Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah It's me and T, man T.I. Dot-com, bitch T.I.P., fuck with your boy Ayy, that is my brothers, ladies and gentlemen, T.I., and he is the king, bitch Don't get that shit twisted And me? I am the best rapper alive, ladies and gentlemen, hello This is Da Drought 3 And it's been a minute since I've rapped on a Mannie Fresh beat, but uh I guess I go 'head on and show these niggas what to do with one of your beats, man Listen [Verse] I like my seat down low and my window slightly cracked Ridin' with a bad ho with her girlfriend in the back I like to get real high and I never look back And you don't wanna try, man, don't I look strapped? I come from the hardest city, ain't nobody fuckin' with it Got a black-and-gold soul with a fresh New Orleans fitted And a collar Polo and a pair of Bally bucks Young Money, motherfucker, know you worried 'bout us Cash Money, motherfucker, CMR, I trust Never had my jaw broken, but his jaw, I bust And I probably got your girlfriend on my bus What happens on my bus stays on my bus And that white widow weed out the jar is a must If you give me a cigar, then a cigar, I bust Put that white widow weed in the cigar and puff Look, ma, I'm tryna make a porno starrin' us Well, not just us, a couple foreign sluts Yeah, we could make this a mnage trois-ing, darlin' I be with Jim Jones and we be ballin', ballin'? Yeah, baby, we ballin' like Rawlings and Spalding Pint of DJ Screw and that Hawaiian, I am Leanin' like a three-legged lion, climbin' Right to the top of the motherfuckin' mountain, countin' I'm gonna need me and an accountant to count it Mannie got this fuckin' beat poundin', it's poundin' But it was just lost until I found it, I found it Stole it like a scoundrel, Hollygrove hound it Put this bitch to sleep, fuckin' right, I nightgowned it Niggas talkin' cheap, tell 'em niggas, "Pipe down, bitch" Bloods in the building and now everybody soundless Beatin' up this track like a motherfuckin' round fist Blind, deaf, or crazy, I'ma spit like a long kiss I am just a Martian, ain't nobody else on this Planet, I know, see, I live by my only Say, where my cheese, nigga? Where my macaroni? Baby, I get up in that ass and act a donkey Candy on candy, nigga, grippin' the grain See, I am the only fire that can live in the rain I am so, so New Orleans Like 1825 Tulane [Outro] Yeah, see, you gotta be from New Orleans to know what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout And if you don't, fuck you I say what I want And I don't want nothin' 'Cause I got everything, bitch