[Verse 1 (JT the Iriginal)]:
1st 2nd motha f**in' 3rd dimension
3-D gla**es made of paper but ya know I never bend them
I got my blue jeans and my hoodless sweatshirt
And if ya f** with these god damn gla**es ya might get hurt
Don't give me sh** I won't tolerate ya criticisms
About my motha f**in' three dimensional vision
My gla**es, I know you're aware of them
When I wear them ya stare at them but ya just can't compare with them
[Verse 2 (Mac Ha**la)]:
I put my gla**es on in the appropriate position
And now I got my drank that I be sippin' with some women
And I'm chillin in the motha f**in' venue
What's on the menu? I'm wearin' 3-D gla**es cause I'm meant to
Now-a-days they make ‘em clear
But ya know I still I wear red and blue on each ear
Ya can't f** with the god damn ha**la
I walkin with my gla**es and ya can't do sh** when I pa** ya
[Verse 3 (JT the Irginal)]:
I got my 3-D gla**es and ya know it's not a god damn joke
You can tell by the attention I provoke
So take note, what ya gonna do
When I look at you I'm seeing through red and blue
They ask how I were my gla**es so perfectly
I put them on with certainty because I wear them purposely
A white frame and red and blue lenses
I said before they were sh** and now ya know I meant it
[Verse 4 (Mac Ha**la)]:
Ya look in these lenses and ya see ya reflection
I'm in the 3-D dimension while you stuck in the second
And now ya threatened cause ya ain't got sh**
Ya talkin that trash but you should know I act quick
This ain't school I ain't give you a warnin
And if ya talkin that sh** it's my fist ya be absorbin'
In ya motha f**in gut and ya jaw
Disrespect these gla**es they the last damn thing ya ever saw
[Verse 5 (JT the Iriginal)]:
I wear my gla**es in public
Ya can't f** with it I don't give a sh** if you've had enough of it
The memory will never be erased
They all see these 3-D gla**es on my face
And if ya got some sh** to say don't mention it
I got my damn gla**es and ya really can't question it
Ya wanna know why but there's no need for you to ask this
Just know that I always wear my motha f**in gla**es
[Verse 6 (Mac Ha**la)]:
Ya keep talkin' bout ya high definition television
But I ain't neva listen cause ya got no women and ya b**hin'
Cause ya ain't got gla**es
Ya thin like a stick and I'm thick like mola**es
I'll wear my damn gla**es and ya won't
Ya I got my motha f**in gla**es and ya don't
Ya keep lookin' and ya just can't bear with them
Ya nothin' but a b**h and ya got no comparison
[Verse 7 (JT the Iriginal)]:
Well take a look at me and take a look at you
I'm seeing through red and blue and there's nothing you can do
And now I'm walkin' down the motha f**in street
Wearin' 3-D gla**es never being obsolete
And ya feel incomplete cause ya don't have a pair
Ya wanna go and buy one but ya don't know where
Ya say it's not fair well it's not my problem
I know ya want them but don't be talkin if ya haven't got them
[Verse 8 (Mac Ha**la)]:
Ya can't control ya self and ya keep yappin'
Ya talkin' big sh** but ya phony ya just actin'
And ya lackin' real sh** cause you a b**h
See I wear my damn gla**es and I never conceal it
I ain't give a f** of what you think of my appearance
I got my gla**es and I know there'll be no interference
So listen to this sh** that I spit and let me tell ya somethin'
I got my damn gla**es and ya got nothin'
[Interlude: JT the Iriginal & Mac Ha**la]
Ya
3-D b*atch
Ya ain't got sh**
You don't even know what a f**in' cube is do you?
Ya can't understand it
f**in' hatas, livin' on a 2-D plane, like a f**in' stick figure
God damn 3rd dimension
Height, length, and width, b*atch
[Hook x 2: JT the Iriginal & Mac Ha**la]
Everybody's starin'
But ya know I'm not carin'
3-D gla**es is what I'm wearin'
And ya can't be comparin'
[Outro: JT the Iriginal & Mac Ha**la]
f** ya sungla**es, f** ya prescribed gla**es
That sh** they pa** out in movie theaters, f** that sh**
White frames on my ears
OG 3-D
Ya know this sh**
Welcome to the pimp dimension
Ya
A marvel of technology, b*atch