UGK — 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—