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NEW MUSIC: Rick Ross' "3 Kings" Featuring Jay-Z & Dr.
Dre
Rick Ross teamed with two
rap legends (Jay-Z & Rick Ross) for his latest track, "3 Kings." Produced by
Jake One, the song features an old-school bass line and will appear on Rick's
upcoming God Forgives, I Don't LP (July 31).
Jake said about the track, "You
already know '3 Kings, ' I feel it's the biggest collaboration in hip-hop. Not
just this year, maybe previous years."
Mr. Rozay spoke about putting Jay on the track saying, "Jay-Z, that's my big homey man and from day one anything I've ever asked O.G. for he always came through for me, so it's vice-versa. He got a gangsta right here for life."
Watch Rick Ross talk about the "3 Kings" here:
Mr. Rozay spoke about putting Jay on the track saying, "Jay-Z, that's my big homey man and from day one anything I've ever asked O.G. for he always came through for me, so it's vice-versa. He got a gangsta right here for life."
Watch Rick Ross talk about the "3 Kings" here:
I know it feels
different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this sh*t while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y’all should know by now
But if you don’t know, uh
Millions on the wall and all my rooms
N*ggas couldn’t f*ck with my daughter’s room
N*ggas couldn’t walk in my daughter’s socks
Banksy b*tches, Basquiat
I ran through that buck fifty Live Nation fronted me
They workin’ on another deal, they talkin’ two hundred fifty
I’m holdin’ out for three
Two seventy five and I just might agree
Ex-D-boy, used to park my beamer
Now look at me, I can park in my own arena
I only love her if her weave new
I’m still a hood nigga, what you want me to do?
Been hoppin’ out the BM with your BM
Taken to places that you can’t go with your per diem
Screamin’ carpe diem until I’m a dead poet
Robin Williams shit, I deserve a golden globe bitch!
I take a ace in the meanwhile
You ain’t gotta keep this ? it’s just a freestyle
F*ck rap money, I’ve made more off crates
F*ck show money, I spent that on drapes
Close the curtains, f*ck boy, out my face
I whip the coke, let the lawyer beat the case
Murder was the case that they gave me
I killed the Hermes store, somebody save me
Stuntin’ to the max like wavy
Oh shit! Oh, stuntin’ to the max, I’m so wavy
Used to shop at TJ Maxx back in ‘83
I don’t even know if it was open then
I ain’t know Oprah didn’t
Have the XL 80 bike
Loud motor, they be like, “Damn!” when I’m comin’ through, rrraaanngg
Had the grill in ‘88, y’all niggas is late
You got all that, right?
I love this s*it like my own daughter
Let’s spray these n*ggas, baby, just like daddy taught ya
Young, this is just different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this sh*t while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y’all should know by now
But if you don’t know, uh
Millions on the wall and all my rooms
N*ggas couldn’t f*ck with my daughter’s room
N*ggas couldn’t walk in my daughter’s socks
Banksy b*tches, Basquiat
I ran through that buck fifty Live Nation fronted me
They workin’ on another deal, they talkin’ two hundred fifty
I’m holdin’ out for three
Two seventy five and I just might agree
Ex-D-boy, used to park my beamer
Now look at me, I can park in my own arena
I only love her if her weave new
I’m still a hood nigga, what you want me to do?
Been hoppin’ out the BM with your BM
Taken to places that you can’t go with your per diem
Screamin’ carpe diem until I’m a dead poet
Robin Williams shit, I deserve a golden globe bitch!
I take a ace in the meanwhile
You ain’t gotta keep this ? it’s just a freestyle
F*ck rap money, I’ve made more off crates
F*ck show money, I spent that on drapes
Close the curtains, f*ck boy, out my face
I whip the coke, let the lawyer beat the case
Murder was the case that they gave me
I killed the Hermes store, somebody save me
Stuntin’ to the max like wavy
Oh shit! Oh, stuntin’ to the max, I’m so wavy
Used to shop at TJ Maxx back in ‘83
I don’t even know if it was open then
I ain’t know Oprah didn’t
Have the XL 80 bike
Loud motor, they be like, “Damn!” when I’m comin’ through, rrraaanngg
Had the grill in ‘88, y’all niggas is late
You got all that, right?
I love this s*it like my own daughter
Let’s spray these n*ggas, baby, just like daddy taught ya
Young, this is just different
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