughter Let's spray these n***as, baby, just like daddy taught ya Young, this is just different