Yeah
Drought 3
Hear my chains?
That mean I'm ballin', bitch
If you didn't know
If you wasn't informed or something like that
This is Da Drought 3
And um, check this out
Yeah, imagine wakin' up out your sleep to them pistols blastin'
And if the witness is dead, there's no trial
If you didn't know then, ho, well, you know now
And I don't mean basketball when I say, "I don't know y'all"
Money, money, money, money boost my morale
Play with my money, money, money, O.K. Corral
I like a bitch with an apple bottom like Vokal
The top is at my fingertips like I ain't got no nails
I got blood brothers, bitch, I ain't got no pals
I make a girl get low like I ain't got no L's
I'm a paper-chasin' dog, check my toenails
And I never miss a game, no Shaq O'Neal
More like Brett Favre, just like Brett Favre
I been shot two times, just wipe that off
But I thank You for puttin' me right back, Lord
And to You, Father, I would give my life back for it
That knife, that sword, that gun, that war
Make your so-called soldiers just run like Gore
Yeah, Frank, that is, from San Francis'
And I got more banana clips than chimpanzees
Ten addresses and I dresses
Like I thinks I'm the motherfuckin' best there is
And I'm about to bubble and she catch that fizz
And I'm straight from Claiborne, ****, just ask Liz
Check your neck, there ain't a crook like this
From the city where the judge throw the book at kids
Burner in school, in my bookbag, hid
Talk stupid at lunch and we havin' your ribs
If you are not home, then we havin' your kids
And if you can't come up with half, I'll send you half of your kid
Back to the ballin', extravagant crib
I'm on the toilet watchin' Martin, just laughin' and shit
Don't know why I get high, but I get high
I get high like every single day
You do shit that them other women can't
Mary Jane, what is it you done to me? Yeah
I pop a beat and start rollin'
And then I smoke it like a motherfuckin' stogie
Peep how I wrote it
I was rappin' to the ding-ding-ding-ding, fuck it
Get high, screw the world
And that's that
I need all my funds, yeah
All my money, baby
Black diamonds and pearls
Believe that, hmm
I made "Bling Bling" and my chest look like a mural
I'm nuts, just call me squirrel
My fetish is the girls
But the women, not the girls
Act your age, not your shoe size
Maybe we can do the twirl
I'll be the prince of her pearl tongue
Earring in her pearl tongue
If she come, let her girl come
Give her a pill, give her girl one
Party time, excellent, yup, Wayne's world
Campbell's soup on the wrist, just call me Earl
Lil' Marl, don't shoot 'em, you heard?
I get high, my words slur, I start callin 'em Merl'
"Hey, Merl', light that firre"
And I know this old, but I'm really hot in herre
I went with the Phantom, my **** coppin' the Spurs
My hand's in the pot, I'd rather eat and stir
It's I against the world
And I'm strapped, yeah
I bring all my guns
Shoot mothers, fathers, babies, damn
Black handguns to serve
We can see, but we are so blind to the signs
They tryin' to lose the world
And we will walk right up with our guns, yup
Hand in hand, yeah
We'll march right after the drum
But I don't mean no band
****, Drought 3

Writer(s): Dwayne Carter.