3 & Out

Lyrics

Don Scavone ft. Jean Grae and Lounge Lo - "3 & Out" [Emcee(s): Don Scavone, Jean Grae, and Lounge Lo] [Producer(s): Etch A Sketch] [Scratches: Etch A Sketch and Mista Sinista] [Verse 1: Don Scavone] Donnie Scav that cat that make you jump and a PAB. Run For your stash, shoot through the glass, doing a dash with Jennifer Love Hewitt, rubber gloves in a Buick. While I'm Sticking and tricking, a conduit with the fluids Jump back, baby. Peep the skills and the product The mic narcotic—when I got it, can't stop it 4Runner, twin gunner, funk drummer hit you with the Number one hot summer thunder. Box off his Rocks [?]. Mandatory socks off For Dominicans and the Rock Ports, more Tours coming off the roof to the P.J.s Marijuana-smoking, getting high off the heezay Instant replay from the camera in the tree lye Two-to-four-bitting from a case and a rewind I recline and find my mind is a weapon for the Half-stepping. Not checking for the enemy Sought for the felony, first-time melody Played by a lifer in a microphone cypher with the Blood. I can't even see no more. Me and Lounge blowing trees in a green four-door. At your Front door with the raw C-4 ammo, even Semi Berretta with the gear. Here's Soprano Singing to the worms, son, I'm sicker than the germs in the Perm of a big sheriff on the hills of Mount Vern [Interlude 1: Lounge Lo with Scratches by Etch A Sketch and Mista Sinista] Well, when Lounge Lo hit you with the fat flow, it's like that, yo. Word up. 2000 Soldier, Millennium Militia [Verse 2: Jean Grae] Metal Gear [?] chick spitting, applause-getting To ripping, slash your throat into shards in four seconds Weapons of choice: a voice box—catch a wrecking. Pores Sweating like you're competitors. The force Tekken Niggas figured your stance. I'll brandish swords and pass Through mic cords and travel distance rapid as thoughts To advance. [?]. I'm on-pitch Waking dead crowds easy like a light-on switch (So what?) Jean Grae's Phantom Menace creeping in brains. I'm like The Shining, making more than Danny's family deranged, so put your Niggas on. I like to call the nicotine strong, lungs Staying black from sucking the bong and staying traumed Fuck it. Bowing on to drink liquor like [?], keep my finger on the verbal trigger Y'all niggas don't want it. Set it, playing the back deaded But guess what? I'll hold a grudge and never forget it [Interlude 2: Lounge Lo with Scratches by Etch A Sketch and Mista Sinista] Yeah, nigga. Check it out right here. Freestyle flow of the year. Check this shit [Verse 3: Lounge Lo] I'll step into the square. This is domain number 10 Watch me spin knuckle at cats from out of Shaolin Gold pen, heat-holding. Survival of the struggle Crack bubble. Doing my thing and staying out of trouble Real-life niggas know TECs and hot sex Getting money on the block, cashing in big checks Fat whips, big chains, and budgets. Ain't nothing changed from Killer, Killer Hill Projects. I'll Etch A Sketch when I wreck this. Tape cassette broken up, swollen up Disrespect my team, I got to load you up, fold you up Twenty-one WB. You know the deal, but Still peel and chill in the heart of Park Hill Authorized sound breaking it down before it slices For niceness, it went from poor to the righteous Black and white team who has the need for cream Let loose on scenes and make you strip from your fucking jeans Niggas know my style. Scavone and Sketch brought me Scav taught me on how to stay dirty and bust a Thirty-thirty in your coffee. What's the deal, mother- -fucker? [Outro: Lounge Lo with Scratches by Etch A Sketch and Mista Sinista] You want to talk some more? Rip your head off. [?]