| Song | 3 in the Mornin' |
| Artist | UGK |
| Album | Ridin' Dirty |
| 作曲 : Butler, Freeman, Queen, Sergio | |
| [Bun B:] Damn, already 3 in the mornin' | |
| It's going down, leanin', drink your drink | |
| Candy sweets, 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 canon | |
| 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 'llac 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 | |
| Don [Chorus:] | |
| 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 drink | |
| I got 5 on the weed, 50 on the drink | |
| Fool comin' down fuck what these hoes think [N.O. Joe:] 3 in the morning, just turned over | |
| Pimped 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 watch is still packed | |
| With dealers and fiends freakin' for | |
| G's and greens | |
| See it's the same everynight | |
| Niggas creepin' 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 gotta 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 nigga out creepin' | |
| While I'm chillin' gettin' sweeted [Chorus] [Pimp C:] | |
| What you see is what the fuck you get | |
| Young Pimp | |
| C baby comin' down real wet | |
| I got a pump in the 'llac 'cause | |
| These niggas tried to jack us | |
| But we don't give a fuck, | |
| I got the | |
| AK in the back of us | |
| 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 'llacs, and the | |
| Lexus I'm hollarin' at the body | |
| Courtney came with the love | |
| We comin' down baby blowin' smoke in his lungs ' | |
| Cause I'ma 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 [Chorus] |
| zuò qǔ : Butler, Freeman, Queen, Sergio | |
| Bun B: Damn, already 3 in the mornin' | |
| It' s going down, leanin', drink your drink | |
| Candy sweets, 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 halfass runnin' through my neighborhood vandlin' | |
| Next time | |
| I' ma light your world up like a canon | |
| 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 ' llac 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 | |
| Don Chorus: | |
| 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 drink | |
| I got 5 on the weed, 50 on the drink | |
| Fool comin' down fuck what these hoes think N. O. Joe: 3 in the morning, just turned over | |
| Pimped 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 watch is still packed | |
| With dealers and fiends freakin' for | |
| G' s and greens | |
| See it' s the same everynight | |
| Niggas creepin' 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 gotta 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 nigga out creepin' | |
| While I' m chillin' gettin' sweeted Chorus Pimp C: | |
| What you see is what the fuck you get | |
| Young Pimp | |
| C baby comin' down real wet | |
| I got a pump in the ' llac ' cause | |
| These niggas tried to jack us | |
| But we don' t give a fuck, | |
| I got the | |
| AK in the back of us | |
| 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 ' llacs, and the | |
| Lexus I' m hollarin' at the body | |
| Courtney came with the love | |
| We comin' down baby blowin' smoke in his lungs ' | |
| Cause I' ma 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 Chorus |