3 by Soul The American Dream Lyrics
3 (by Soul The American Dream)
(VERSE 1)
Don't worry, this is our time boy
Young niggas out to get it, these is my boys
2 nickel every time equal dimes boy
Kazz Block, up top, man that's pine boy........
Man we trying to, get it straight man
When you getting all the love others hate man
When you real, they gon plot til you fake man
Candles on dough, homies need the cake man.........
Man im trying to, try to get us first place
Summertime, the block hot, I know you thirsty
Never mention my name, they never worthy
Project city, R I P my nigga Percy......
Man I had to, bring back midtown
He locked up, now he acting like bitch now
For my homies, staying loyal I can't switch now
You need a hit man, ghost write, the hit now........
(Hook)
Now I'm talking 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3
Now I'm talking 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3
Now I'm talking
(VERSE 2)
Now I'm talking downtown, rip ol Gotti
Cops everywhere, boy who caught that body
All for the Jews, hitlers that nazis
And I'm outlaw, r I p Qaddafi.........
We some young niggas, and they say we rude
High school wasn't shit, I use to skip that class
Never listen to the teacher, use to break they rules
If my momma hear that, she gonna wipe my ass.......
I remember on the porch talking to my nigga Sammy
He use to twist fingers, saying that's gonna come in handy
Grandma watch me, I ain't never had a nanny
Full house of that white, uncle moving Danny............
My niggas D run up on you with aggression
If Joc don't get em than I swear to god that's a blessing
Snatch you for your chain, if they ever catch you flexing
Chase the dream while I'm sleep, so I'm never resting
(Hook)
Now I'm talking 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3
Now I'm talking 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3
Now I'm talking
(VERSE 1)
Don't worry, this is our time boy
Young niggas out to get it, these is my boys
2 nickel every time equal dimes boy
Kazz Block, up top, man that's pine boy........
Man we trying to, get it straight man
When you getting all the love others hate man
When you real, they gon plot til you fake man
Candles on dough, homies need the cake man.........
Man im trying to, try to get us first place
Summertime, the block hot, I know you thirsty
Never mention my name, they never worthy
Project city, R I P my nigga Percy......
Man I had to, bring back midtown
He locked up, now he acting like bitch now
For my homies, staying loyal I can't switch now
You need a hit man, ghost write, the hit now........
(Hook)
Now I'm talking 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3
Now I'm talking 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3
Now I'm talking
(VERSE 2)
Now I'm talking downtown, rip ol Gotti
Cops everywhere, boy who caught that body
All for the Jews, hitlers that nazis
And I'm outlaw, r I p Qaddafi.........
We some young niggas, and they say we rude
High school wasn't shit, I use to skip that class
Never listen to the teacher, use to break they rules
If my momma hear that, she gonna wipe my ass.......
I remember on the porch talking to my nigga Sammy
He use to twist fingers, saying that's gonna come in handy
Grandma watch me, I ain't never had a nanny
Full house of that white, uncle moving Danny............
My niggas D run up on you with aggression
If Joc don't get em than I swear to god that's a blessing
Snatch you for your chain, if they ever catch you flexing
Chase the dream while I'm sleep, so I'm never resting
(Hook)
Now I'm talking 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3
Now I'm talking 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3
Now I'm talking