[Intro: Bun B] [bad word]  already three in the morning, huh?
It's going down, leaning, drink your drink
Candy sweets, third coast, [bad word]  UGK 'bout to wreck shop

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Man, I'm larger than life
These [bad word] ask, is it the bark or the bite?
It's both, chilling on streets you scared to park on at night
Just forfeit, just like I'm [bad word] part of the light
And you, man, you going to be the biggest mark at the fight
See, I never understood what made you think you was handling
You half [bad [bad word] through my neighborhood vandling
Next time, I'm a light your world up like a cannon
Get some Italians to play your [bad word] 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 [bad word] like Lindsey
And one of my workers came up short with my ends, see [bad word] [bad word] the streets used to [bad word] But now it’s all either [bad word]  or strong-arm-related
But never can a bomb be faded, fool
Ring the alarm, pour the Dom

[Hook] [bad word] down real shiny like candy paint
'Bout three in the morning, yawning
I wish I [bad word] down, but you know I can't
Cause I'm leaning off the dank and the good ol' drink
I got five on the weed, fifty on the drink
Fool, [bad word] down, [bad word] what these hoes think
I wish I [bad word] down, but you know I can't
Cause I'm leaning off the dank and the good ol' drink

[Verse 2: N.O. Joe]
Three in the morning, just turned over
Pimped into my clothes
Got to get around, some hustlers moving in the Chevy Nova
Done flagged me down for some more of that brown
To go with that green, now they sitting on lean
Now the light is green, got to get the snaps
So I bails from the scene, the watch was still packed
With dealers and fiends freaking for Gs and greens
See, it's the same every night
Niggas creeping down way and keeping they head tight
Watching for laws because you know they wanna hate
Jealous cause a [bad word] getting ahead of this paper chase
Can't place my face in these streets
But some niggas gotta hustle just to eat
Niggas jacking and packing, they playing for keeps
No peace of mind, keeping my heat behind
My seekers see a lie to be caught sleeping
By another [bad word] out creeping
While I'm chilling getting sweeted

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Pimp C]
What you see is what the [bad word] you get
Young Pimp C, [bad word] down real wet
I got a pump in the 'Lac cause these niggas tried to jack us
But we don't give a [bad word]  I got the AK in the back of us
Came out the night club, three o'clock [bad word] Trying to holler at my people, she in Lexus, I'm in [bad word] We 'bout to eat breakfast, we in Houston, Texas
The city of the crack, and the 'Lacs, and the Lexus
I'm hollering at the body, Courtney came with the love [bad word] down, mane, blowing smoke in his lungs
Cause I'mma candy sweet dipper, a big 'caine pimper
I'm playing with the [bad word] ah, I'm squeezing on the nipples
Even though this ho look good and the [bad word] is tight
After I hit, jump in my [bad word]  I'm scratching off for the night [bad word] that laying in the bed with the ho 'til the morning [bad word]  I'm getting out here [bad word] back to reforming
Three in the morning
Three in the morning

[Hook]