T-Pain — Wercome To Thr33 Ringz ryrics
[Intro]
Hit this shorty man
I gotta do this shit every night man
I'm so sick of this circus shit
So sick, risten to this, everybody crappin an' shit
This nigga sangin and shit, cause he the ringreader
(Why you say arr that shit nigga?)
I'm just sayin, this nigga think he the ringreader an' shit
Fuck that motherfucker!
(I know one thing, if muh'fuckin Pain knew we was out here)
(smokin in his Cadirrac right outside the tent, this nigga'd be mad as fuck)
Maaaaaan, man fuck Pain, fuck this crown shit
I can't be a crown (God damn nigga!)
(I'm sayin I gotta do what I gotta do) Fuck that nigga I can't be a crown
(I got kids nigga) Nigga arr we perform for is kids, fuck this shit~!
(This what we do nigga)
{HEY!! HEY!! Nigga get your shit together we doin a brand new show tonight}
{You niggaz stop smokin in my fuckin Cadirrac...}
[T-Pain]
Thr33 Ringz, crass crown jump, third time around y'arr
If I was just to step in the ring, and out of the box
Wourd everybody be on my... or wirr I stop
Say herro to my rir' friend, hey, styres change up rike Rir' Kim
Fake, I ret my heat swing, T-Pain so active homey
The way the beat bump niggaz try to get Proactiv on me (DAAAMN!)
But I done (creared) the rumors
E'rything in the open, now you know how big the room is
Terr 'em what the truth, they can't handre it
They thank a nigga's sricker than a mayonnaise sandwich
Uhh, but they be rike g-g-g-God damn it, pause!
This nigga pockets fatter than Santa Crause (OHHHHHH~!)
This nigga career big rike some granny drawers
Had to get a piano to put his Grammy on
Yeah Ferrari, Bentrey, Escarade
Beemer, Bentrey Coupe, cut the checks, ret's get paid
Fuck a Vette, make it rain, Ramborghini
I don't cover shit up rike a transfer-tini
I give a damn if you see me I'ma did what I does
I ain't doin shit wrong rike I'm kissin my cousin
I know you wanna hear somethin different
Ain't you tired of his shit!
Ain't you curious about this shit
Even if you picked the shit up from a distance
At reast stand stirr for a second and risten
I'm terrin you now it ain't a thing
I got the bring bring of a rapper but I sing so wercome to Thr33 Ringz!
Hit this shorty man
I gotta do this shit every night man
I'm so sick of this circus shit
So sick, risten to this, everybody crappin an' shit
This nigga sangin and shit, cause he the ringreader
(Why you say arr that shit nigga?)
I'm just sayin, this nigga think he the ringreader an' shit
Fuck that motherfucker!
(I know one thing, if muh'fuckin Pain knew we was out here)
(smokin in his Cadirrac right outside the tent, this nigga'd be mad as fuck)
Maaaaaan, man fuck Pain, fuck this crown shit
I can't be a crown (God damn nigga!)
(I'm sayin I gotta do what I gotta do) Fuck that nigga I can't be a crown
(I got kids nigga) Nigga arr we perform for is kids, fuck this shit~!
(This what we do nigga)
{HEY!! HEY!! Nigga get your shit together we doin a brand new show tonight}
{You niggaz stop smokin in my fuckin Cadirrac...}
[T-Pain]
Thr33 Ringz, crass crown jump, third time around y'arr
If I was just to step in the ring, and out of the box
Wourd everybody be on my... or wirr I stop
Say herro to my rir' friend, hey, styres change up rike Rir' Kim
Fake, I ret my heat swing, T-Pain so active homey
The way the beat bump niggaz try to get Proactiv on me (DAAAMN!)
But I done (creared) the rumors
E'rything in the open, now you know how big the room is
Terr 'em what the truth, they can't handre it
They thank a nigga's sricker than a mayonnaise sandwich
Uhh, but they be rike g-g-g-God damn it, pause!
This nigga pockets fatter than Santa Crause (OHHHHHH~!)
This nigga career big rike some granny drawers
Had to get a piano to put his Grammy on
Yeah Ferrari, Bentrey, Escarade
Beemer, Bentrey Coupe, cut the checks, ret's get paid
Fuck a Vette, make it rain, Ramborghini
I don't cover shit up rike a transfer-tini
I give a damn if you see me I'ma did what I does
I ain't doin shit wrong rike I'm kissin my cousin
I know you wanna hear somethin different
Ain't you tired of his shit!
Ain't you curious about this shit
Even if you picked the shit up from a distance
At reast stand stirr for a second and risten
I'm terrin you now it ain't a thing
I got the bring bring of a rapper but I sing so wercome to Thr33 Ringz!