3 in the Mornin’

[Intro: C-Note]
Damn, already three in the morning, huh?
It's going down
I'm leaning, drinking drank
Candy sweets, you know what I'm saying?
Third coast, nigga
UGK 'bout to wreck shop
This C-Note off that Botany
Smokin' and leanin', nigga
Stacking paper, fool
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Man, I'm larger than life
These motherfuckers ask, "Is it the bark or the bite?"
It's both, chilling on streets you scared to park on at night
Just forfeit, just like I'm becoming part of the light
And you, man, you gon' be the biggest mark at the fight
See, I never understood what made you think you was handling
You half-ass running through my neighborhood vandling
Next time, I'ma light your world up like it's candlin'
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 now one of my workers came up short with my ends, see
Shit, running the streets used to be complicated
But now it's all either drug or strong-arm related
But never can the bond be faded, fool
Ring the alarm, pour the Dom, we made it

[Chorus]
I'm coming down real shiny like candy paint
'Bout three in the morning, yawning
I wish I could come down, but you know I can't
'Cause I'm leaning off the dank and the good ol' drank
I got five on the weed, fifty on the drank
Fool, I'm coming down, fuck what these hoes think
I wish I could come down, but you know I can't
'Cause I'm leaning off the dank and the good ol' drank

[Verse 2: Big Smokin' Mitch]
Three in the morning, just turned over
Pimped into my clothes, got to get 'round
Some hustlers moving in the Chevy Nova done flagged me down
For some more of that brown
To go with that green, now they sitting on lean
Now the light is green, got to get the snaps
So I bailed from the scene, the watch was still packed
With dealers and fiends freaking for Gs and greens
See, it's the same thing every night
Niggas flippin' down G way and keeping they head tight
Watching for laws because you know they wanna hate
Jealous 'cause a nigga getting ahead in this paper chase
Can't place my faith in these streets
But some niggas hustle just to eat
Niggas jacking, they packing, they playing for keeps
No peace of mind, keeping my heat behind
My seat 'cause, see, I'm not the one to be caught sleeping
By another fool out creeping
While I'm chilling getting sweet, leaning

[Chorus]
I'm coming down real shiny like candy paint
'Bout three in the morning, yawning
I wish I could come down, but you know I can't
'Cause I'm leaning off the dank and the good ol' drank
I got five on the weed, fifty on the drank
Fool, I'm coming down, fuck what these hoes think
I wish I could come down, but you know I can't
'Cause I'm leaning off the dank and the good ol' drank

[Verse 3: Pimp C]
What you see is what the fuck you get
Young Pimp C, baby, coming down real wet
I got a pump in my lap 'cause these niggas trying to jack us
But we don't give a fuck, I got the AK and a backup
Came out the night club, three o'clock struck
Trying 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 plexers
Say, man, I'm hollering at Botany, Courtney came with the love
We coming down, man, blowing kush in them blunts
'Cause I'm a candy sweet dipper, a big cane pimper
I'm playing with the clit-ah, I'm squeezing on the nipples
Even though this ho look good and the pussy is tight
After I hit, jump in my shit, I'm scratching off in the night
Fuck that laying in the bed with them hoes 'til the morning
Bitch, I'm getting out here yawning, coming back to reforming
Three in the morning

[Interlude: Pimp C, C-Note, Lil' 3rd]
Three in the morning
Uh
What's up, Screw?
Comin' at you
'Bout to go outchea
Smoking and leaning
It don't stop
B.G. 3, what you wanna tell these people out here, baby?
Man
This 3rd, baby
I'm fresh up off that lock
Full of that lean
Fucking with that kush
It's going down, baby
What?
For life, nigga
Down south
It don't stop and it damn sure don't change
Peep how we coming
Straight from the bottom, wrecking
UGK
Fifty on the drank
You know what I'm talking 'bout?
Huh
What's up, Mean Green?
Hold up

[Chorus]
I'm coming down real shiny like candy paint
'Bout three in the morning, yawning
I wish I could come down, but you know I can't (Coming down)
'Cause I'm leaning off the dank and the good ol' drank (Three in the morning)
I got five on the weed, fifty on the drank (Wreck something for me, 3)
Fool, I'm coming down, fuck what these hoes think
I wish I could come down, but you know I can't (Rolling blades, nigga)
'Cause I'm leaning off the dank and the good ol' drank (It don't stop)

[Outro: Lil 3rd & C-Note]
'Til them hoes drop, nigga, what?
Straight out that south
Get my dick out your motherfucking mouth, bitch
Yeah
What's up, Gator?
Come on

[Segue: Bun B & DJ Bird]
It's DJ Bird straight from the Ghetto Palace, you know? You know?
Yeah
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
If you got the tape, you need to flip that motherfucker over
And you dig? You know that
And if you got the CD, you need to let that motherfucker roll
Smoke something, I hope y'all smoking
'Cause we always smoking
Mhm, you know we smoking
Nigga, we—
Nigga, we smoking big, boy
Say— Fuck it
Say, Bird
Yeah, what's up?
I knocked over me some nice little old thing the other day, you know
Took that back to the—