THREE by James Diotic Lyrics
[Verse 1: James Diotic]
Late night rhyming with elementary timing
Cul-de-sac kids had knew that I came through shining
Like Pharrell, and Clipse too
What the hell does this do?
Don't touch that man, it isn't meant for you
Rodger that with a mac, Jackie, rocks, and O's
Not many people living and questions are never posed
Like what does it matter if my life is going backwards
Smoking, getting high, there's no tobacco in these backwoods
See, was only three way back in 1998
Grandma and my grandpa let me know I could be great
So no skipping class or trying to be the fastest
Yet even in a race I'm Aristotle Onassis
Yes I outsell and probably do it well
Keep a steady pace or catch case of...Yo wait up
We major, if we ain't getting Banksy, read the papers
[Hook]
3 eyes, 3 angles(x2)
THREE, THREE(x2)
[Verse 2: RC]
Illuminati vision, Illuminati cars
Never sold my soul - still gold, every body part
Illuminati killings, Illuminati mob
Out to get us but I'm god-body fuck a bodyguard
I rock more gold than a pharaoh
Swag ain't fit for chattels, they dressed y'all in a peril(apparel)
Caught more bodies than the government
Rappers I discomfort 'em, take L's - fall in love wit it
Yeah - pop mollies, sniff blow
Real life zombies - so original
Embark the revolution, my Che Guevara flow
Pop wheelies on La Ponderosa up and down the road
Che Guevara flow, long hair bushy cheeks
My Hilda Gadea got me flossin' wit these Cuban Links
Shoot coward, you're only gonna kill a man
Some way, shape, or form, It's all in God's plan - West get it
[Hook]
3 eyes, 3 angles(x2)
THREE, THREE(x2)
[Outtro: West Egg/Bluuzone]
West get the money all day, muthafucka (we them niggas)
Bluuzone/West Egg all day, muthafucka (we them niggggas)
We don't care about no cliques, nigga (nigga fuck you)
We don't care about no videos, nigga
We here for the art
This ain't Mister Rogers' Neighborhood
We ain't here to make friends (you niggas ugly)
You know what I'm saying? (you niggas ugly)
We gully (mollywhop a bitch), we down for it, all day long
(West get that money)
If it ain't 'bout us, it ain't 'bout nothing
West get the money, all muthafuckin' day (Bluuzone)
Bluuzone/West Egg, you got a problem, we got solutions
(WEST EGG OVER EVERYTHING, BITCH!)
Late night rhyming with elementary timing
Cul-de-sac kids had knew that I came through shining
Like Pharrell, and Clipse too
What the hell does this do?
Don't touch that man, it isn't meant for you
Rodger that with a mac, Jackie, rocks, and O's
Not many people living and questions are never posed
Like what does it matter if my life is going backwards
Smoking, getting high, there's no tobacco in these backwoods
See, was only three way back in 1998
Grandma and my grandpa let me know I could be great
So no skipping class or trying to be the fastest
Yet even in a race I'm Aristotle Onassis
Yes I outsell and probably do it well
Keep a steady pace or catch case of...Yo wait up
We major, if we ain't getting Banksy, read the papers
[Hook]
3 eyes, 3 angles(x2)
THREE, THREE(x2)
[Verse 2: RC]
Illuminati vision, Illuminati cars
Never sold my soul - still gold, every body part
Illuminati killings, Illuminati mob
Out to get us but I'm god-body fuck a bodyguard
I rock more gold than a pharaoh
Swag ain't fit for chattels, they dressed y'all in a peril(apparel)
Caught more bodies than the government
Rappers I discomfort 'em, take L's - fall in love wit it
Yeah - pop mollies, sniff blow
Real life zombies - so original
Embark the revolution, my Che Guevara flow
Pop wheelies on La Ponderosa up and down the road
Che Guevara flow, long hair bushy cheeks
My Hilda Gadea got me flossin' wit these Cuban Links
Shoot coward, you're only gonna kill a man
Some way, shape, or form, It's all in God's plan - West get it
[Hook]
3 eyes, 3 angles(x2)
THREE, THREE(x2)
[Outtro: West Egg/Bluuzone]
West get the money all day, muthafucka (we them niggas)
Bluuzone/West Egg all day, muthafucka (we them niggggas)
We don't care about no cliques, nigga (nigga fuck you)
We don't care about no videos, nigga
We here for the art
This ain't Mister Rogers' Neighborhood
We ain't here to make friends (you niggas ugly)
You know what I'm saying? (you niggas ugly)
We gully (mollywhop a bitch), we down for it, all day long
(West get that money)
If it ain't 'bout us, it ain't 'bout nothing
West get the money, all muthafuckin' day (Bluuzone)
Bluuzone/West Egg, you got a problem, we got solutions
(WEST EGG OVER EVERYTHING, BITCH!)