3 A.M. - Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

(Three in the *** mornin... yeah) Brave like an indian the Mohican of his last, No money weed or *** baby no backstage pass, We rondezvous, I'm flippin on my kenneth cole shoes, And some *** talk too much I'm letten them *** spread the news, Like channel 4, Why gangsta *** love to snort blow? Chewy is the god down here in the 'Moe pina colada, The set done got hotter than a sauna, We break 'em like a puzzle then we gather like pirhanna, I keep my money by my nuts, Dip through the cuts we don't front we at the front and we roll big blunts, Layin pagans down, Just like a bearskin rug, Goin deep into the depths just like a Russian navy sub, On course, rollin with the front lights off... I can smell the gunpowder, Bullets dipped in the sauce, Some jokers floss, Yeah, but [? ] is the impression they've adapted, My steel declare'll spark the flare, The [? ] or the plastic, Burning rubber Doin doughnuts that the pigs just couldn't eat, They brought the coffee and the cream but all they saw was tire streaks, I'm on the streets. I can feel my mother worry in her sleep, It's 3 a.m. I'm with Sun Kim and we smokin to the beat, It's Nickatina... Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow... I be a suitor, a freeway drivin bay bridge commutor My roll of decks in full effects has turned into a computer, We got weed, but cheese out all the snitches We want the money and the women, You can keep them scandelous ***... for ya self. I make ya put ya mic up on tha shelf, broke *** hoes they want new cothes Be axin *** for help, but I can't hear em' but I can hear a needle, Drop on top a pillow. When a clucker fiend here go a sceme, a piece of yellow skittle, a tin shot Follow me as I parade around the block, blowin wind like a tornado, Dirchargin' like a glock, steel plated, I usually get an X when I'm rated. Them sucka MC's Them wannabees, they talk when only faded, like the blunt. that once was plump then burned to ashes. I garuntee my third degree is just like twenty lashes, on ya face. I'll one hundred percent represent my race. while them *** blast that rock n' roll, my *** crank the bass for tha chamillion. The F finger answer all ya questions, my pitbull alliance no doubt My only cure is protection stutter steppin, My killer cross ain't false it's been perfected. Baby ya got nice clothes, but I've come to see ya nekked, Like it's ya birthday, like a fiend would say, When they broke and they on the rock, Your conbination has been invaded, your safe has been unlocked It's Nickatina [laughter] Baby just pull ya *** down, all that other *** is um... irrelivant Meow Meow Meow Meow [laughter] Let me hear that [x3] Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow [x3] Three Oh clock in the morning...