Three's UP

Lyrics

[Chorus: D.B. Tha General] 3s up, we sliding Veezas We got our cheese up, mobbin with my feet up Broke bitch, an old bitch, get your cheese up [Verse 1: D.B. Tha General] Money long, you know how that bitch go Any nigga not bout doe, send that bitch right up the snow He want 4, hell no Man, you know that ain't goin go See, 3 5, where we're at, bitch niggas die Run and hide, I'm a motherfuckin goon I'm a beast, in the dark full moon In that whole cartoon, bitch talkin bout gettin chips, but ain't have no money You ain't suckin dick, I'm on her quick Show her that I'm with the shit With the clique, so I gotta get sick You trippin, gotta calm your ass down Got the mac, and a couple racks, see, I'm from the town [Chorus: D.B. Tha General] 3s up, we sliding Veezas We got our cheese up, mobbin with my feet up Broke bitch, an old bitch, get your cheese up [Verse 2: V-Nasty] Keep a zip, smokin on that good shit You suckers hating on me, Imma show your ass hood shit Playin with my money, I wish you would, bitch I been gettin racks, out in Holliwood, bitch I get sick quick, fuckin with the squad Only on this day, you fuckin with the mob Keep my 3 up, boy, that's who raised me Eastside of California, that's who made me I fuck with my hood, 35th, stand up Ask about the last, hood rat now It's a robbery, bitch, put your hands up You hoes down there, while I got my bands up [Chorus: D.B. Tha General] 3s up, we sliding Veezas We got our cheese up, mobbin with my feet up Broke bitch, an old bitch, get your cheese up [Verse 3: Quise Tha Criminal] Bitch, we T'd up, throwin them 3s up Me and Evie blowin purple, he be havin a seizure Run up on us if you want to, I bet we won't freez up I'm the shoulder heater, rappin on, ain't no playin with them actors I'm all about that action, choppers and them gloccs Fuck dien in the hood, I kill you in the block Hood niggas pistol whippin, start pimpin Thes hoes like Cur DeRico From uptown to shutdown, movin pounds Doin shows, different citys Real niggas, fuck m, on my dick, your bitch suck for me Like a nigga that been to jail, I gettin a rest We poppin bottles, me, and my brother Jeff [Chorus: D.B. Tha General] 3s up, we sliding Veezas We got our cheese up, mobbin with my feet up Broke bitch, an old bitch, get your cheese up