3 In The Mornin' Lyrics - Ridin' Dirty - Ugk

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 

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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 

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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