3 In The Mornin'

Damn, already 3 in the mornin'
 It's going down, leanin', drink your drink
 Candy sweets, know what I'm saying.
 Third coast nigga, UGK 'bout to wreck shop
 Man, I'm larger than life
 These motherfuckers ask, "Is it the bark or the bite?"
 It's both, chillin' on streets you scared to park on at night
 Just forfeit just like I'm becoming part of the light
 And you, you goin' to be the biggest mark at the fight
 I never understood what made you think you was handlin'
 You half-ass runnin' through my neighborhood vandlin'
 Next time I'ma light your world up like a cannon
 Get some Italians to play your ass like a mandolin
 These cocaine wars got my mind in a frenzy
 The feds tried to confiscate my 'lac and my Benzy
 Colombian assassins hunt a nigga like Lindsey
 And one of my workers came up short with my ends see
 Shit, runnin' the streets used to be complicated
 But now it's all easy, drug is strong arm related
 But never can a bomb be faded
 Fool ring the alarm, pour the Dom
 I'm comin' down real shiny like candy paint
 'Bout 3 in the morning, yawnin'
 I wish I could come down but you know I can't
 'Cause I'm leanin' off the dank and the good ole drank
 I got 5 on the weed, 50 on the drank
 Fool comin' down fuck what these hoes think
 I wish I could come down but you know I can't
 'Cause I'm leanin' off the dank and the good ole drank
 3 in the morning, just turned over
 Jumped into my clothes
 Got to get around some hustlers movin' in the Chevy Nova
 Done flagged me down for some more of that brown
 To go with that green, now they sittin' on lean
 Now the light is green, got to get the snaps
 So I bails from the scene, the wash is still packed
 With dealers and fiends freakin' for cheese and greens
 See it's the same thing every night
 Niggas pimpin' down G way and keepin' they head tight
 Watchin' for laws 'cause you know they wanna hate
 Jealous 'cause a nigga gettin' ahead of this paper chase
 Can't place my face in these streets
 But some niggas hustle just to eat
 Niggas jackin' and packin', they playin' for keeps
 No peace of mind, keepin' my heat behind
 No seekers see a lie to be caught sleepin'
 By another blue law out creepin'
 While I'm chillin' gettin' sweeted
 What you see is what the fuck you get
 Young Pimp C baby comin' down real wet
 I got a pump in the 'lac 'cause
 These niggas tryin' to jack us
 But we don't give a fuck, I got the AK in the back of
 Came out the night club, 3 o'clock struck
 Tryin' to holler at my people she in Lexus, I'm in truck
 We 'bout to eat breakfast, we in Houston, Texas
 The city of the crack, and the 'lacs, and the plexuhs
 Say man I'm hollarin' at the body Courtney came with the love
 We comin' down mang blowin' smoke in his lungs
 'Cause I'm a candy sweet dipper, a big 'caine pimper
 I'm playin' with the guitar, I'm squezzin' on the nipples
 Even though this hoe look good and the pussy was tight
 After I hiy, jump in my shit, I'm scratching off for the night
 Fuck that laying in the bed with the hoe 'til the morning
 Bitch I'm getting out here yawnin', coming back to reformin'
 3 in the morning
 3 in the morning