Three Gee Shit versuri

Three Gee Shit lyrics by Royal Fam

Intro: Dreddy Kruger
3G shit, 3G shit
John the Baptist, bitch
3G shit, 3G shit
Dark Denims, where you at?
Dark Denims, where you at?
Timbuktu, one-two
Dreddy Kruger, New York
One-two, one-two
Yo, dah-dah-dah-dah-dah
Dah-dah-dah-dah-dah
2G shit, 3G shit, one-two, one-two (Yo)

Verse 1: Dreddy Kruger
I can’t see a thing, but I care a mouse piss on cotton
My style is rotten, spoiled by bets who protect their necks
Do the knowledge to the mathematical slang that’s handsome
Funny hot dogs get played at the speed of fast forward
For coming toward me with that bullshit, I’m from Bushwick
718, get it straight
I slap the shit out of you with your own fucking tape

Break: Timbo King
Ocean Hill, Brownsville
2G shit, 3G shit
Buildin’ 1524
2G shit, 3G shit

Verse 2: Timbo King
Yo, who wanna rock mics? I stop mics, pull out plugs
‘Cause thugs don’t perform on stage, they rob clubs
Take your drink money, your bitch mink money
You think you’re funny? My team got rich and cunny
Lionel Richie money, Dancing on the Ceiling
We high off a chief-13, beer spillin’
Walk through the V.I.P., we know the bouncers
Sweet pussy Pauline, smiling, slinging ounces
Jewels shining off the strobe light, gleamin’
DJ biggin’ us up, while niggas’ schemin’
Party to the end of ’99
I got 99 niggas with 90 nines
Power refined, it takes me an hour to rhyme
Way past my wiz, quality time, I’m pollyin’ mine
Strike in the middle, I shoot it through a cylinder
Pinpoint accuracy, one dart dillinger

Outro: Dreddy Kruger (Timbo King)
2G shit (1 dart dillinger)
3G shit, 246 Menilia Street
2G shit, 3G shit
1244 Hancock Street, 2G shit, 3G shit
W.T.C., Wu-Tang Records 2000
(2G shit, 3G shit)
Dah-dah-dah-dah-dah
(Church Av., dollar, cash)
Dah-dah-dah-dah-dah
(2G shit, 3G shit, Rockaway)
Yeah, Masada 2000
(2G shit, 3G shit)
Dah-dah-dah-dah-dah
(Medina 718)
Royal Famous
Dah-dah-dah-dah-dah
Dah-dah-dah-dah-dah